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the black rose Mar 2020
cmon' Eve dear,
its about time you drop
the apple;
the one still linking you to the idea of a snake whispering in betrayal
yet leading you up roads until your new arising.
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Eve, your throat isn't only deep enough to hold erected conceptions;
use your longevity
to make your will live long in face of all that once seen you unworthy.
you are worthy, xo.
the black rose Mar 2020
the closer i get to a realization of
what the connection between male and female truly is,
the more i understand my actions toward you
then and even now, as i speak.
we may never understand each other,
we may never get to share an experience
with mutual level of love & lust...
although sometimes i hope we still can.
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i just hate to feel like its that "Pinky" girl..
the one with trust issues
and revenge adding fuel
to her fire of insecurities
that she thinks can only be cured
if she's emotionally attached to someone who loves her body,
or someone who loves the idea
of how neatly her ****** slips
onto his ego without brushing against it
hard enough to provoke what he's insecure about.
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just thought id actually share the part of me
that still screams for you even after trying to destroy her.
the black rose Mar 2020
wonderland,
where i reside and confide in all existence;
there are many different shapes,
so many sizes
and depictions
of true friendship.
the grass is green,
in fact there's no other way.
we're frolicking in flowers,
drenched in sunlight by day.
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and as the moon sends love,
so fluorescent.
i stand in constant gratitude for
my connections and ties,
who roam oceans
and skies
and all beyond
and all between...
my friends can be yours <3
the black rose Mar 2020
take me back to the space where i could 'poet' to infinity,
not scrambling for the most complex
or most context;
so i can express gratitude toward my innocence,
ask that version of me to stay naive
and to stay without question,
resting sure that all is as it must be.
the black rose Mar 2020
something about walls closing in
as motion keeps us closely connected.
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something about utilizing my energy
in ways that serve my entity
then choosing a whole new direction.
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something about the wander
leaves me searching after souls to save
with a constant trade in madness
and true sense of adventure!
the black rose Mar 2020
i have so many words at my own careless display,
so many means to express
and so many questions.
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i have ends loose that crave connection,
ends cut that want so badly to be ******* again.
i have bruises on my knees,
cuts at my wrists
and demons still begging for another taste of righteousness
at its peak...
so fine,
so sweet.
the black rose Mar 2020
softness from my womb,
radiate throughout my being
and as abundant energy,
i rise,
kundalini.
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who knew as wander left to linger
a bit too long,
a certain purpose would find me urgent and in need of searching.
a sudden need to be felt has reached peak,
ive reached ends at wit
so i leak
and i wreak a stench of
mystery.
come find me.
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