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Marissa Rozas Sep 2020
The grass against our skin,
We look at the clouds, and feel the wind
Behind those clouds, just in our gaze
A Strawberry Sunset is set ablaze

As quick as the day began,
Mother nature has a different plan

The Strawberry red, turns to grey
As more clouds roll in, ruining the day
We look at eachother, racing down the hill
Was this date worth it, or was this God’s Will?

As the rain comes settling in,
We sit together, and you start to grin.

I apologize, for the weather outside.

But you say to have no worries, because I’m by your side.
hey here's a song I wrote! my friends and I are in a band, and this is the first song I wrote. honestly really enjoying writing music
Marissa Rozas Sep 2020
Beauty is subjective, yes,
But something is beautiful about you.
I find his laugh charming.
I find her eyes breathtaking.
What about me?

Why can’t I take that same practice,
And preach it to myself?
Sure, beauty is found within.
But what’s the point in that,
If in the end you still hate your looks.

We worry so much about others beauty
That we can never focus on our own.
Find something about yourself that is beautiful
Each day, for a week.
How much will that change your mind?
just some random thoughts that came out while I was hating my appearance. Gonna change up some things about myself, hopefully it'll help!
Marissa Rozas Sep 2020
I’m just like you.
And you are just like me.
How the ****
Aren’t we meant to be?

I like you
I’m not so sure
If you like me as well
But boy, you got me on your lure.

Dragged along
By your fishing line
Wondering and waiting
When I can make you mine.
Marissa Rozas Oct 2017
So there’s this boy..
So there’s this girl..
He is such a sweetheart!
Her smile brightens up my day.
He is really funny.
She laughs at my horrible jokes.
And his eyes are brown, like bark on trees.
She always seems to get lost in my eyes.
He likes everything I like!
She actually likes things I like.
Who am I kidding
What am I even thinking?
He is just..
She is just..
Too good for me.
This is for my English class
Marissa Rozas Oct 2017
Toes in the sand
Hermit ***** scooting by,
Afraid to come out of its shell
The tide comes in
Burying the hermit ***** in its presence
The wind shaking each palm tree
I look out to the ocean
The water crashing on the shore
It first screams at me
Then it calms
The screams turn to whispers
The wind stops howling
Peace.
  Oct 2017 Marissa Rozas
Middy
You can't take it
You can't live with it
The pain is too much
The kids at school
They keep hurting you
Or maybe it was your father
Maybe your mother
Maybe they're both dead
Like how you will be soon
Maybe you're in love with abusers
Maybe you are simply sad
But either way
You can't take it anymore

You take a rope from the attic
You grab a gun from the cuboard
You steal a knife from the kitchen
You're at the bridge over the river
You're on a railway with a train
Wherever you are
Whatever you have
It doesn't matter now

You take a rope from the attic
The kids at school
They taunt you and laugh
They say they wish you were dead
Well their wish is coming true
You're suffocating
You're silent
You're gone

You grab a gun from the cuboard
Safety is off
You're in your room
You whisper a goodbye
To the father who hurt you
To the brother who loves you
BANG
The shot can be heard for miles
You're gone

You steal a knife from the kitchen
Your mother's prying eyes
Who breaks your heart
With hateful words
You're in your bathroom
You hold the knife to your wrist
Your lifeline is bleeding out
The blood is on the white floor
You're gone

You're on a bridge
There's a cold and fast flowing
River of tears and sorrow
Your mother is gone
Your father is gone
Time for you to go
You leave your other family
Who are grieving with you
You jump
You fall
You're gone

You're at a railway with a train
Ready to hit you with pain
It wouldn't be the driver's fault
It was the abuser
You thought loved you
But you were wrong
You are hit by the train
It stops with your broken heart
You're gone

Where is the rope burn?
It burns your parents
They weep and wail
They lost their child
They're sunk into a sea of sadness
They read the note
They beg dear god above
" why were we not enough? "

Who did you shoot?
Your brother's chest
He's staring silently
At his sibling's dead body
As he stutters and sobs
He wonders
" why was I not enough? "

Who was stabbed?
Why your sister
She doesn't know who to talk to
She doesn't know who can help
As she screams for the neighbors
As your heartbeat stops
" why was I not enough? "

Who drowned?
The family you left behind
Your uncle is silent
Your aunt is shocked
Your cousins, your grandparents
They cant believe it
" why were we not enough? "

Where is the wound?
It bleeds in your friends' hearts
No matter how many you have
Or rather had
They can't stop crying
They can't stop thinking
" why were we not enough? "

Your name is in the papers
You're on the front covers
The world is full of tears
The news reporter is upset
There's a book with your name
There's ****** roses on your grave
Marked with your name

You stop
You think
You put away the rope
You put the gun back
You replace the knife
You walk away from the bridge
You run off the railway
You hide your tears in the rain
But you think
Think, think.
Maybe you can live one more day
Or two days, three days,
Four days, five days, six days
A week or two
A month or more
A year or so
Maybe forever
You won't take away the pain by killing yourself. All you'll do is pass it on
People care, I promise they do.
If no one does, I do.
  Oct 2017 Marissa Rozas
sophia
Dear Daddy,
Do you know what these men say to me?

With their
eyes and their mouths
when I walk on the street.

With a grin and a nod
and a look up and down.
A wink and a kiss
and a cat call heard from downtown.

With my skirt short
and my top
low,
It’s a cold world daddy
and no
doesn’t mean no.

Daddy do you know
how these men look at me?

Like I’m a piece of meat
strutting down the street?
With my head buds in
and my favorite song on.

I’m asking for it Daddy,
I’m in the wrong.

Do you know how it feels
not to wear what I like?

To walk a little faster
when I’m alone at night?

Daddy the world is my predator
and I am it's doe,
Daddy what happens
when I can’t say no?
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