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Mary Rose Nov 2012
i am having one right now
you know,
the feeling of being blocked
from the words I want to flow
for the words and worlds i want to show
is it because i already said it all
is it because now i have nothing to say at all
my mind is occupied with things i don't really want
i want it occupied with the things i want
and need
i need it to overflow with words
rhyming words of love and treason deeds
is it because i really don't know how to write poetry
or it is because poetry has ****** me for eternity
Mary Rose Nov 2012
my heart beats faster for you
my heart and mind ache simply for you
is this love or fear i feel
for my thoughts are solely on you

you confuse me so much
i fear you so as such
you bring out the worst in me
gawky inelegant maladroit i am around you
it's nauseating that i am, also without you
it's upsetting, i am revolted at this
is this love or fear i feel about this

my heart beats faster for you
my heart and mind seems to ache
just thinking about you
is this love or fear i feel for you
stranger at day, thief at night
you are to me
for my thoughts are solely on you you see
my heartaches specially for you
is this love or fear i feel about you
Mary Rose Nov 2012
everyone is stranger
you are even to yourself
who do you trust
when you don't even trust yourself
who is a stranger
me you and him
everyone is a stranger
in this strange world as it seems
i just feel like sometimes everybody is a stranger and cannot really be trusted
Mary Rose Nov 2012
You say you made me
I say I made you too
without me you'd me nothing
like I am too
this poem really means nothing
But I just want  you to remember
I made you (too)
nothing. just being bitter. ahehe :)
Mary Rose Nov 2012
It started with little pecks
two lips touching
once twice thrice
then tongues meet in a sloppy prance
then it grew wilder and bolder like a latin dance
mimicking a lovers' forbidden dance
lips united in a magical whirl
lips tongues bodies in a twirl
hearts minds in a pleasure high
now only a mere memory
of passion once shared
Mary Rose Nov 2012
If I should die
set my soul to rest
speak kindly of me
not my selfishness

tell about my kindness and grace
not the times i'm melancholic and in disgrace
tell about my sweetness and sassyness
not when i was a mess

speak kindly about me
not in disrespect
for i was a human too
who was in process as you

If I should die
I just have one request
set my soul kindly to rest

speak kindly of me
not my selfishness
not like when you let me lived
in this mess
Mary Rose Nov 2012
Who would have known I would miss you
All talks of our problems
And even the nonsense
Who would have thought I would miss you
Your faces, your voices, your graces

Who would have known I would miss you
I did not, for all those times I was afraid
All I wanted is to leave, and thought this is insane
  - this is nonsense, it drives me more crazy as it is

Who would like to talk about themselves
Especially their problems and insanities
Who would like to hear others' problems
When it'll only bring up their insecurities

Who would like to talk about themselves
The same problems going on about you
Surely that would be tiring

Who would like to talk about themselves
When you know nobody really cared
So who would have thought I would miss you
Even if these notions are true

Who would have thought I would miss you
Why can't I wait for the next day
The next week, the next date
Will it ever going to be the same day

Who would have thought I would miss you
Eager to hear your voice
Eager to learn more about you
Eager to talk and hear more

But mostly I'm eager to feel your companionship
your friendship's grace
all your smiling faces and your warm embrace

Who would have known I would miss you
I bet you wonder too
But know that I do now
and know that I appreciate you
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