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 Nov 2012 Mary Rose
Anon C
I find myself obsessed
pouring out these thoughts endlessly
newly inspired
oh my, I cannot stop
even in dreams my mind spins these words like silk
will I go insane
become these words pouring endlessly from my soul
lose my body completely
forever be trapped in a dream
where words are my master
and I its puppet
Dedicated to all those poets who find nights where they cannot stop writing. Every thought that crosses the mind must be put into the form of a poem. Beautiful yet cruel.
 Nov 2012 Mary Rose
Omi
P10
 Nov 2012 Mary Rose
Omi
P10
Sleep now my darling and
Dream a sweet dream
You shall hear laughter
While all others scream

Sleep now my darling and
Bathe in the light
You shall feel peace
While all others fight

Sleep now my darling and
Hope for the best
You shall be happy
While no others rest

Sleep now my darling and
Trust in my lies
You shall not doubt me
While the world slowly dies

Sleep now my darling and
Forget all you know
You will not suffer
While I deal every blow

Sleep now my darling and
Forgive me my sin and
You may know love
When my soul lets my body give in

But, Sleep now my darling and
Dream a sweet dream
You shall hear laughter
While all others scream
 Nov 2012 Mary Rose
Omi
P1
 Nov 2012 Mary Rose
Omi
P1
Breathe
Find your voice
It's why you're
Here
In this place
A place of
Crossing
Between two roads
The dark and the
Light
Filters through old
Yellowed parchment paper
As
She sings her song
Filled with longing and
Loss
Is not hard to master
Or so I'm told by
You
Begin with a little then
Let your loss grow on
Regret
Fills her gentle heart as
He fills the rest of her body
With
Himself, not intentionally, but
Only because that is what he
Wants
Drive us to the brink of sanity and
Throw us into pits of
Guilt
Eats away all that she
Is to become
She
Falls into a black cave
She cannot fall out of
But
She is not yours
She
Belongs only to herself
Not to what you think
Of
Her eyes burn with hate as
They scream in her ears
Chanting
You are not one, not one
You are not a part of
This
World is poisoned by
Smiles and laughter
Laced
With deceit and degradation
To its innermost core
It
Makes the stuff
Of our worst
Nightmares
Run rampant in her childlike mind
For she knows not who she
Is
There a reason for her isolation
A reason for her constant
Loneliness
Will not be the end of me
I will not lose myself
I am stronger than
Anything
Say anything
To let me have hope
That I am who I want to
Be
What you are, I
Will be who I am and
No one
Will ever bring me
Down
In the darkest pits of
My blessed Hell
The
Only thing I see
Is a beautiful, cursed, face,
You
Ohhh, yes, my darling, I
Love you too
 Nov 2012 Mary Rose
Q
Glass Girl
 Nov 2012 Mary Rose
Q
The girl who was glass
with her heart torn in two
was afraid she would shatter
if she just dared to choose.

She cried till she slept--
it was all that she did,
until the day came along--
until she ran and she hid.

Her choice never made,
her mind still in thought.
As the townspeople worried,
she was found and then caught.

'Your fight has been fought,
your battle is done,'
the townspeople called
as the banged on their drums.

She wept and she moaned
as they yelled in her ears.
They told her to choose
but it would bring out her fears.

She said one single name
just one single word.
The townspeople gasped
and then came the birds.

They pecked at her eyes
and cracked her glass skin.
Then she knew that her fears
would finally win.

The girl who was glass
with her heart torn in two
was afraid she would shatter
if she just dared to choose.
 Nov 2012 Mary Rose
Anon C
Scars
 Nov 2012 Mary Rose
Anon C
Yes it is true
A tortured soul I am
Broken
Beaten
Can I stop writing now?
No
It is the only way to stop the pain
Then will it stop?
No
Never ending
I have beauty too, yes
I see beauty in everything
But I also live within darkness
I am ******
It is a part of me
I can suppress it, ye
But please remember
These wounds did leave scars
And that is where the fear lives
I will live in the light
Soon enough
For now I will dress my wounds
Dressed as humans, we pretend to be civilized,
glib talk, fine clothes, all smiles;
conceal the naked ape, trying our best, with pretenses,
but, it bares its teeth, at the first chance.
we know its a game of concealment and camouflage,
still we pretend everything is hunky- dory,
I am a military strategist who loves that art,
sweetheart, you a con artist par excellence,
we are the best of this species,
we thrive, prosper and proliferate.
come, let's dance, dance in this  unholy hour.
 Nov 2012 Mary Rose
Anon C
Are you a Black Sheep?
The one they all say is responsible
For every unwanted moment
So selfish
Ah yes, you must be self involved
Why?
Because you are different
Because they do not understand
What you are
That you are alone
Sad
Desperate
Wanting to be accepted
That is all a Black Sheep can ask
But Black Sheep you shall remain
It is alright friend
I understand
Written for a friend having a hard time right now.
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