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RosesAndAngels Nov 2016
It's more like a time bomb, waiting to explode. A heart she can't heal, no potion she could brew, no crystal she could charge, will ever save her from her heart. It ticks like a worn out clock waiting to stop. Each moment, a possible self destruct. Each day, a cheat off death.
For Marie
1.5k · Mar 2015
Not like everyone else
RosesAndAngels Mar 2015
I can't find words to describe how much you mean to me.
It's like I have everything all at once.
I wish that I had a reason to let you see,
That your perfect the way you are!
Ya! I'm an insane, candy freak,
Who got left alone one too many times.
Your a chocolate addict who is all but weak,
And you can't feel what hurt you outside, but it always hurts within.
Don't be alone,
I've got your back.
Take a chance on that final stepping stone.
You can do it.
Just when you do, don't leave me behind like everyone else...
1.1k · Mar 2015
Jellyfish
RosesAndAngels Mar 2015
Bubbles float upwards in slow motion.
Each one leaving behind all care and emotion.
The deep blue surrounding me drowns out all sound,
Spiraling like clouds floating all around.
Only now do i see the beauty.
It's long silky hair that floats in the sea.
See through for them is attractive,
Each movement, adaptive.
They rule the sea with their looks, so uncanny.
The jellyfish.. forgotten by many.
803 · Jun 2016
The man of th hundreds.
RosesAndAngels Jun 2016
This world is run by a maker at heart,
Who at times likes to play his part.
However, don't expect him to get a clue,
A hint to why you are so blue.
He winds up our gears, and cogs,
Setting up our days like Lincoln logs.
This world is run by a crazy man,
A skeptic by trade, who does what he can.
He thinks we are not the same,
He generalizes us and we are all to blame.
Who is this man of the hour?
He watches all from his strange tall tower.
He will tell his name to you,
"Hello, I am stereotype, how do you do?"
1:48 can't sleep
570 · Nov 2016
When was Love not Love.
RosesAndAngels Nov 2016
When did love turn into Lust.
That ***** dingy sin.
When was Love about her womanhood,
When was Love about his "win."
If the one who loves you only says it when he's with you in bed,
Then can he really love you.
Love is bigger then that.
Love is when you feel in your heart that you'll never want to talk to another person.
Love is the bond that keeps people together.
It brings mother and daughter and father and son and friends and family and people together.
60 years of marriage, and one couple  never had *** after they're first kid.
When you look at the person you "love" Tell them what makes you happy about them that doesn't have to do with their body.
If you can't find anything, ask yourself how to make it better.
Just a thought
551 · May 2016
The Skype Group Chat
RosesAndAngels May 2016
Watchin NCIS while eating fishticks, I decided to check my skype with just two clicks. Upon entering the domain, I found myself in a talk of pain. First of poisoned pizza, and knifes, and even earlier the fantasy wife's. Not too soon I learn to ignore the vid, rick and morty, I soon realized it was 10 40,                                                                            
      The meme world ruled by the fabulous, King Ash, was honestly made of a **** ton of trash.
**** ME
RosesAndAngels May 2016
jelly on toast I'm fine as dandilion
Heeep us
We are the sin of the bun
sin a bun
My bun
my ***
Poetry
Help us all
Please
beez in a fine *** trap
Killin for mongril
My **** is the flame of your fire pit
I am on drugs
Not
what kind of drugs
Just livi
Kind
Livi is my soul fam
In zero ways
Desu
Desu
desu
desu
I love japan
But I can not go
I ma so a sorry
She is using my make up brushes on her FEEETTETETE
DEATH TO THE SINNER
why is livi using make up brushes on her feetes
ADD
what the fuckie
SHE HAS ADD
I KEEP TYPING ***
IM SO SORRY
I need jesus
u have jesus
I need jesus one on one
This entire thing is bologna
406 · Mar 2015
Hortus autem Mea Mens
RosesAndAngels Mar 2015
When nights array, shines past the window pane,
I sit and wait for the midnight rain.
Before the shower begins, I fall into deep comatose,
Falling and flying into the dark and watch the night, my soul to diagnose.
Deep within the psyche of me, I find a door,
I have reached my center, the very entrance to my core.
I am curious to look inside myself, to see the bad and the good,
To open up, to all I have misunderstood.
It opens to my touch and inside the sent of roses pierces me.
A garden overgrown with worry.
I enter and frown at all the weeds I've let in,
I have kept it all deep within.
Tears fall down as I cry the words I never said,
I scream the thoughts I kept inside my head.
All my pain comes out upon the dirt under my feet,
All the lies and sadness, so bittersweet.
I finally end without a word to be spoken,
All the bad memories now shattered and broken.
I look to the door and think of the things I've always had.
My family and friends, my home and my bed, through the good and the bad.
Slowly all the weeds of worry, the thistle of lies all vanished,
All the dark and violence banished.
I watch the roses grow, lilies bloom,
I smell the lavenders sweet perfume.
I wander to the nearest tree to climb and find some words in it's bark.
"Hortus autem Mea Mens." the word send me smiling away the dark.
If these words have affected you, then there is hope still left for humankind.
The night is long but i can wait, in the garden of my mind.
355 · Feb 2015
Pride of the Living
RosesAndAngels Feb 2015
The ability to love oneself is truly a grace,
However, too much will send it down bellow.
It's a simple pity this human race,
More time on how you look, love will bestow.
How disgusting really is the fact that I am better then you,
I am beautiful, and witty.
I am graceful, and pretty too,
Yet as for you, what a pity.
So this is my sin and it is how it will stay,
No matter how i try to save myself it's unforgiving.
In this dark sin there is no day,
For I suffer from the pride of the living.
#1 in my sins of life set.
345 · Jun 2016
The Title is Optional
RosesAndAngels Jun 2016
How do you describe the feeling of writing?
Is it more like equality in peace or fighting.
No, it's more like a slice of your whole being.
Less like these bygone facts and more like dreaming.
I like to think I write for the Hell of it.
Like I'm dreaming and I can't quit.

Writing can be described with emotion,
Which in it self is a well traveled ocean.
Writing is sad and happy and joyful,
However, It can also be impractical and vengeful.

So write to your souls content.
Write till it leaves a page creased and bent.
The reason is the Capital...


And the title is optional.
Really friggin sleepy.
295 · Mar 2015
Draw Me a Home
RosesAndAngels Mar 2015
Paper, pencils, litter the floor.
Raindrops, people, sad to the core.
I just wish, for something, for a place to call home.
Crayons, Shavings, undo my soul.
Snowflakes, children, who never feel whole,

[chorus]
I just believe, I just hope.
I feel lost and alone, stuck in this hole I've dug for myself
So someone draw me a place to call home.

Music, doors, make me feel lost
Tears, Gravestones, show me the cost,
I just stand there, looking for a family.
Orphans, sad eyes, make me feel cold.
Just when it hurts i start to feel bold,

[chorus]
I just believe, I just hope.
I feel lost and alone, stuck in this hole I've dug for myself
So someone Play me a note to call home.

Creatures, nighttime, fill me with fear.
Sunlight, daytime, make it all clear.
I start out sing out loud for someone to hear.
Colors, Hope, my mind starts to roam.
Family, smiles, my dream of a home.

[chorus]
I just believe, I just hope.
I don't feel lost or alone, out of this hole I've dug for myself
I begin to draw a place to call home.
#showmeyoursmileplease
271 · Sep 2015
Because
RosesAndAngels Sep 2015
I spend all day taking crap from you,
I listen and take the hurt that you deal.
You take your anger out on me,
And I never think how do you feel.
I try my best to make you understand,
I'm human and I'm not perfect.
However, I never try to to understand you.
Am I worth it.

So Mom,
When I'm all grown up,
I'm going to need you there.
And i know you may not be able to,
and i was never the best kid to care.
I know that life's hard,
I know i was so bad at being a daughter.
But i need you now,
Through hell and high water.
I'm sorry for the words that i say,
And i may never stop saying them.
Hoping one day i will,
I know ill never be a gem.
So please, please be there.
242 · Sep 2015
Watching
RosesAndAngels Sep 2015
Walking through the field at night,
Watching, preying, on the ones full of fright.
Oh who is the man in the shadows?
Who is the monster that follows?
His smile so viscous, and words so cruel,
He stands in the deep red pool.
Watching, and restless,
Watching, only watching, from the darkness.

— The End —