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the black rose Apr 2020
is it so strange to want nothing so badly
that you think long and hard to solely serve others?
are you at such complacency with your own being
that you desire of only nothing more than
setting inspiration free by word of mouth
or words at one click of a keyboard,
on someone else’s behalf.
the black rose Apr 2020
i could just pass on,
or pass up
or put up for adoption.
i could place reliance and dependance,
i could **** well place the blame
and i could place my being everywhere else,
but home.
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i choose home.
the black rose Apr 2020
from ratchet to reasonable,
thought i told you i was diverse.
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meeting ends with all,
in-tune & awe.
the black rose Apr 2020
these days,
im finding pleasure without touch.
im too far gone,
within.
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they mock my world,
as if fairytales don't exist.
the black rose Apr 2020
sometimes im here,
sometimes im listening,
sometimes im hearty,
sometimes heart-broken
by the hands of myself.
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sometimes i take the blame,
most times i place it elsewhere.
sometimes i channel fear &
destructive energies
then level up.
feel free to drop your interpretations of my weird *** poetry in the comments...
the black rose Apr 2020
i stopped seeking attention
and feigning for likes & views;
i discovered new peace now effortlessly,
there are people in my world,
that see the best in me.
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they relate
and could care less about my face,
as if im head-less;
or my race
as if
moments shared & experiences
mean much more to them...
the black rose Apr 2020
POV
i start to think i need to be the type of poet,
that resonates well with all sorts
& connects at first glance.
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it drains me to want to be someone that i already am...
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there's no right or wrong way when you're so introspective
that you only see the vastness of your being;
you only see far & wide,
endless possibility
& endless truth...
don't lose yourself,
just embrace your point of view.
the black rose Apr 2020
your eyes hold depth;
almost as deep as the time
i spoke into your head
and heard echoes,
echoing
instead of reciprocating
you filled up,
but im not empty,
nor am i envy.
do you.
the black rose Apr 2020
oh me oh my.
what a daring request
to insist that
i
open my gates...
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might i ask who you consider yourself?
how long have you travelled?
what gifts have you brought to lay at my feet?
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the black rose Apr 2020
fight to the finish,
a game of who wants it more.
final count,
final minute,
tap three times if you're un-sure.
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ill skip and play,
switch and delay;
there are no cheat-codes.
i need a beast,
fight til decease,
unlocking beast-mode.
every man for himself.
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