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the black-rose Jan 2019
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i went from craving
desires,
sxxxually.
to spurning alliance,
definitely.
from the stroking of ego,
walls evasively caressed;
to a glimpse of all that’s righteous,
& a conscience yet undressed.
drowning in depth of
intimacy,
clouding respective
intuity.
fxxxcking the **** out of my
actuality.
in reality,
there was no mutuality.
only a tempered battle flee,
consisting of my soul’s attempted plea,
to be free.
the black-rose Jan 2019
down play my intelligence
one time
then you’re irrelevant.
i’m witty
not so hesitant.
my instinct
nearly
heaven sent;
a part of
my inheritance.
you rival
my benevolence,
like Ann Frank in the Netherlands,
i hide behind my diligence.
my innocence,
equivalent
to my feeling
ambivalent.
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the black-rose Jan 2019
i leave hints
with a stench of possibility,
& i can destroy the world
yet still be filled on humility.
a gentle balance
of
madness
&
misconstrued sadness.
im always writing about me.
the black-rose Jan 2019
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i see no point in investing my energies where they are not appreciated or understood.
i will not tirelessly try to make my presence known when there is not a spec of effort to acknowledge.
i have no interest in stroking dying egos
or watering plants that are complacent in their withering.
i will not make a space for what intentionally brings me to my knees, no matter the emptiness i suffer.
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alone or accompanied,
i am living.
free & fearlessly,
wearing armor made of distance.
moving carelessly,
no regrets
& no resistance.
still
you are not worthy,
but you are who you are.
the black-rose Jan 2019
i found strength where i once saw only weakness.
i found the words to say while everyone stayed speechless.
i stood abrasive in my fears,
i shed like one too many tears
but in the end i am stronger than before.
see, with or without you
i live on.
all of my willingness
to be in the mix
is gone.
i will not die without you here!
i am self-made
remember, dear?
i am not chasing what i possess within myself.
the black-rose Jan 2019
with a depth of deception,
mysteriously vague.
only careless perceptions,
who dare to invade?
unexplored,
uninviting,
unfamiliar,
un-seen.
caressing riddled energies,
so powerful,
so keen.
inspired by me (ofc lol) & the mariana trench’
the black-rose Jan 2019
beautiful pearly skin,
a head full of hair
with strands that dance to the beat of the waves.
stature equipped with light movements so swift,
i have not seen but i can tell your eyes are true.
out of the blue,
visiting shores
you reappear.
a simple peek,
dive in the deep
then disappear.
where did you go?
it seems like you were never here.
i think i saw a mermaid-man lol. it was probably just a regular man but my mind over-exaggerates everything so here’s a poem.
the black-rose Jan 2019
you make everything your sword.
running back to misconceptions,
strength & wit play the accord.
un-intimidated by wisdom,
unbothered,
unchanging.
consistent and complacent
but the patience is ranging.
from steady to dying
unfit but you’re trying.
misfit,
no denying
there’s nothing to confide in.
but you envision a love,
unkind,
unrequited.
in desperate need of
a simple teaspoon of new guidance,
dismiss all of the bad energies you’ve invited.
we’ll only survive if we fight it.
the black-rose Jan 2019
you’re my bestfriend,
like a side-kick made perfectly for me.
you’ve seen the deepest parts,
beneath the skin
like no one else can see.
i carried you inside,
& now my soul remains outside.
a fairy,
fearless,
magical,
unique
sent here to guide.
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i call you daughter,
i call you light,
i call you healer of the sight.
i call you queen
my heart your throne,
i call you spirit of the moon.
being with more meanings than one,
a product far beyond the sun.
you were created out of mercy
to remind me of a love.
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to spread and
teach the world on how to smile again.
you are my friend,
a keeping love until the end.
long as you’re here
ill be alright,
ill keep on smiling,
keep the fight.
you are my friend
& ill love you til the end.
❤️❤️
the black-rose Jan 2019
seeking escape from a world
that thrives on my pain.
main focus is a focus
that drives me insane.
i can’t be still,
my mind is anxious,
my soul is erupting.
the most illogical of impulse
making something of nothing.
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i only exist inside,
where i never have to hide.
i’m never running from my actions,
never cancelling my pride.
resisting all that works against me,
no borders
or no fencing,
no offensive use of power can control.
no being similar,
persona young or old.
a living proof of distant energy,
words circulate the remedy
for all that can restart a dying peace.
❤️ take what you need!
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