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GraciexJones Jun 4
You’re a storm in summer,
So fast-moving and out of the blue,

You’re like the first day of Spring,
Blooming and slowly rising,
Amongst the decomposing earth,

You’re like a shifting darkness,
Hard to tell where you start and begin,
Filling the space with your whole being,

Your firelight flares up like a firefly,
So bright and fluttering through the twilight,

Your eyes glow with a glace of gold and rose,
So fired up on adrenaline,
Running through the countryside like a wild fox,

Your depression is like the deep artic sea,
When it gets so heavy you crawl into your shell,
So desolated with your own thoughts

You’re like a broken violin,
So beautiful but splintered with visible scars,
From the lovers who had misled you in the past
hanahana Jun 3
Now a rose, a light,
Bright as a royal sun,
Laid by the royal one.

Embrace flowers
Reaching his flower.
Salute to the faithful man,
Craved the joy of love.
Karijinbba May 28
When red roses can't bloom
in red silent painful gloom
offer white and pink peonies
with heavenly perfume.
Asleep yet lifeless
Blue eyed baby brother
David's tiny beloved.
His moonlight hands tied.
My hair ribbon held them
in prayer gesture of doom tight.
A dreadful loss invaded me
his life force taken that trauma
stayed a lifetime.
Mother warned do not weep!
Two pangs of pain at five
dead silence my only friend was
silenced speechless in shock
I adored my dad dead shot.
My family taken one by one.
Brother was mine months old.
His life was covertly taken
left neglected in the cold.
How could I hold him
be Mom to baby or feed him?
I was tiny twig six year old,
   fed crumbs for months abandoned
with covert human predators
hating orphans to death.
Wounded at seven came my turn.
Saved by charity with surgery
as I had ran away with nuns.
My sister Delfina was three
luckier then me safer
with maternal aunt gone
but not for long.
In search of love on Earth
I found only misery, betrayal pain.
The predator blackmailed by
his Greek sadistic Medeas
aware of his poisoning
strangling a predator's darkness
sold me out to them all.
He surrended my toddler to be
burned with chemicals!
and my new born with arsenic.
Haralambos Mantalozis
with Kiriaki, her cousin
evil aunt in Piraeus Greece.
26 narcissist sociopaths
He put red roses on my hands;
announing my baby girls
were both dead.
Red roses meant torture!
Betrayal deceit mockery of love
My foster Mom Rose loved me
but just enough to teach malignant
Leonora a lesson on sharing
was butchered on Mother's day
1971 by her bio-jealous Judea
using her grandmother to ****,
to trash me to her attorney mate.
It was Mothers Day in Mexico.
My red roses dropped
with me to the floor!
As the old murdering witch
pushed me into
the macabre bedroom
sadistically forced to look.
mother gone
Red roses mean only death
So please celebrate me
only aromatic Peonies
white and pink will do.
As red roses cause me still
unbearable pain of ugly sin.
I saved whatever was left of me
and my beautiful three daughters
Elena Rose in Greece
And in USA,more jealousy
my baby girl newborn Jeanette
here too victimized
by two jealous habitual drug users.
sterile nurse predators again!
made themselves a certificate
of life birth with my baby girl
and hunt me down a life time
expecting to profit big
murdering me.
Look, I have survived till now
many more covert attempts:
even trackers under my car
weird 2019 staged car accident!
****** for hire continues.
IHSS help for senior isn't help.
Providers from hell thieving
Guatemalan ilegal impostors
Lazy commiting fraud
poisoning water in 2021
thinking I will go
to hospital sickened feeling entitled
luring my left over few valuables.
and stimulus savings
No I am not cursed never
the evil doers on path are cursed
That's why Jesus said
to pray for our enemies
they are needing the prayers
from their victims mostly.
This is the dark face
of America the great apple
where even roses
remain dead silent eons
with painful memories
of deadly secrets.
Poor roses even they
are trashed
becomIng a symbol
of unspeakable evil
Human predator enemy
against innocent
beautiful human beings
Bright as heavenly light!
Envied by the dark
in bad people's hearts.
By Karijinnbba
All Rights-54-2021.
In Japan they are used as a symbol of bravery, honor and good fortune. Generally though, peonies symbolize prosperity, good luck, love and honour

Although commonly known as a symbol of beauty, white peonies also represent shame. Because of this, they make a great gift if you want to sincerely apologize, ask for forgiveness from someone for something you did, or simply express, “I messed
Sharon Thomas May 24
I never want to bleed again;
The way I did before.

For an unrequited love,
That was worth dying for.

The beauty of the rose;
Deceived me,
My love for it,

Thorns pierced through my skin,
With a single touch,
Making its way to my

Thorns that shot poisonous darts;
That lead straight to my heart..

"Oh the torment!"
I cried in pain;

Why was I in agony,
When all I did
was love.
Karijinbba May 16
I have fought sprouting
the common ardurous way
known by most Earthlings,
through mean suffering pain
that life is filled with.

I sought to sprout of pure joy
immense happiness only,
true love found grasped.
that joyful way of sprouting
great wisdom
like a lovely butterfly
from rose bush traveling
to rose buds
flew by me
eluding my white
gardenia rose garden.
Or stealing what it could.
My wisdom now bleeds.
and many avoid me
like a bad owmen.

They wear blindfolds
drink heavily and do other
cruel things to themselves
seeking paradise blindly.
The wisdom of profound joy
that never arrives to stay.
Some asleep walk in their pain.

I won't ask you to walk with me
we all crawl, walk, run, or fly
following our own dreams
roads not taken weeping.

I wait for one traveler only
who would share any ride
To happier easier greener
serenity pastures.
Perhaps together learning
Not to bleed for wisdom,
  and working out troubles
as they come along
One day at a time.
By Karijinbba
All Rights reserved
Learning comes unplanned
embrace it and discard
Leaving all for tomorrow
Mostly tomorrow arrives but wears masks

I am a tired but willing traveler
Vale Luna May 16
Time slithers away
Fed to the infinite void
that is the past
It slinks slowly into the present.
Why do blood and roses
share the same color?
A crimson droplet
A crimson petal
Both fragments of life
One salter that the other

Throw me in a cage
And watch me bite at my tail;
A ravenous dog
ruined by the boredom of captivity
Tick tock
Another droplet
Another sliver of life
It falls into the puddle
Back into the void.
Self harm triggered by boredom.
Jeremie May 7
I sing the song of a withering rose,
who’s petals have lost the light of their beauty
and the attention of their beloved gardener.
Heaven has abandoned me and
shut its crystal gates before my face.
The radiant sun has betrayed me,
for it no longer fills me up with
the essence of life.
Now it only seeks to accelerate
the loss of my grace.
I’ve lost the affections of the wind and
every bee in this dreadful garden has
forgotten the sweetness of my love.
The drums of my ears can no longer
tune to the gentle song of this loving Earth.
The frigid echoes of Death are all I hear
“Embrace me, for I am near.
Embrace me, for I am here.
Embrace once again, for I have left..”
If I adore You out of fear of Hell, Burn me in Hell!
If I adore you out of desire for Paradise, Lock me out of Paradise. But if I adore you for Yourself alone,
Do not deny to me Your eternal beauty.

— Rabia al Adawiyya
Abunde May 7
Like a white rose planted in the deep end of the ocean,
in the dark, gracefully swirling the breeze;
a soft dance to the melody of sentiments, withering not but glowing beautifully asunder
Rooted beneath waters deep, moist beach sands below sea levels and under
I want her so badly

My heart is
empty again
without you
for you abode
therein my  
heart. Your
voice only,
craves I my
boredom to
cure. You're my happiness,
joy and all
source of
glee. My love
for you is
soft as silk
fresh as lilly,
bright as rose.
It's like
the sunrise
🌅 even when
it sets it
always come
a new everyday
all day.
I'd love you
forever, as
long as  
you love me.
audrey Apr 28
rather than the pretty rose,
that was showered with
praise and poise
and sunshine smiles,
the mimosa plant always was
pricked by the curious calico cat,
curling into itself
and if i were to do the same,
would i disappear too?
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