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Peter Cullen Jul 2014
A slice of toast,
burning on the grill.
A ghostly face,
the window pane,
terror running through the brain.
A shadow that was moving,
now is still.
Darkness hoovering the light,
and all that shun on Blackrose Hill.

Floorboards, creaking,
then they're not...............
Hiding in the pantry,
with a stomach tied in knots,
Churning, like butter in a ***.
That old house on Blackrose Hill,
years since left to rot.
That old house on Blackrose Hill,
that old empty cot.
michael gagain Sep 2014
Even in the darkest beast, one can find beauty.
If they look through the eyes of love.
Seeking a fading light, just out of reach
as the heavens reign from above.

Too soon, two souls become one,
While two hearts are left longing.
Darkness melds upon two minds
they're chemistry is haunting.

A connection so strong it spans the distance.
Feelings are so real,
one can feel the others touch.
Yet both their hearts will heal.

The realm of desire turns to ash
as the moon sets low upon us.
to need you so bad and not to receive
we both shall turn to dust.

Feeding off the dismal past
true love it will prevail.
two shadow;s dancing in the night
their friendship will not fail.

Tempers flare as longings go unfilled.
Both fighting an attraction that can't be real.
he has instilled a certain reality,
she now begins to feel.

A calmness in the darkness, a silence so surreal.
they dance within the keyboard,
in lacy shades of teal.
They both live in a fantasy...knowing it can't be real.....
shayla ennis Sep 2014
the fact of deafness
it is not our minds
but our ears
thinks not that i don't understand
though sound does not enter
sight is available
my eyes read lips
my hands make signs
i know you understand
pretending otherwise
to explain from start to end is a waste
for you do not believe
what can i do?
but i feel the isolation
seems like my life gets harder with passing time
you say i'm young its not true
you try to make it as if age matters
when its not

by blackrose
date: Sept. 24, 2014
shayla ennis Feb 2014
let me see not with clouded eyes,
no longer do i wish to dream,
but to see reality,

the pain i must feel,
sadness i must understand,
with eyes unclouded i see death with a new darkness,

the darkness of fallen angels,
let them show me to the abise,
out of the light,
with their songs of hatred,
malice, and rage,

through their music i hear my voice,
a voice that will join others,
when time comes,
i will be ready to fall with wings as black as coal,

let me see not with clouded eyes,
but eyes unclouded,
let me see


by blackrose
shayla ennis Sep 2014
writing writing
always writing
never stopping
words flowing
making sense
going crazy

words so many
phrases how long
writing words
so many of them

words that rhyme
phrases that ring
sentences that speak
always writing
never stopping
how much more

by blackrose
Sept. 3, 2014
shayla ennis Sep 2014
i stand alone
fish swarming around me
curouse about my existence
wondering about my light
wind howling
thunder booming
waves wavering
storm coming
gods looking from heaven
thunderous fury i cry
flashing scales i show
diamond fin swinging
my light becomes darkness
rage i feel
water dark and angry
sweeping everything away
freedom i desire

by blackrose
date: Sept. 2-2014
Marc Christiaens Jun 2020
Een zwarte roos van het is uit.
En dan die traan die uit je oog spuit.
Die traan van liefde en rust.
We draaien om elkaar heen als ying and yang.
Ik ben dapper en zij is bang.
Een rode traan van liefde of van bloed.
Die je hart bonzen doet.
Marc Christiaens Jun 2020
Een zwarte roos in het donker is zo eenzaam als ik alleen ben zonder you.
En zonder jouw liefde om me heen.
Ik mis je elke dag en nacht.
Ik kan nu niet meer zonder je lach ik wacht en ik wacht tot op die dag dat je hier zal zijn bij mij tot in de nacht.
Want mijn liefde voor voor jou gaat boven al mijn gedachten waar ik aan zat te denken en kan alleen nog maar aan jou liefde denken *** ik mijn liefde aan jou kan schenken want ik hou van jou ***
shayla ennis Dec 2022
Shallow shadows of darkness past.
Feeble light shining a path.
Weakened soul struggles to make way.
Burning Ashes become dusted air.
Faded tears like rain that soaks the Earth.
Unanswered words becoming enraged cry's.
Beckoning soul calling to the world.
Freedom,seeking repayment for it's pain.


Dec. 7,22
By Blackrose
A reminder that our souls are never truly free and pain is real even after death.

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