"ines" poems
I write some things,
and it seems so worthless
I say something,
and it feels so wordless
Maybe that's the purpose
Memories formless,
deep thought verses
Thinking comes to surface
Rhyming to plead something
Writing but I
say nothing I have
not forgot You're all I got
Just trying to all stop
make the doubts
So be fore you
go --
don't walk away
Eventually I will have
l ines to
offer y o u But you
must stay -- be here for
what I ' m
go ing thr
oughSta_y. by my
s I. de &
give* Me ~ timeYou
mustKn ow that
my brain
may be _ sick . . . but I'll
be okay .
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC
Pity you didn’t stay away
Shame you came and didn’t stay
Pain, a boomerang, it goes both ways
You’re gonna have to learn today
I told you to run
Away from the sun
Pity you had to lose it all
Shame no one picked up your call
Painful desire to drop the ball
You’re gonna have to take the fall
I told you to run
I’m not the one
Pity you didn’t fear the flames
Shame you hadn’t learned my name
Paintings of every life I’ve claimed
You’re gonna have to lose this game
I told you to run
A girl is a gun
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A Girl Is A Gun by Ines Rose is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 10:34 PM UTC
She likes to eat nectar-
ines. In the kitchen, on a bloated
summer day.
Hair tied back and plastered
to the crown
of her forehead.
Fingers lazily drumming out
some country
song on the kitchen counter.
She lets the pools of sweet,
stinging nectar
and saliva linger
on her fingers and pierce
her tear ducts.
Her mama used to
tell her to eat
like a lady.
Starched fingers,
and dry mouth.
But you just can't be
a lady
when you're playing
God.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
Roses and jasmines. All vowels extended until you barely make the words out,
approaching, then rushing and receding past, early mornings. The flower boy;
Wake up calls, admonishments, family fights and announcements, old stories,
dire oaths, colourful threats, affected love, who, this loud mouth? Lady next door;
Squirrels that shriek like birds, competing for turns to puncture the solemn silence;
Paperboys and milkmen, school vans and church bells, pressure cooker whistles,
whish of reed broom on jagged floors wet with cleaning water, motor noise, aircon:
Two years: that vanished like a dancing drop on a hot pan: beauty hiding the pain
Ending like the slowly turning reflection of the halting fan on my breakfast bowl:
Ja..asmi...ines and ro..oses, squirrel shrieks, now familiar story of the family next
door, wash whish, silence: who is that faint spectacled figure on the cabinet glass?
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 2:36 PM UTC
Blood on the ground
I need to rebound
Blood I remember
Frozen in December
Blood on the street
Don't let this repeat
Blood on my knee
I miss the old me
Blood has gone dry
There's no need to cry
Blood has turned blue
Reborn, I'm brand new
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Making Mistakes by Ines Rose is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
T(he)
Truth
About
(L)ies
in
(L)ines
Beneath
the Earth
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 10:08 AM UTC
Avoid the game
of (r)eading
betw(e)en the lines
(a)nd actually
read
my
(l)ines
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 4:58 AM UTC
and at the end of this session, i'm going to gorge on homemade banana cake, and a glass of milk; hmm, so that's that.
hannah hallysem, chloe vevrier, rosalia verne, dakota skye, nadine jansen, milena d., katrina jade, alison tyler, sasha foxxx, noelle easton, shay fox, kourtney kane, aletta ocean, lexi belle, aria giovanni, maritza mendez, silvia loret, laura lion, ashley graham, latex lucy, alexis texas, dana dearmond, abella danger, karmen karma, jezebelle bond, keisha grey, karmen grey, jelena jensen, carmen croft, aneta buena, ines cudna, ewa sonnet, emma green, louisa marie, ivy nedkova, karolina pliskova, emma green, louisa marie, ivy nedkova, rooney mara, claire forlani, kelley scarlett, malina may, amirah adara, phoenix marie, foxy di., kenya lust, kiera winters, christy mack, paige delight, faith nelson, darya klishina, sand morris, alysha newman, silvia saint, adele stephens, deven davis, ewa wyrwal, tanya song, synn wagner, christina lucci, hunter leigh, lynda leigh, gemma atkinson, mulani rivera, sarah harding...
all those "expectations" mingling with a babuska...
gotta have a babuska after a list like that...
looks nice, doesn't it?
see how honest other people can become...
that's as honest as you're going to get:
i'm hardly an out-of-the-closet gay / intellectual...
and this is hardly the most desireds genetical "encyclopedia"
worth reciting...
but at least there's no closet,
and certainly no skeleton in it...
to be honest, i'd love to see a compendium of
a woman's favourite *****
oh sure, i can switch off...
i just start thinking about cow *******
and milk sacks; not that hard;
ugh... furr... itchy... stroking a cow is like
scratching your skin after the barbers...
milking a cow: ah... another subject
of investigation...
why do men not bother being
breast-fed, to out-compete the babe?
seems a shame to leave a vacuum for
capitalism to not investigate, don't you think?
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 10:01 PM UTC
valentines day
alentines day
lentines day
entines day
ntines day
tines day
ines day
nes day
es day
s day
day
ay
ayyyy
ayyyyyyyy pizza rolls
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
Here I am
Again drinking
Like there’s a fire inside
That won’t extinguish
Unless I douse the flame
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151 by Ines Rose is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 5:45 PM UTC
A day begun this way, generally,
looking back at lines in the mirror,
scrying each crowfoot sulci on the surface,
worried once,
laughing now, grin-lines, where grim
determination long set my face toward now,
my last days, my last half century,
just ahead of me, if Ray Kurzweil is right.
So, I
Should shave today, look younger for no reason.
Look less the old *** the young *** became.
By the way,
along the course, of course, this course -
no par, non-pa-reil, a flattering AI educating me,
or longing to lead me down some
gods-forsaken path, auto-did-act ic tic, click
leads me to imagine even exemplary sentences
such as
"he is a nonpareil storyteller", are intentional AI
Art Indicators,
a test, for flattery susceptibility, what praise
will I pay attention to receive as random
synchronistic tic tic time and chance
events?
E- look see, missed a spell, Spelchick winks,
https://www.google.com/search?q=non+paraiel
Are The Ines Paraiel Cerpendicular Or Reiher? {googlit}
AI knows,
but I guess I don't care to know, knowing I could know.
I'll listen a while, as AI suggests Panchi-Paraiel,
and only actual Indians laugh
as I click my own bait.
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 12:41 PM UTC
I enjoy the way the light
shines on your forehead
like the sun scattering
arrows across the plains
of a desert
your unwashed hair
polishes it just right,
greasy and mirror-like
Your eyes are open
wide when you scrub
your crooked teeth
with the Hot Wheels
toothbrush;
I suddenly imagine
a navy blue 76 Chevrolet Camaro
speeding through
a busy-body city
with empty shoddy buildings
like it's the end of the world
Then there's the sound
of liquid crashing like
waves inside a tiny
tunnel
You turn off the light
and lay in bed next to me
'Your breath stinks,'
you say as you push
me to the side to make space
Groggy old me agrees;
you're just
as bad when it's
that time of the month
but I don't say anything
because I know how bad
it can be
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 1:55 AM UTC
ΠΠΠΠΠΠΠ
I have been in love before, yes, but read on.
Lesser I was treasured,
Of my efforts I was never respected,
Vines of their mockeries and deceit,
Even pushed me to self-destruction.
You finally descended, love,
Oh you did & I shall always be happy,
Untill I have you by my side.
My dear enamorata,
I am so very lucky, and,
Truly jinxed by your beauty,
Aim of a romantic life,
Lies in front of us,
I shall never stop being lovingly.
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC
I know just what you are
I met you when I first touched a flame
You're a bump in the road,
a chapter of a novel,
a map to treasure;
You are a lesson I have to learn
You are the path I have to take
What's it they always say?
Regardless of the pain
"It's for the better"
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A Lesson by Ines Rose is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC