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You were the pain born deep inside
He was the gun, his mom tried to hide
I was the angel who took him far away
cursed and fallen I now lay
another rose petal upon his grave.
rose-to-rose
it never meant to happen this way
if he had only listened
to the tears of grace...
You were the saint crying for his soul
He was the grave-digger, hollow and alone
I was the girlfriend leaving him behind
killed by a mother
who carries roses and cries.
rose-to-rose
it never meant to happen this way
if he had only listened
to the tears of grace...
You were the bitch sleeping in his bed
He was the voice talking inside his head
I was the reason she decided to leave
a misunderstanding you must believe
for roses only make those weak, bleed.
rose-to-rose
it never meant to happen this way
if he had only listened
to the tears of grace...
He was the gun, his mom tried to hide
I was the angel who took him far away
cursed and fallen I now lay
another rose petal upon his grave.
rose-to-rose
it never meant to happen this way
if he had only listened
to the tears of grace...
You were the saint crying for his soul
He was the grave-digger, hollow and alone
I was the girlfriend leaving him behind
killed by a mother
who carries roses and cries.
rose-to-rose
it never meant to happen this way
if he had only listened
to the tears of grace...
You were the bitch sleeping in his bed
He was the voice talking inside his head
I was the reason she decided to leave
a misunderstanding you must believe
for roses only make those weak, bleed.
rose-to-rose
it never meant to happen this way
if he had only listened
to the tears of grace...
Literature
Water
(Your POV)
It’s like liking a wine. A pure, alluring, irritating, mindless and lovely glass of wine. You get in the habit of one- not one like a drug , but still one to take you pretty over the edge. It’s tasty, mindless and your lost like a love lost fool. You get over it eventually, like you would with a past love or crush. What you need, what you want and always did was… water. The only thing that can cure you, ease you and give your mind relief is a glass of water. Because water is pure, healthy. It does not deceive your mind like other juices and illustrious things. It lets your mind breathe, think and live- it lets
Literature
Digging
Miriam always looked worse in hotel mirrors. There was something about the lighting in these places. Maybe it was the drying effect of the unfamiliar water or the biological washing powder on the sheets and towels. Maybe it was the aging effect of a full English breakfast every morning, clogging her arteries and colon, writ large across her pores.
Whatever the cause, a pallid, dry, wrinkle-faced hag with frizzy greying hair watched Miriam brush her teeth.
It was 6am according to her elderly Nokia. The wall clock in her room wasn’t working. She wasn’t sure what year it had stopped at roughly quarter past three, but the hands
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The Drowning
The water is all around me,
Dancing shadows on the ceiling,
The surface is moving slowly,
Faces and images haunt me,
I’m overwhelmed by the feelings.
The water’s crawling over me,
Scary shadows on the ceiling,
My heart keeps pounding painfully,
The tears are falling endlessly
And the pain never stops growing.
The water is now above me,
Blurry shadows on the ceiling,
It’s getting hard for me to breathe,
It’s getting hard for me to see,
As I am peacefully drowning.
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i've been trying to write with a sort of rhythm lately but haven't been too successful... this is one of my latest experiments with poetry, hope to be doing more of the sort with it later...
it tells a story in sort of a cryptic manner based on pronouns and the relationship between certain things...
it tells a story in sort of a cryptic manner based on pronouns and the relationship between certain things...
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wow the first and second stanza's are perfect.
your truely amazing
your truely amazing