Roses are red,
That much is true,
Not only are they red,
but black, yellow, and blue.
Red like fresh blood,
or anger and spite,
Red like sweet love
on a cool summer night.
Yellow, how cheery,
The sun in the sky,
or yellow like fury
of a bright firelight.
Beautiful blue,
but how its so fake,
Never is it true,
Because dyes used to make.
Darkness so pure,
the color of death,
Black like the void,
which all of us wept.
So many color for one single rose,
And many more emotions with that,
A sweet little gesture or a relationships close,
A rose, by another name, is just that.
You can say you're sorry all you want,
It's not like it's going to help,
Instead of comfort all you did was taunt,
Did my screams come out as a yelp?
The pain you caused hurt me inside,
but, ironically, not much anger seeped out,
and from the world I tried to hide,
When all I wanted was to shout.
Through the nights I cried and cried,
I didn't know how I'd get through it,
It seemed the life I knew was a lie,
Were the things you said as congruent?
Apologize as much as you can,
What do you want me to do?
I feel like everything we had was a shame,
I'm sorry, but I just can't forgive you.
A Beauty Not Meant To Last by Poetry-grl, literature
Literature
A Beauty Not Meant To Last
Rain drops fall from the sky,
The clouds are dark and black,
We watch as they cry and cry,
Never looking back.
As the rain continues to fall
something faint appears,
A cascade of colors lifted up so tall,
Beauty expressed through the years.
Darker and darker it begins to show
As the sky deepens, too,
You never want to see it go,
Just like I dont want to lose you.
A glimmer of small happiness,
as soon as its there, its gone,
Making you realize how small bliss
Is often times so wrong.
What to do?
Its all gone wrong.
What if it doesnt work out?
I cant deal.
Ill crumble.
Ill fall.
Like a shattered mirror.
Can you put the pieces together?
Too many reflections.
The image changes at the slightest movement.
Distorted.
Incomprehensible.
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I can feel panic rising,
the lump in my throat,
Im suffocating!
No,
But I cant figure this out.
How can I?
The fragments dont fit.
The world collapses on you
when youre
Distressed.
It reflects the world with nothing inside,
A lone little drop washed in by the tide,
Crimson red,
like a tear cried blood,
Solid as concrete,
Not consoling like a hug.
Appearing flawless in its demise,
but, such as with people, its
all a disguise,
A small little flaw in an imperfect lie,
A shield and form of protection.
Difficult to see through, like clouded glass,
Eyes glazed over with memories long past,
Unwilling to let anyone see,
Whatever lies inside is a mystery.
Round and simple,
yet complex all the same,
Making it feel like lifes just a game,
Who knew one little stone could show all this,
A meek little s
As you stand before me
I circle you and grin,
My power over whelms me,
I know I have you pinned.
Your eyes constantly watch me,
They follow me around,
Your small body is shaking,
Yet you do not make a sound.
My smile growing bigger,
I stop in front of you,
and try to calm the vigor
that is rushing through.
I place my hand on your cheek,
You slightly flinch away,
I just smile as I come to peak,
Nearing what I want to say.
You know how much I love you?
Do you, do you, do?
Please tell me that you love me
as much as I do you.
Do you want to be with me
Forever and ever more?
Tell me that you feel this,
Not just plain a
Current Residence: Lost in the vicinty of my mind Favourite genre of music: Rock, Alternative, Classical, various songs from the 50s to present time MP3 player of choice: Sansa Shell of choice: Protective Skin of choice: Pale Personal Quote: Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
Favourite Movies
The Harry Potter movies, Dark Knight
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
I have more of favorite songs than a paticular artist or band.
Favourite Writers
Many; one of them includes Edgar Allen Poe
Other Interests
Music, writing, viewing photography, math, science, and forensics
:star:What is your favorite poem? Your favorite poet?
Poem: A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
Poet: (Not too sure but probably) Edgar Allan Poe
:star:What is your favorite short story? Your favorite short story author?
I'm not too sure. I don't read too many short stories, but, of course, I am fond of some Edgar Allan Poe's pieces!
:star:What is your favorite novel (single)? What is your favorite series of novels? Who is your favorite author?
Novel (single): I'm not too sure on this one, either. There was a book I read a few years ago called "A Certain Slant of Light"
that I liked, but need to revisit. I do enjoy "The Poet", a