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the dark, seething, crimson rose
begged for your touch
upon her twisting, cutting,
luscious vine
"Bleed for me,"
she pleads,
"restore the color to my petals
winter's thieved."
she splays herself
before your palms
"Breathe of me,"
she requisitions,
"house me in your loving lungs
so I can be your song."
so you reach for thorny vine
and she wraps herself around you;
drinking of your vigor-
as you place renewed petals
before your face
and breathe her seed
into your waiting chest
"Water me,"
she sings,
"let me drink of you
in a new way."
and without waiting
for your bated
yes-
she tightens her spiny grip
around your flesh
and tears water the dirt
beneath, making their way
into her roots and traveling up
her slender stem
all at once
her grasp is released
as the green vine
turns to ash-
and sitting in your bloody hands
regret begins to drown her
"WHY?!"
you scream, quite angrily,
and in the sweetest song
she sings-
"Many have come
and heard my pleas,
and you are the first
to rescue me,
from broken grounds
and spiny things;
now please,
take me home."
begged for your touch
upon her twisting, cutting,
luscious vine
"Bleed for me,"
she pleads,
"restore the color to my petals
winter's thieved."
she splays herself
before your palms
"Breathe of me,"
she requisitions,
"house me in your loving lungs
so I can be your song."
so you reach for thorny vine
and she wraps herself around you;
drinking of your vigor-
as you place renewed petals
before your face
and breathe her seed
into your waiting chest
"Water me,"
she sings,
"let me drink of you
in a new way."
and without waiting
for your bated
yes-
she tightens her spiny grip
around your flesh
and tears water the dirt
beneath, making their way
into her roots and traveling up
her slender stem
all at once
her grasp is released
as the green vine
turns to ash-
and sitting in your bloody hands
regret begins to drown her
"WHY?!"
you scream, quite angrily,
and in the sweetest song
she sings-
"Many have come
and heard my pleas,
and you are the first
to rescue me,
from broken grounds
and spiny things;
now please,
take me home."
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there's a whole in your heart
that i'll dig my way into,
twist myself around to fill your gaps and
tangle in all your crevices
until i can make you whole
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...
fine then, just leave me alone
let me rot in this "shithole" existence
you don't like it?
well it's none of your business
try to turn me around
put me on "the right path"?
it won't work
you haven't experienced such wrath
and then experienced the everlasting calm
but you'll never understand
all you know is the bad
all you remember is sad
i'm sorry you felt the need to cut me off
it's a real shame
and you weren't even involved
as if our friendship was a game
well i miss your friendship
you hurt me just as badly
as the one you criticize
still, i would renew our bond, gladly
if you weren't this way or that
stubborn, hard headed
just open you
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My girlfriend weighs about 250 lbs, and her doctor told her that she could never have a real loving relationship because nobody loves fat people. So I told her how I feel:
I felt sad for your doctor who told you those things and I just looked at your picture on my phone. I don't understand how anyone who sees the green of your eyes does not see beauty worth more than green fields or oceans. Why do people think that love only chooses bodies that belong on a postcard? If I could tell them that when I kiss you I feel like I am stealing from time, and I know I can not stop time, but when I see you I have a few more seconds than the rest of t
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So, I couldn't sleep last night and for some reason I thought about roses... and wondered how badly they long to be touched... I rarely touch them because of their spines... so, yea... this doesn't count as "new" since I wrote it last night >.>;;;
I will begin my gallery editing tomorrow!
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I will begin my gallery editing tomorrow!
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This is really good. If I was an English teacher this is what I would say:
The rose seems to represent a beautiful, broken woman who hates everyone because she has been neglected, and the person in the poem is someone who likes her, and she lures them in, at first just hoping to manipulate and hurt them for her own benefit, but falls in love with them in the end.
I highly doubt that you actually meant all that, but still. This is very remarkable.
The rose seems to represent a beautiful, broken woman who hates everyone because she has been neglected, and the person in the poem is someone who likes her, and she lures them in, at first just hoping to manipulate and hurt them for her own benefit, but falls in love with them in the end.
I highly doubt that you actually meant all that, but still. This is very remarkable.