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Dead Roses

Dead are the roses that you sent to me 
The words you said as well 
Everyone said to me you'd put me through Hell 

Gone the Memory of your kiss on my waiting lips 
Why you went away I don't understand 
Was my love not enough for you in dear the end 

They say for everybody one true love exists 
How could you make my heart bleed 
Was it just lust you felt for me, born out of greed 

Dead lon...

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Garden Greed

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The rose recognizes the beauty of the sunflower, all the while self-assured in her own. She does not envy the golden beauty for her appeal to you

 

She knows better - she has guarded her stem from the likes of your fingers and the fingers of those before you, and the ones that will come after

 

She knows that while you, selfishly and ignorantly, believe the garden to be created for you...

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Raising a Rose

With the first and potentially only tattoo

I celebrate this wet dark blue

With sleeves exposed to the moon

Don't you dare judge me, this art isn't for you...

 

Like ink on skin and ink on paper

This is my own creation

A red rose with a blue stem wraps around my arm

So that when we shake hands you see one piece of a bouquet

And I tell you something poetic like, 

"Beaut...

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Sub Rosa

Where once her warm and sanguine heart

fell ashen grey to rest in cold base dirt

high over the familiar bush and shrub

proud crimson blooms pine for love  

 

Where their sacred beauty sings to my heart

they call forth the lovely nightingale

high in their cloudless summer sky

to sweetly sing their longing song

 

There, I too confess a secret yearning

silent hidden d...

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Rose Colored Reality

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Too much reality 
can burn a hole
through your soul.

I prefer to temper it
with rose colored glasses,
as you know.

With my glasses on
I can see past the ego
to the wounds at
war within.

I can see that the
past, present, and
future are all 
an illusion...

created for one purpose

to tell the story
of how we want to 
show up in this world. 

I can see beyond 
resistance,...

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The Bench

I sit outside the door

on a slate bench

my back against the cottage wall

in the evening sun

listening to a blackbird sing

the most astonishing sweet notes

In front of me

there is elderflower

honeysuckle

buttercups spangle the uncut grass

and the old larch looms in its corner

beyond the ancient stones of Hafod

which mark my plot

The sun has not long returned

...

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Random Hero

The only person who can save me

is me

A Random Hero wont set me free

Violets are blue

Its time for you to save you

Mentalities can't fly

Yours wont admit defeat

Not that I ever wanted you to lose

But, my grasp is still so weak

 

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Thorns and Their Roses

It was a painful thorn that had sewn our hearts together.

Yes, that was it,

A thorn that attached me to you,

Made your hell taste like heaven.

When I left you,

The flowers in my lungs died.

And for the first time, I could breath,

Although every day I find myself missing their beauty.

But for however many of my roses die,

This is something I can be proud of.

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Apology

we move in silence
the yellowing
age of the roses
continues with the tide

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Chapter 18: Roses On Your Grave

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I'm standing on the string you left me 
Not holding on and not letting go 
I don't have a strong grip with my beaten hands 
So you spin me around until I lose my balance.

I'm so mesmerized by the way you make me feel 
Like a diamond that caught my eye 
Wrapped up in this web of yours 
The more I pull, the tighter it gets.

Why couldn't you cut the rope and just let me fall? 
Inst...

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Roses - NaPoWriMo Day 10

Roses are dead,

they smell like Le Pew.

But they still smell sweet

compared to you.

 

Roses are dead,

now you feel blue.

So take a shot neat,

and uncork the screw.

 

Roses are dead,

our hopes are too.

You were a cheat,

but I was too.

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Easter Feaster

Roses are red?

No they're not!

They're an assorted mix bag of browns.

Cocoa, caramel, mocha and mousse.

Tasty truffles a treat for the tongue,

not just for Easter

but all year long.

Buy em on Easter Monday if you're skint

reduced price,

full taste,

eat my body weight in Lindt.

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