Submissions by Rosewingaangel (Rosewing)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd Sep 2014 6:32am
22nd Sep 2014 6:32am
A Place With Noise
Filling it up to the brim
What kind of noise?
The kind of the beautiful variety.
The kind you get when opening up a new book, hearing the pages crackle to life.
Like the sound of your hand fumbling to find my fingertips.
The pattering of the rain on a tin can. The splash of wet paint on canvas and the scritch of pencil on paper.
The sound of breathing in morning dew, along with the sigh of satisfaction after a summer nap.
The exclamations made after seeing a comet or the silence I seek and long to hear while holding you close.
The rush of...
What kind of noise?
The kind of the beautiful variety.
The kind you get when opening up a new book, hearing the pages crackle to life.
Like the sound of your hand fumbling to find my fingertips.
The pattering of the rain on a tin can. The splash of wet paint on canvas and the scritch of pencil on paper.
The sound of breathing in morning dew, along with the sigh of satisfaction after a summer nap.
The exclamations made after seeing a comet or the silence I seek and long to hear while holding you close.
The rush of...
688 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2013 3:00pm
25th Feb 2013 3:00pm
Just There
Battered and worn, it carries music in guitar form,
A little beneath, purple converse high tops, resting atop a pile of strewn about clothing.
To the side lays an old cigar box, carring not cigars, but tools that were randomly collected with care,
There is little order to them, just anything that was found, from awl to needle, whatever was around.
Either carefully done or just thrown around, these hinder the ability to enter this room.
I, like them, are part of this room, taking up just as much space... Just there...
A little beneath, purple converse high tops, resting atop a pile of strewn about clothing.
To the side lays an old cigar box, carring not cigars, but tools that were randomly collected with care,
There is little order to them, just anything that was found, from awl to needle, whatever was around.
Either carefully done or just thrown around, these hinder the ability to enter this room.
I, like them, are part of this room, taking up just as much space... Just there...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Nov 2012 6:05pm
16th Nov 2012 6:05pm
For After the First Snow
For after the first snow
I gave you a rose
A single one
Bright shades of pink
Spreading out from the center
Spiraling out towards the edges
The petals
Each one is connected
In the heart of the flower
For it means more
Than you know
I wont go into detail
Or explain what I mean
Cause its definitly more than it probably seems
It may feel like nothing
Or something sweet
To have and to keep
But what you dont see
Is the meaning beneath
That consists of feelings
It lays underneath
Just...
I gave you a rose
A single one
Bright shades of pink
Spreading out from the center
Spiraling out towards the edges
The petals
Each one is connected
In the heart of the flower
For it means more
Than you know
I wont go into detail
Or explain what I mean
Cause its definitly more than it probably seems
It may feel like nothing
Or something sweet
To have and to keep
But what you dont see
Is the meaning beneath
That consists of feelings
It lays underneath
Just...
682 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Nov 2012 00:30am
15th Nov 2012 00:30am
Soul Music
Essentially the embodiment
Of the music that lives
In my heart and soul
She’s my Lyric
She adds the words to the music
That resides within me
My music
Continues to grow
With every event that occurs
But I was missing something
A way to make the music accessible
A keyhole into which one could look
And peek into my being
My internal thoughts and feelings
Or
Someone to share it with
Something to add to my music
Add to my life
Make it stretch and stress it’s sounds
It’s rhythms
Well
...
Of the music that lives
In my heart and soul
She’s my Lyric
She adds the words to the music
That resides within me
My music
Continues to grow
With every event that occurs
But I was missing something
A way to make the music accessible
A keyhole into which one could look
And peek into my being
My internal thoughts and feelings
Or
Someone to share it with
Something to add to my music
Add to my life
Make it stretch and stress it’s sounds
It’s rhythms
Well
...
945 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
14th Nov 2012 11:18pm
14th Nov 2012 11:18pm
Whispering Secrets
If I were a tree I would grow lower branches just to hold you
I would be the one to provide you the wood for your wand
You could play among my leaves in the spring
I would let you carve your initials into my bark
Take leaves to press them along with flowers
In the summer rest underneath me
Get away from the scorching heat of the sun
Lean your back against my trunk and rest
I would be your safe-haven
Always await your safe return
Back to me
To sharing stories
Whispering secrets that drift far away
Being carried off by the wind
...
I would be the one to provide you the wood for your wand
You could play among my leaves in the spring
I would let you carve your initials into my bark
Take leaves to press them along with flowers
In the summer rest underneath me
Get away from the scorching heat of the sun
Lean your back against my trunk and rest
I would be your safe-haven
Always await your safe return
Back to me
To sharing stories
Whispering secrets that drift far away
Being carried off by the wind
...
886 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Oct 2012 00:22am
20th Oct 2012 00:22am
I Consider It So, Regardless
Look past the dramatic abyss
And the long never ending lists
Of the differences
Between
"Art" and "writing"
There are similarities there
If you look
That are way beyond compare
Just find the right book
You'll find pictures and writing together
Matching without a glimmer of doubt
The strides of which each take
In the shape of the ARTIST
Who put them there
Each may have a different life
Or life style per-say
But all are indeed art in a way
That small distant bridge that you see...
And the long never ending lists
Of the differences
Between
"Art" and "writing"
There are similarities there
If you look
That are way beyond compare
Just find the right book
You'll find pictures and writing together
Matching without a glimmer of doubt
The strides of which each take
In the shape of the ARTIST
Who put them there
Each may have a different life
Or life style per-say
But all are indeed art in a way
That small distant bridge that you see...
670 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2012 4:44pm
3rd Sep 2012 4:44pm
Unconditional Love for her Boy
Bolts of pain
Shooting through her body
Everytime she moves or walks
She pulls herself up
With all the strength she can muster
Walking lame
But always confident and sure
Every step is with purpose
For a cause
For her boy
He is weeping
Out of control
At the other side of the house
She hears his cry
Lost and in need
The need for comfort
For her
She gets to the edge of the stairs
Steps cause great pain
But the dire need to help her boy
Pushes her forward
Decending down...
Shooting through her body
Everytime she moves or walks
She pulls herself up
With all the strength she can muster
Walking lame
But always confident and sure
Every step is with purpose
For a cause
For her boy
He is weeping
Out of control
At the other side of the house
She hears his cry
Lost and in need
The need for comfort
For her
She gets to the edge of the stairs
Steps cause great pain
But the dire need to help her boy
Pushes her forward
Decending down...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2012 4:37pm
3rd Sep 2012 4:37pm
Shadow
Bloodied nails,
Chiped at and scraped
From everytime she walks
Pain concealed
But noticeable behind those sad, soulful eyes
Those orange orbs of light
In the midst of the darkness and shadow
Glow fiercly
With passion
Determination
Love
She knows
Knows everything that is happening
What has happened
Connected with a bond
Stonger than anything
No spoken language is needed
Chiped at and scraped
From everytime she walks
Pain concealed
But noticeable behind those sad, soulful eyes
Those orange orbs of light
In the midst of the darkness and shadow
Glow fiercly
With passion
Determination
Love
She knows
Knows everything that is happening
What has happened
Connected with a bond
Stonger than anything
No spoken language is needed
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Aug 2012 4:07am
17th Aug 2012 4:07am
You will always be in my heart
I know you are gone now
I know youre not here
It hasnt hit me yet
I have yet to shed a tear
But I will
I know I will
Cause from the bottom of my heart
I loved
I love
And I will continue to love you
You will always be in my heart
Since I dont believe in Heaven
I know you cant be there
But I do know that you believed
So I'm pretty sure youre there
I miss you like nothing else
But whats to be done
I cant bring you back
The very next day
Like the sun
I wish with all my might that it was me and not...
I know youre not here
It hasnt hit me yet
I have yet to shed a tear
But I will
I know I will
Cause from the bottom of my heart
I loved
I love
And I will continue to love you
You will always be in my heart
Since I dont believe in Heaven
I know you cant be there
But I do know that you believed
So I'm pretty sure youre there
I miss you like nothing else
But whats to be done
I cant bring you back
The very next day
Like the sun
I wish with all my might that it was me and not...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Aug 2012 3:46am
17th Aug 2012 3:46am
How could you say that
Bout seven months in
I thought we got through
Everything that happened
We were to spread our wings
and go on together
But it appeared that a while after
You thought about it just being you
Afraid of something
I know not what
Something inconceivable
Something I just didnt
And STILL dont get
You said when I pushed
Because you see
That I knew
That you were thinking
Quite hard about me
And about you
"I think I could support you more
Just as a friend"
But what you didnt get...
I thought we got through
Everything that happened
We were to spread our wings
and go on together
But it appeared that a while after
You thought about it just being you
Afraid of something
I know not what
Something inconceivable
Something I just didnt
And STILL dont get
You said when I pushed
Because you see
That I knew
That you were thinking
Quite hard about me
And about you
"I think I could support you more
Just as a friend"
But what you didnt get...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jun 2012 6:47pm
26th Jun 2012 6:47pm
I Wish There Was No Up and Down... Just Middle Ground
I wish there was no up and down
just middle ground
where I could just stand around.
No yes or no's
just maybe's and "I suppose"
Why is there a "right" and "wrong"
when we could just have light and long...er
we dont get along
everything we see becomes wrong
Why dont we just get along
with no "right" and "wrong"
just middle ground
where I could just stand around.
No yes or no's
just maybe's and "I suppose"
Why is there a "right" and "wrong"
when we could just have light and long...er
we dont get along
everything we see becomes wrong
Why dont we just get along
with no "right" and "wrong"
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jun 2012 5:13pm
26th Jun 2012 5:13pm
Diamonds from Coal
If it were just you and me
we'd get along eternally
But since we have such fickle masses
they get mad at simple passes
Just because we aren't quite like them
we arn't accepted
yet again
They dont realize
these fickle masses
that even THEY mayke simple passes
At life we are all swallowed whole
and when it's done
spit out like diamonds made form coal
We never are quite done
but cut down
and we shine from every one
we'd get along eternally
But since we have such fickle masses
they get mad at simple passes
Just because we aren't quite like them
we arn't accepted
yet again
They dont realize
these fickle masses
that even THEY mayke simple passes
At life we are all swallowed whole
and when it's done
spit out like diamonds made form coal
We never are quite done
but cut down
and we shine from every one
677 reads
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