Submissions by Rosewingaangel (Rosewing)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
13th May 2012 3:04am
13th May 2012 3:04am
I love you so, (my knife)
I love you so
My knife, in the darkness glows
She glistens and sparkles
Nothing is quite like her
She follows my movements perfectly
We, together, approach
Silently we stalk our prey
Crouch low in the bushes
The dark covering us in a cloak
The cloak itself is impenetrable
Until first light
We wait until they pass
I want to make it fun
We follow, treading light
First I grab
Down they go, clutching at their beating heart
I love the expression on their face
Scared
Terrified
I cannot wait and neither can she
We strike...
My knife, in the darkness glows
She glistens and sparkles
Nothing is quite like her
She follows my movements perfectly
We, together, approach
Silently we stalk our prey
Crouch low in the bushes
The dark covering us in a cloak
The cloak itself is impenetrable
Until first light
We wait until they pass
I want to make it fun
We follow, treading light
First I grab
Down they go, clutching at their beating heart
I love the expression on their face
Scared
Terrified
I cannot wait and neither can she
We strike...
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ANGER POEM
Published
8th May 2012 3:13am
8th May 2012 3:13am
Red Rain
Let it rain red,
Splashing on the grey pavement.
It kicks back up and drops back down.
This hate is rising.
I punch you again.
More red rain,
Thus comes from your brain.
I can see the pink goo,
That it once was.
But in a sense, it was always that way...
You had no brain,
None that you could use.
I bash the hilt of my knife,
Into your head.
I cut and slash
At anything I can reach.
Your head, legs, arms, chest...
I slit your thoat,
One final goodbye.
Just for good measure,
I hit you again,
And that blood is...
Splashing on the grey pavement.
It kicks back up and drops back down.
This hate is rising.
I punch you again.
More red rain,
Thus comes from your brain.
I can see the pink goo,
That it once was.
But in a sense, it was always that way...
You had no brain,
None that you could use.
I bash the hilt of my knife,
Into your head.
I cut and slash
At anything I can reach.
Your head, legs, arms, chest...
I slit your thoat,
One final goodbye.
Just for good measure,
I hit you again,
And that blood is...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd May 2012 10:27pm
3rd May 2012 10:27pm
Me, Actually.
I happen to be male,
Just listen to my tale.
It seems as I have been born with such utter fail.
I was born with TWO X chromosomes,
Instead of just one.
Wait! Stay and dont judge...
At least till I'm done.
I act and look male in almost every way.
But take a look closer and
HEY!
You have a big chest, It just isnt FLAT.
Then they come closer and give it a "pat".
Stop!
But they dont.
Not only just that...
They decide to do another quick pat.
But this time, its not my chest,
But as I fear,...
Just listen to my tale.
It seems as I have been born with such utter fail.
I was born with TWO X chromosomes,
Instead of just one.
Wait! Stay and dont judge...
At least till I'm done.
I act and look male in almost every way.
But take a look closer and
HEY!
You have a big chest, It just isnt FLAT.
Then they come closer and give it a "pat".
Stop!
But they dont.
Not only just that...
They decide to do another quick pat.
But this time, its not my chest,
But as I fear,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd May 2012 9:59pm
3rd May 2012 9:59pm
Mother?
My mother
Thats just a name.
Just something to call her.
What she does is why I question.
She puts on an outward apperance
That she has perfected
To fool all the world
From MY perspective...
Sometimes, very rarely,
She is true and is sweet.
She can fight for whats right,
And not JUST what she wants...
Mother.
Ha, I say.
This is just me
Wasting away.
From the agruments
To the battles
That we have everyday.
I am drained...
This person, if that,
Or a "woman" instead,
I think...
Thats just a name.
Just something to call her.
What she does is why I question.
She puts on an outward apperance
That she has perfected
To fool all the world
From MY perspective...
Sometimes, very rarely,
She is true and is sweet.
She can fight for whats right,
And not JUST what she wants...
Mother.
Ha, I say.
This is just me
Wasting away.
From the agruments
To the battles
That we have everyday.
I am drained...
This person, if that,
Or a "woman" instead,
I think...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd May 2012 1:00am
3rd May 2012 1:00am
Friend, I trust you so
I trust you not to take her
I trust you not to steal him
For she and he is my friend.
More than a friend this one is.
They are new
They are fresh
They are the best thing
Aside from you...
As my friend I trust you so much.
Lets please not lose touch.
But if this comes between us instead,
I dont know.
And I cant promise
What's comming from ahead.
I trust you not to steal him
For she and he is my friend.
More than a friend this one is.
They are new
They are fresh
They are the best thing
Aside from you...
As my friend I trust you so much.
Lets please not lose touch.
But if this comes between us instead,
I dont know.
And I cant promise
What's comming from ahead.
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd May 2012 00:58am
3rd May 2012 00:58am
I'll let you go....
If you want to go, you can...
If you like her back,
You can just be my friend.
I guess...
What I'm saying
Is that I love you so much.
And I would really miss your touch...
I would give you anything, you see.
Including...
Well... A break
Or freedom from me...
If you like her back,
You can just be my friend.
I guess...
What I'm saying
Is that I love you so much.
And I would really miss your touch...
I would give you anything, you see.
Including...
Well... A break
Or freedom from me...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd May 2012 4:36pm
2nd May 2012 4:36pm
Why I am Rosewinged
Contemplating...
This goes through my mind
The twisting and spinning of all my thouhts
Goingdown the funnel
Of the wicked storm,
My feelings are getting pummled,
In that dark and sinister tunnel.
The ground is crumbling
Right around my feet.
I hear the demons' stomachs groumbling
About how I'll be such a tasty treat.
My mind is full and my sould is burning bright...
But thats exactly what the demons want.
But they wont get it without a fight.
I fell from Heaven,
Spinning as I went.
Down
Down
And...
This goes through my mind
The twisting and spinning of all my thouhts
Goingdown the funnel
Of the wicked storm,
My feelings are getting pummled,
In that dark and sinister tunnel.
The ground is crumbling
Right around my feet.
I hear the demons' stomachs groumbling
About how I'll be such a tasty treat.
My mind is full and my sould is burning bright...
But thats exactly what the demons want.
But they wont get it without a fight.
I fell from Heaven,
Spinning as I went.
Down
Down
And...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd May 2012 4:23pm
2nd May 2012 4:23pm
Heart Strings
The reason I wake up
The reason I go to bed
You are the reason that
There are still feelings inside my head...
I'm tempted to just let go,
Then, I guess that it would show...
That again without you,
I am lost
Tossed...
Out of the game.
Life has a funny way of playing.
Let me tell you...
Its NOT tame.
With the strings around my heart,
I get twisted an pulled apart.
Oh please.
Oh please.
Just... DONT start...
I crash and jump
From those strings around my heart.
But what I...
The reason I go to bed
You are the reason that
There are still feelings inside my head...
I'm tempted to just let go,
Then, I guess that it would show...
That again without you,
I am lost
Tossed...
Out of the game.
Life has a funny way of playing.
Let me tell you...
Its NOT tame.
With the strings around my heart,
I get twisted an pulled apart.
Oh please.
Oh please.
Just... DONT start...
I crash and jump
From those strings around my heart.
But what I...
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd May 2012 1:06am
2nd May 2012 1:06am
The End?
My old and favorite knife.
Rusting from the blood.
It flows and goes and seems to never end.
I love this knife, as it loves me.
Or the stories that it sends.
From working as a tool of trade,
From tip to braided end.
This time is no different.
The blade, it still runs red.
But this time, its from exactly what it "said".
The words on my body,
Carved deeply in my skin,
Show what and how its feeling,
Just when I begin.
The thought of pain surrounds me,
The chatter of relief.
The silence that fills...
Rusting from the blood.
It flows and goes and seems to never end.
I love this knife, as it loves me.
Or the stories that it sends.
From working as a tool of trade,
From tip to braided end.
This time is no different.
The blade, it still runs red.
But this time, its from exactly what it "said".
The words on my body,
Carved deeply in my skin,
Show what and how its feeling,
Just when I begin.
The thought of pain surrounds me,
The chatter of relief.
The silence that fills...
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd May 2012 00:57am
2nd May 2012 00:57am
Apparetnly Im not good enough
Why do I try so hard
When all that I try to accomplish,
Only gets smashed down?
I feel rediculous and stupid,
Not only because I do,
But also for my self-pity
That I happen to think I REALLY shouldnt do...
I work for my freedom
Of thought and expression.
But all I really get in the long run,
Is all this fucking depression...
Apparetly my best is just your worse.
So why should I even try?
I swear I have a curse.
I feel pushed down
Knocked around
Stepped on
And deserted.
What is there to live for...
When all that I try to accomplish,
Only gets smashed down?
I feel rediculous and stupid,
Not only because I do,
But also for my self-pity
That I happen to think I REALLY shouldnt do...
I work for my freedom
Of thought and expression.
But all I really get in the long run,
Is all this fucking depression...
Apparetly my best is just your worse.
So why should I even try?
I swear I have a curse.
I feel pushed down
Knocked around
Stepped on
And deserted.
What is there to live for...
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ANGER POEM
Published
1st May 2012 2:44pm
1st May 2012 2:44pm
CHANGE ME?!!!!
Who are you
To tell me who I am
Who I should be
Who I was.
Who are you
To tell me how to be
How to act
How to feel
How to dream?
Why are you
Telling me all this?
Is it your "right"?
I think not!
Whatever you may think
Whatever you may feel
Whatever you may say
Will not have an effect
On me...
On who I am...
On how I will feel and act.
Nothing you are can do that.
Nothing you will be can do that.
Nothing you were could do that.
Nothing...
And I mean nothing!...
To tell me who I am
Who I should be
Who I was.
Who are you
To tell me how to be
How to act
How to feel
How to dream?
Why are you
Telling me all this?
Is it your "right"?
I think not!
Whatever you may think
Whatever you may feel
Whatever you may say
Will not have an effect
On me...
On who I am...
On how I will feel and act.
Nothing you are can do that.
Nothing you will be can do that.
Nothing you were could do that.
Nothing...
And I mean nothing!...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st May 2012 2:31pm
1st May 2012 2:31pm
My Hands
My hands.
They are worn and rugged.
They have been torn and scraped and cut.
My hands.
They are full of scars, all over.
From nuckles to fingers to back to palm,
They are everywhere, not quiet and calm.
My hands.
They are blocky and square,
But they are still there.
They are rough and calloused,
But can be gentle.
My hands.
Gentle at touch,
But rough at first glance,
My hands, are full of character,
So give them a chance...
They are worn and rugged.
They have been torn and scraped and cut.
My hands.
They are full of scars, all over.
From nuckles to fingers to back to palm,
They are everywhere, not quiet and calm.
My hands.
They are blocky and square,
But they are still there.
They are rough and calloused,
But can be gentle.
My hands.
Gentle at touch,
But rough at first glance,
My hands, are full of character,
So give them a chance...
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