Submissions by Rosewingaangel (Rosewing)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
1st May 2012 00:38am
1st May 2012 00:38am
Rents effing up my life
Why do they have to invade
Into my life,
One they think they made.
But all that is a lie,
You see, I'm adopted
As plain as you can see.
They keep barrading
Me with questions and "concerns"
What I wish is that they would just learn
That maybe its not what I want,
But what I need,
That little thing called freedom,
To do what I please.
That freedom and peace,
Is what I desire,
Why cant they see that,
From my little "fire"...
Into my life,
One they think they made.
But all that is a lie,
You see, I'm adopted
As plain as you can see.
They keep barrading
Me with questions and "concerns"
What I wish is that they would just learn
That maybe its not what I want,
But what I need,
That little thing called freedom,
To do what I please.
That freedom and peace,
Is what I desire,
Why cant they see that,
From my little "fire"...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st May 2012 00:27am
1st May 2012 00:27am
Hidden Fire
My soul burns.
It scortches my insides...
It is in my constant attention.
I take care of it, keeping it there,
So as to let me fly.
Tell me I'm a freak?!
Tell me I'm a sin.
Tell me I'm unnatural,
Thats where I'll begin...
That little flame, in my soul,
Rages up once we start.
We soar together,
Never apart.
You make fun of me, and who and what I am,
Well, you better be ready for it, man.
I am who I am,
I do what I do,
I say what I say,
Not what you tell me to.
My hidden...
It scortches my insides...
It is in my constant attention.
I take care of it, keeping it there,
So as to let me fly.
Tell me I'm a freak?!
Tell me I'm a sin.
Tell me I'm unnatural,
Thats where I'll begin...
That little flame, in my soul,
Rages up once we start.
We soar together,
Never apart.
You make fun of me, and who and what I am,
Well, you better be ready for it, man.
I am who I am,
I do what I do,
I say what I say,
Not what you tell me to.
My hidden...
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2012 3:50pm
30th Apr 2012 3:50pm
Myself, the Polysexual, Transsexual, Transgender Male that is me...
Why, must I
Why?!
Why, must I
Be the one...
Be the one to show
Ohh...
How to tolorate,
How to accept.
Be the one to show...
Ohh...
How to be strong,
How to get along,
And how to get through it.
Being who and what I am...
Is possibly the hardest
And the most difficult of tasks
That has been set before me...
That task you see,
Is not only figurin out who I am,
What to do, What to make of everthing.
What I believe in, What I enjoy,
How I behave.
No!...
This is much more....
Why?!
Why, must I
Be the one...
Be the one to show
Ohh...
How to tolorate,
How to accept.
Be the one to show...
Ohh...
How to be strong,
How to get along,
And how to get through it.
Being who and what I am...
Is possibly the hardest
And the most difficult of tasks
That has been set before me...
That task you see,
Is not only figurin out who I am,
What to do, What to make of everthing.
What I believe in, What I enjoy,
How I behave.
No!...
This is much more....
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2012 3:26pm
30th Apr 2012 3:26pm
Twisting it bites. Fierce is its sting.
A shard of glass
Cuts with such force as behind it.
Turning the blade over again
it slices into my flesh.
Twisting it bites.
Fierce is its sting.
The blade of my knife,
Knows how to carve.
We are not novices, it and I...
The torch of the flame,
As it burns my skin,
Incinerating my horrid thoughts through my pain.
I slash, I nic, I cut, I burn.
All of these I do, and I learn.
The pain.... I love it, its everything...
Twiting it bites.
Fierce is its sting...
Cuts with such force as behind it.
Turning the blade over again
it slices into my flesh.
Twisting it bites.
Fierce is its sting.
The blade of my knife,
Knows how to carve.
We are not novices, it and I...
The torch of the flame,
As it burns my skin,
Incinerating my horrid thoughts through my pain.
I slash, I nic, I cut, I burn.
All of these I do, and I learn.
The pain.... I love it, its everything...
Twiting it bites.
Fierce is its sting...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Apr 2012 3:29am
27th Apr 2012 3:29am
Loss of Innocence
Innocence...
I once had that.
From picking flowers to swinging a baseball bat.
But not only that,
Was what I have lost.
I have lost everything.
From my job to my shimmering ring...
That ring, it shone, with its rim in the sun
But now... i have none...
Like the ring and the sun,
What I had is now gone.
The summers of childhood are now done.
Oh how I wish I could go back to those days.
But now... now it is lost.
The others and evil on innocence preys.
We must pray for a life, for NEW life, that is...
To...
I once had that.
From picking flowers to swinging a baseball bat.
But not only that,
Was what I have lost.
I have lost everything.
From my job to my shimmering ring...
That ring, it shone, with its rim in the sun
But now... i have none...
Like the ring and the sun,
What I had is now gone.
The summers of childhood are now done.
Oh how I wish I could go back to those days.
But now... now it is lost.
The others and evil on innocence preys.
We must pray for a life, for NEW life, that is...
To...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
27th Apr 2012 3:26am
27th Apr 2012 3:26am
Weird as Porkupines!?
Thats not just abnormal,
Not normal at all,
Thats just weird.
But not just weird,
Like, crazy weird.
Like, weird as...
A Porkupine...
But not just any porkupine.
A porkupine that died
From eating...
A purple and orange
Caterpiller...
That died by a heart attack,
That was caused by a Pelican...
With no beak.
How does this make sense?
It doesnt have to.
Not normal at all,
Thats just weird.
But not just weird,
Like, crazy weird.
Like, weird as...
A Porkupine...
But not just any porkupine.
A porkupine that died
From eating...
A purple and orange
Caterpiller...
That died by a heart attack,
That was caused by a Pelican...
With no beak.
How does this make sense?
It doesnt have to.
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Apr 2012 1:42am
26th Apr 2012 1:42am
Society's View on Depression
left][/left]Why must they think that?
That my life, my love, my feelings
Dont matter...
They have been corrupted.
Not unlike me,
Not unlike how I used to be...
They push and they pry,
But never get the answer.
The answer they seek is unreal.
Undeniably fake.
They hope that they can "help"
They say.
They dont know the truth.
Nothing, well... Almost nothing...
That my life, my love, my feelings
Dont matter...
They have been corrupted.
Not unlike me,
Not unlike how I used to be...
They push and they pry,
But never get the answer.
The answer they seek is unreal.
Undeniably fake.
They hope that they can "help"
They say.
They dont know the truth.
Nothing, well... Almost nothing...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Apr 2012 4:18pm
25th Apr 2012 4:18pm
Ditto the Death Dealer
My name is Ditto
I am a pink blob
I'll deal you your death blow
I can turn into Smog
Into combat you slog
You choose Pikachu
That epic battle hog
But I'll still beat you
You coul have used Sandshrew
The pokemon are fainting
You must reallyhave no clue
Here I sit painting
With my Smeagle, I laugh
Of the total XP points, you barely get half!
I am a pink blob
I'll deal you your death blow
I can turn into Smog
Into combat you slog
You choose Pikachu
That epic battle hog
But I'll still beat you
You coul have used Sandshrew
The pokemon are fainting
You must reallyhave no clue
Here I sit painting
With my Smeagle, I laugh
Of the total XP points, you barely get half!
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Apr 2012 4:16pm
25th Apr 2012 4:16pm
My Beautiful Butterfly
I need you now
that the light has gone
I'm crying for you
My balance and my beautiful butterfly
My mind is twisted
I hope you know
That wthout you I woud die
If I had more than one
I would give my life up,
Over and done
I need you now
that te light has gone
I'm crying for you
My balance and my beautiful butterfly
Forever and Always
I hope you'll be here
For me, you are irriplacible, you see
My love, my love
will always be true
I do, I do, I promise you
I cant live without you
I need you...
that the light has gone
I'm crying for you
My balance and my beautiful butterfly
My mind is twisted
I hope you know
That wthout you I woud die
If I had more than one
I would give my life up,
Over and done
I need you now
that te light has gone
I'm crying for you
My balance and my beautiful butterfly
Forever and Always
I hope you'll be here
For me, you are irriplacible, you see
My love, my love
will always be true
I do, I do, I promise you
I cant live without you
I need you...
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Apr 2012 00:55am
25th Apr 2012 00:55am
Bruises and Battle Scars
These bruises...
These cuts and scrapes... my battle scars.
I both inflicted them and took them willingly...
Willingly and eagerly.
Eagerly I stabbed and slashed
at the body that was once intact.
These bruises...
These cuts and scrapes... my battle scars.
I, with them, grasped reality.
That in life, i would always have pain.
They could be bruises and go away,
or they could be scars and remain...
But these bruises...
These cuts and scrapes... my battle scars.
I cannot fathom a life that wasnt once "ours".
I am and...
These cuts and scrapes... my battle scars.
I both inflicted them and took them willingly...
Willingly and eagerly.
Eagerly I stabbed and slashed
at the body that was once intact.
These bruises...
These cuts and scrapes... my battle scars.
I, with them, grasped reality.
That in life, i would always have pain.
They could be bruises and go away,
or they could be scars and remain...
But these bruises...
These cuts and scrapes... my battle scars.
I cannot fathom a life that wasnt once "ours".
I am and...
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