Monet DreamlessRose

Monet DreamlessRose Poems

A lullabye twists itself and dances over the river of red
Red as blood that floats across the white bed
Bed of roses with small, white stones that takes their place
Their place in the red embrace ever so lightly carressing their porcelain face
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Running

with
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So what its morning and the sky is clear?
The dark cloud in my mind still remains.
So what I give you a smile at your jokes?
Its frozen by the invisible ice from my heart.
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I'm hungry enough to eat a horse
A horse I won't eat
its what I need when I choose my course
My course is any except returning home
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Wish, my beloved, Wish
That the medicine comes to heal you.
Search, my dear, Search;
For the doctor with the knife.
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Monet DreamlessRose Biography

I am 17 years old, but my age doesn't define me. I been told I act beyond my age and it may be true. You see for youself if you choose to talk to me. I have always been a poet in my own heart and I loved to write them down and put them on my wall. But my family would say that they are too dark, morbid or depressing. And it may be so, but the hint is, I find my life at home is depressing. I am in the bunch who likes school or do anything to not go home. I don't have a car yet, but when I do, I am going to do what I want. I'm in love with a guy name Brandon, but currently I am having problems with home, my heart and my mind..basically with everything. I do not want to be dramatic, no, I do not want to come off to someone who is begging to be heard. I just want to spill out my guts, let my heart bleed out, ..[Bleed it out- Linkin Park..sorry I had to put there it.] and just let my mind just flow. My childhood wasn't all that great, in reality, whose isn't? But anway, I love to read, write stories, make songs, listen to music and draw. Yeah, my drawings was called morbid too. I do attempt to make lovely dovey poems, but those are rare. Trust me, I tried. It usually comes out at the end, y'know..me being trapped. I just got upset last night and I am thinking on counting the days when I turn 18 or 19. Whichever! I go to church, yes and right now I am a 1st yr cologuard! Yay! I like watching horror movies, romantic movies, comedies or based on a true story. I LOVE JAPANESE! My one thing I want to do is go to Japan, learn their langauge, observe their custom and everything involve with Japan. I'm just that obsessed. I have close people who I really talk to. And no, not my family. Definately not my family. So my Mom is right on things, I don' give a darn. I can not help how I feel..But I digress. I am a roleplayer also, if you want to roleplay, I mean really roleplay like Fantasy or whatever [I'm flexible] hit me up and I see whatever. Anyway, want to know more, let me know. I have to say there are two sides of me. There is the happy side, you know the friendly, the kind, the talented one, the leader, the Mother of the group, ..You know like morning..but when Night comes I am something new. My thoughts are muddled and chained by wishes and darkness. I'm not evil or anything, just I'm serious, sober, sarcastic, a jerk, or whatever. I believe in honesty in a relationship. I wish I had that with my mother, but whatever...I listen to any kind of music..little be of country..you know..there are some things I just can't listen. Rock, Japanese pop, Japanese rock, Trance, Pop, RB, Rap, anything! Just point me out a song, I check it out, if I like it, then I like it. If I have something to say, I will tell you. Quote(s) : Hell is empty. All the devils are here. -William Shakesphere. My name is Sarah. I am but three, My eyes are swollen. I cannot see, I must be stupid. I must be bad, What else could have made my daddy so mad? I wish I were better. I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all. I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up all the day long When I wake I'm all alone the house is dark My folks aren't home. When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight! Don't make a sound! I just heard a car. My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls. I press myself Against the wall. I try and hide From his evil eyes. I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry. He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door. He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken. 'I'm sorry! ', I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate. The hurt and the pain Again and again. Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor. My name is Sarah And I am but three, Tonight my daddy murdered me. Paste this into your profile to help stop child abuse. A girl and guy were speeding, on a motorcycle, over 90 mph on the road.. Girl: Slow down. I’m scared. Guy: No, this is fun. Girl: No, it’s not. Please, it’s too scary! Guy: Then tell me you love me. Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down! Guy: Now give me a BIG hug. *Girl hugs him* Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put it on yourself? It’s bugging me. (In the paper the next day) A motorcycle crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn’t want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him & felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.)

The Best Poem Of Monet DreamlessRose

Death Lullaby

A lullabye twists itself and dances over the river of red
Red as blood that floats across the white bed
Bed of roses with small, white stones that takes their place
Their place in the red embrace ever so lightly carressing their porcelain face
Porcelain face that shows no feelings except a shine of a smile
A smile that charms the roses and have them offer their life to spread themselves as far as a mile
A mile long of petals of tears of happiness just to have a kiss
A kiss from their treasure has them to only welcome coldness
Coldness that chokes them deadly and yet they hold onto the pearl as tight as they can
For fear they will lose the love before they bust into black teardrops over the land
The land, pure white, untainted and takes the hand of the pearls
Pearls laughing silently as they are taken away to the next in swirls
Swirls around the beautiful death of their lover and into another victim
Victim of their beauty, their smile, their smooth features and fake mask
Mask covering their true intentions, the roses bend themselves to do the task
The task that were a soft spell cast upon them all even as humans as myself
Myself with my neck being kiss by pearls and prick into streams of blood to spill
Spill down my neck as I softly sing the lullaby, my blood turning into petals at will
Will the dance continue on top of my white casket with my roses and pearls still?

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