Rosetta - Poems

A rose; this rose, rose out of the ground on an early mourning walk.
A rose; which rose? Icy silver and glass glare on this gloom of mourn.
What rose? The risen rose has been stripped of its innocent petal, and shrouds beneath coarse.
The rose is dead. It has shattered in mourning.
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She covered her mouth when she smiled at cameras.
She hated her brother; and he hated her.
She got angry, blamed so-called trauma, but she knew otherwise.
But she never meant to cause any harm.
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6: 58 am, and the sky is dark.
Look up, dog, look up at the sky.
The grass is wet, and there is light in the cracks;
The clouds cover up my life.
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I figured we wouldn't make it this far.
Paddling along a river in the storm is a chore and a bore, so I think we'll let go here.
But it was nice to talk to you, and you were nice company;
Thanks for keeping me busy.
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"Begone, my love, " He whispers with flimsy tears.
Oh what a girl he could love more.
She walks a mellow, ghostly walk
Towards his moonlit half-dead corpse.
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It's quiet outside.
A car rushes by, and she holds her gown tight.
She wonders if she will ever remember this moment;
Life is short for now.
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My candle melts onto my blanket.
The snowflake warmth speaks to me like a lyric, yet
others hate my guts and my poetry.
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Look in the mirror.
I see a tear; tear; tear; tear.
Look in the mirror.
Look at me.
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I see you in the window,
Green shirt, sharp eyes,
My first thought: 'Can't be,
You still aren't able to drive.'
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I want to take up space.
What a useless thing to say!
I already take up space,
But not that kind of way.
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