Rose Water Poems

poems/short stories/ect. (Pictures are not mine, cover photo is by days-e)

[rosewaterpoems]

Darling our stories never truly start at the beginning; this cursing pain you feel is character development and these moments will be black and white flashbacks far from the mind.

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He cries

And his

Eyes reveal

A face

That birthed

And destroyed

Him

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I have a hunger

For drunken lips;

Will they be

Mine or yours?

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We will never be in love

And I deeply love that.

Even if we end up

Ageing together

Let's vow to never fall.

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Poetry isn't art

It's a cleansing of soul

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Finger tips burn

On the edges

Of red rimmed glasses

As the heart sings

Into tipsy veins

All the things

I should have

Said to you

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Your lips are the artist that draw me in

Who strokes pink against my cheeks

Flushed she has colored me

But wishes a redder shade

Paints my hands to glide her's in

The world is her setting in which i live

In cascading brushes and hues

Saying i love yous with butterflies

Glances of eyelashed kisses

The heat of red on blue is nothing

Compared to the silver tounge

She wears around my neck

If i were not here then i would

Be an apperance in her head

Swiming down to her fingers

Becoming ink on paper

She holds in her hands

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You read my palm.

Grabbing its love line

You tie it to yours

And call it fate

[imahopelessromantictoo]

It doesnt matter if my eyes are open or closed, I still dream of you always.

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How can I write

I want to fuck you

In a poetic way

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When space was

Too far

I Took to

The sea

Where he

Awaits for

me

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Sending

Thoughts

And

Prayers

Shallow eyes

See God's

Lambs

So

why

Cry

When

They're slain

Feeding your

Wolf

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You're colored lights

That hang in windows

Radiating dark outsides

And sabel rooms.

Bed sheets and

sugar cubed kisses

My Heart beating out

Syllables of your name.

Jah-seh-pea

Whispering dreams

Escape you

Drawing themselvels out

lips and breath.

Toes wiggle

In fountain water

Throwing copper

Wishes muttering

The syllables of your name

Jah-seh-pea

Playing house:

A factory boxing

Fabricated tenderness

Leaving users yearning.

Play mates leave

Builders construct

Months or years

Houses that say

Jah-seh-pea

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Scarlete Red

Is what i feel.

This hauntingly

Beautiful color,

It plauges me,

It haunts

my dreams,

It bleeds from

My veins

Into my palms

I lick

And tend to

wounds.

These scarlet

Headed children

I kept thinking

One day might

Be mine i

Dread this

Scarlet,

But i Kissed its

Mouth, I breathed

Its air, I welcomed

Its touch, I heard

Its heat, I can't

Live without it

This color was

The scratches on

My back, the

Newly brusies on

My neck, the

Color of...

I dont know

How to live

Without it.

Or why i

Thought i

Could.

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Late at night

My hand

Bleeds out

Memories of

You onto

Silk white

Paper

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I dont know

How to write poems

All i know

Is how to pick

At my sun

Burnt blisters

And curse

Apollo for

Resembling

The one I love

And how he too

Has burned me

I've been staying

Up til two staring

At the moon

Wondering if

He even thinks

Of me anymore

I never should

Have believed

Love was ever

In my grasp,

But Apollo's

Song was so

Pretty to hear

I would always

Fall into his hands.

It is two am and

There are no more

fireworks or stars

In his sky, so

Why do I still see

Sparks in his eyes

Even when blocked

From my vision.

Why are they still

Traped In mine?

He wants to speak

But I just want

To spill and break

Like a campaign

Glass thrown

At a wall or

Stepped on

At a wedding.

I dont want

To say words

To you my sun.

I wish to burn

And fester and

Bleed in your heat.

I want you to

Make me suffer

I want you to

Stay and sing

With blody finger

Tips on your harp

How wrong

I am, even

when I'm right

Take my hands

And feet

Tie me down

So that i may never

Leave even when

I scream that

I want to.

I know you are

Bad for me, but

No ones spoken

To me the

Way you have.

This may not be love,

But this passion is all

I have ever known,

Even if it's miles away

And doesn't talk to me.

I am foolish and

God punishes me

For the sin of

Wanting my flesh

Sacrificed to these

Unholy Roman flames.

They say things

I wish to hear

Like: empty promises

And false realities.

God forgive me

For I am weak

To these touches.

I wish to stay

In this burning,

But my skin is

Weak and smells

Of flammed roses.

I want to run

And you have

No ties or

Chains

So why do I think

You want me to stay?

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I say that I will trust you

But fear has a mind of its own

My opinions will weather and rust

And all will turn to stone