Writing by Rosalind

Hello! I'm Rosalind Verona (Shakespearean inspired pen name). I write poetry! :3

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Hypersexuality

Dry skin, course like sandpaper it's not your fault at all. I can imagine dragging my nails across that back like an emory board. But I can't imagine kissing you, your scent fills my lungs I can't tell if I love or hate it. I wake up every morning, with your scent, it's stained onto my clothes, my skin. When I hold your hand, I get hot, my palm feels like a flooded gate. Can I really thing about sex, when there's no attraction to you, at the very least. It just doesn't make sense, can I imagine your cock when I inevitably rub myself at night? Is it you that I really think about? Or is it just some fucked up version, that I made up for my mind. I've thought about running my hands through that dry, dead hair of yours. Wondering what it might feel like in my hands, wondering if I'll like it. Do I actually enjoy this feeling, or is it just my awful brain? My awful sensuality and sex drive that makes me hate myself at night. Do I really like you or am I just lonely?

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Triple Moon Goddess

I am the maiden that dances under the moonlight; I am the mother that makes sure everyone is safe; I am the crone that is wise and full of stories. I am the bitch that mixes herbs and things; I am the witch that lays cards and and sings; I am the one who people fear. I am the virgin whose heart is in pain; I am the whore who excites and takes flight; I am the cunt, the mistress, the skank. I am the girl who laughs and I am that girl who cries. Look into my eyes and tell me what you see.

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Cookies

Inspired by Hansel and Gretel The little girl fell in much too deep Her blood was shown, out it seeped She knew if she uttered a word about the creep She would never wake from an eternal sleep Shallow it left, her mind open wide Come little child, I've got nothing to hide Stop, stop please the little girl cried Thrown into the oven, until she was fried.

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Her Kingdom

Inspired by Snow White When the apple was bitten Down she was slippin' Deeper and deeper She became a heavy sleeper Her prince came along He has to see if it was a con He looked down at her body Her prince fell, from his travels, groggy He cried softly for his love Kissed her lightly, as a dove He stared once more Etched into his mind, forevermore Skin as white as snow, hair dark as night She left the kingdom in quite a fright Her stomach thin, from the underfed Charming's Snow is really dead The new queen ruled in her place Stared down death in the face Upon her head was a crown she wore with such vile Ruling her kingdom with an evil smile

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Yin&Yang

(This was based off a photo I saw, once I find the photo, I'll add it onto here.) I was the Sun. She was the Moon. I was War. She was Peace. I was Disaster. She was Beauty. I was Sorrow. She was Happiness. I was Death. She was Life. She was My Salvation. I was Her Destruction.

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Beyound The Mirror

Double the body, double the mind Double the magic, double the time Two different worlds, two different lives Alternate dimensions, alternate tries Into the mirror, into the soul A burning fire, left behind dead coal Bonded by blood, bonded by minds Bonded by love, bonded by cries Face the darkness again once more Unleash the inner light from the core Turn back the lives, turn back the time Return the two lives back to Fate's line Wicked ways thrown back into our sea Return it to the ways as it used to be

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Beaver Moon

Into the darkness Venture into the forest, deep in the night Intro the dark where she fell asleep Drowning into the moonlight, her dress so neat. She liked to drown herself in summers heat She felt so cold in her white satin sheets Knowing her time in the heat would be gone, she spent all her time she could in the light. She knew the warmth would not last long, in the clearing she laid, easing all her frights. Where she, herself cried on the last night The clouds moved around the bright white silk moon She had just learned that her love had lied, she hated to leave the clearing so soon.

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Janus

Mirror, mirror on the wall Which story is she to fall? Comedy: She does not fall into a story. Tragedy: She does not spend her days in glory. Comedy: She will, of course, be at home, Tragedy: facing all of her problems alone Comedy: Facing many hardships that she made, Tragedy: the world she knew, away it will fade.

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Demons

My demons come out and play, scares all the children away I wonder if it’s because it’s me The pain that my demons show them although they do not come To follow me on my merry way At least I can say You are not the one who my demons wish to slay

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Demons

Broken bones and a shattered mirror, all of her demons were creeping nearer Her broken dreams and shattered heart She knew the price that she would pay And all the others came to say "Do not fall in too deep. Careful not to become a sheep Your dreams and your heart must you keep or else you'll fall in endless sleep" Yet she gave no heed to these warnings away they went every morning. They came back later that day And they were here to say "Come, come child-mine I promise you, they're telling you lies Come with us, and let time fly Or soon you'll find yourself saying good-bye" With this, her fear suddenly grew The villagers were right, that she knew But she had fallen in much too deep So her only choice was to leap When her demons came back She was ready for tonight’s attack She gave herself up to save them all She was the one to heed the call They looked at her with pure black eyes She knew that this was certainly her demise She followed them out the door Out into the basin moors As she looked over the her village-near For once, she did not feel any fear She closed her eyes and took a breath Then jumped down, to her death

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Philophobia

Fear of Love

You met them, thought that you connected. Only to find out that they fell for the person you trusted the most. The person who shared your memories. The person who was with you in good and bad times. You realized that the closer they got, the farther you were away from them. As you watched them laugh and have fun, tears started to form, your chest started to tighten, and you tensed up. But they did not notice, they never noticed. They were too caught up in each other’s eyes to even know that you were there. The tears fell down your face, you watched in horror and sadness. You swallowed down a of a heart-retching scream. You blink, now twice and you realize that they’re happier. Your friend is happier with them than they ever were with you. And they are happier with your friend than with you. You sigh sadly and think, “I want them to be happier.” You force a smile onto your face and wipe away your tears. You turn around to walk away, but you take one last look at them. They laugh together and you turn back around. You start to walk away telling yourself this is the right decision, that they’ll be happier. Because that all you wanted, you just wanted them to be happy. “Even if that means I have to leave…” You walk off, crying quietly to yourself, but then assure yourself, “It’s okay, this is just the way of the world.”

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Pistanthrophobia

Fear of trusting people due to past experiences with relationships gone bad

Trust is like mirror, it can be shattered. It can be broken but, like glass, you can fix it. All it takes is a little bit of glue and a helping hand. However, you can still see the cracks in the mirror. You always see yourself staring back at yourself and the only question you can ask yourself is, “Can I trust you?”. They say yes, and you did. You got close, perhaps too close.Then, it dropped and the mirror broke. As it hit the ground you saw all of the shards fall. You looked into the mirror only to see yourself, shattered through a million glass shards. They look up at you and say, “I’m sorry”. You look up at them and tell them, “It’s okay. I forgive you”. And the process starts all over again. Many years later, after many betrayals and nights where you cried to yourself alone. It drops, you don’t even have a reaction this time. “I’m sorry.”, they tell you. You look at them, “You say that a lot. But when have you even meant it?”. They tell you that they meant it every single time. You laugh, tears start to roll down your cheeks, “No. You didn’t.” Then, before they can even speak, you turn around and walk away from them. Walking away from the glass shards that you can never cut yourself from them. So that you can continue on with your life. You’re careful with your mirrors now, careful not to drop them. Careful not to get hurt by them. The only dark side, you’re afraid to give out your heart.

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Blood for the Chaos God!

The sands of time Cold, dead space That is the god, I worship To the snake that haunts me, out of everyone, why choose me? To the snake that haunts me, may I ask a question? Why do you thirst for human blood? Why did you try to eat humans? What made you do it? To the snake that haunts me, am I worthy enough? I give you my offerings, and you show me my future.  I feel like I may not be enough, to quench whatever thirst you have. Open my mind, show me what you see Do you ever get lonely? In a cage, all by yourself.  Out of all the people, why choose me? Let me see using your eyes I will make my offerings to you Are there others? Those who are like me? Or am I the only one?

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Professionalism

Two immature young ladies, sit at their table. Chatting casually as the speaker drawls on Hushed, nudging each other to keep quiet Not really happening. Questions, asked by the lecturer. Students sit in silence Who is the first to break the ice? Awkwardness, the lecturer passes their gaze across the room Faces going red from trying to not laugh, and from embarrassment they do not know the answer.

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Taxidermy

Oh fox, oh hare, oh bird Rest now, animals of the Earth Playing, amoung the leaves Rats, and bees, and fish hiding in the sage green leaf Looking towards its kingdom the great lion, king of the jungle Standing proudly, but empty stuffed with cotton, but as it stands proudly its reign does not end.

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Once More Again

I was told, that they were captured. Stolen away, under starlight and a cloudy moon. It’s lonely and dark, but you gave me salvation. A purpose of living, I will live once more For you, to exact my revenge To save my family, to leave my soul in your hands. I will become a sinner, so that my family can become saints. I’ll give you as many hearts and souls as you desire. I will give you mine. For you, are my saviour.  Since I was abandoned. The lives of whom I value, those who I care so much about. I will save them, from damnation, from Perdition. A deal is a deal, a life for a life. This tainted soul of mine; this sullied sinner’s heart I give you mine I am willing to give my life For my family. It’s barely been a year, but their journey does not end here. I will give myself, to the sands of time. To let myself rot, to wither away. I promise to get revenge. If blood is what you crave, then I will shed it. If souls are what you desire, then I shall tear them from their mortal bodies if I must. I will do what you say. Recreate my body, my mind, my soul, with what you deem to be the perfect disciple. Let me be of use to you, in exchange for their freedom. I am ready to make a deal. I am ready to make our pact. I am ready to lay in my grave, that I’ve dug since I fell from the graces of Heaven. My father, he has said that we are monsters. I hear talk, in his hometown. Horrible, are the monsters that we are. My father became one. My brother was born one. And I, an angel. A title I gave myself I can not fly anymore. I am tired, and my wings hurt. My family, who had their wings clipped, not too long ago. Will grow them back, to become stronger to fly even longer to stay in the skies forever. I will gladly dig my grave, and lay in it. I will finally sleep peacefully I will trade my wings for a crown made of thorns. To give my family, what little hope I have left, in this broken body that has sinned.

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Little Raven Boy

Little Raven boy, can you survive this on your own? Little Raven boy, hold fast and strong. Little Raven boy, do not forget who you are. Little Raven boy, remember you past. Little Raven boy, remember you can change. Little Raven boy, remember the emerald necklace. Little Raven boy, do not forget who is waiting. Little Raven boy, the little emerald Queen awaits. Little Raven boy, do you intend to break the Queen's heart?