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Tears on roses

My tears are on roses

Fascinated by their beauty, I'm crying

Mourning. Yes I am mourning.

My life has changed for a while now

I'm like a child who just learned what is pain.

My roses are no longer from love,

They are from dead.

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Bare

Words are not naked enough anymore

To ease the pain I am in

I can no longer express it by art now

Since the pain becomes art

And art becomes pain.

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Looking up

Life is to struggle

No matter what I do,

No matter how hard I climb

I'm always at the bottom of the stairs

Looking up

There is still so much to go on

It's devastating.

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Bee is soon to be free

My mind is a battlefield of a war that is endless

I'm the one who slaughters

Also, the one that is slaughtered.

There is blood everywhere, like the ink spilled on paper

I'm the one who makes bleed,

Also, the one that bleeds.

I'm like a bee, you see

I make flowers grow, making honey for you to serve

I work day and night, a coffin to reserve.

For once, I try to protect myself from them

I make them hurt first and last time, and the cost of it is my dead

I've never felt like a human at the end whatever that means, anyway.

[thebrunettee]

Ice and die

For her

There was no pain

Because she was always hurt.

She was numb,

Burning alive

She was frozen on fire

Burnt on ice.

Her life depended on a die.

[thebrunettee]

World -Words- of Deception

I was too naive to dream in the world of deception

too scared of failure where there is no success

Too bright and colorful like a rainbow where there is no rain

I was born a poet, meant to be a poem

In a world that is not more than a simple catalog

I aimed much more than what I was capable to get

I wanted more, more, more, and more

Because I believed like a love fool in love with life.

And there came reality - hit me hard on the face

and no it wasn't merciful it was cruel.

Everything that I believed shattered.

They cut me open, they, the shadows of reality

Tear my colors down, paint them black,

created an item that fits in their catalog.

That's why I sometimes feel a hole in me

a big, gigantic, black hole, the absence of real emotions

like a real flower that is replaced by a flower made of plastic.

they replaced our feelings with plastic feelings

Then, the world will be destroyed by plastics in both ways.

[thebrunettee]

-Cracked Mirror-

My blood is boiling in my veins

Bygone is behind my reflection

On a cracked mirror.

Fall is death of nature

Fall is my birth.

I am a candle light in your room.

Spilled ink on your diary.

A little whisper you hear.

Not enough for people to pay attention.

But that's the beauty of me, you see.

I am a beautiful flower, that is not scared of death, in love with fall,

A victim who is in love with her murderer.

But nobody can see me nor hear me.

Although, I am there, I do exist

A flower under fall leaves.

And Fall leaves, so you do.

[thebrunettee]

Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

[thebrunettee]

''what if my writing isn't good eno--'' what if it's a reflection of your soul. what if it has a place in this world. what if you write it anyway

[thebrunettee]

i cant stop writing about you

whenever i pick up a pen and just start writing,

i find myself back in summer 2022

i write about the nights we stayed up, talking about our most desirable moments

every song has atleast one verse that reminds me of you

nomatter how hard i try, it always comes back to you

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Personal Time-love-line

I used to admire people

The ones who found love

And actually were able to keep it around

I used to ache next to them,

Still have plenty of them.

All around me.

It is sometimes suffocating.

Then, I had the idea of me

The one and me.

I wasn't ready to be the one for anyone

Therefore, no one was the one.

I still ache time to time

However I know everybody have their time

It isn't a competition or duty.

It is more of a personal destiny.

And I know, you and I

Have a timeline that is meant to be

That shall be loveline.

[thebrunettee]

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Sometimes only consolation you need is poetry.

And if someday  the uncertainty of this world  becomes too overwhelming,  I hope you remember  that some mysteries  aren’t meant to be solved,  they’re meant  to be lived.

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Core of Me

You think you know who I am, lover

You know me so well, you think

You see me as a passionate brave woman

And this is why we won't work together

I'm afraid of everything sweet lover

Everything and Everyone

I am scared of humans

And what they are capable of

That's why I wear this mask of braveness

While I feel fear of things that happened

And might happen.

I feel it till my fingertips

That used to dance over your hips.

I loved you a lot, but see I am a coward

And you aren't a wanderer

You don't wonder

The core of me.

My fears, lover.

[thebrunettee]

Daughters of Flames

Life and death

Which one is more cruel?

For a girl like me, both

We are the pain, the suffering

We are the daughters of flames

That our mothers burned.

It's our destiny to be tortured

By the time passing,

Not fitting in.

It's the reason of our birth.

We are the last survivors of life

And late visitors of death.

We have one habit on common

And it is thinking, thinking till we go mad

They call us poets,

This what we are meant to be.

[thebrunettee]

My Guestroom- Your Room

Hello lover, friend, sweetheart,

Welcome to my heart

It's a pleasure to have you here.

You'll see I struggle to live

But I am just a Poet

So be my muse, my guest

Can have rest

In my guestroom, in my waist.

It will soon belong to you, more or less

Enjoy your guestroom I suggest

Then we'll name it your room

Because you'll be no longer a guest.

We'll make this house a lover's nest

[thebrunettee]

Your Love is The Last Flower of a Tree

I am tired of everything, trying my best to fit in

Trying to love to be loved, not being loved anyway

Sick of temporary crushes

and of myself, from the person I am.

See sweetheart, you are the only door that opens to heaven

The rest opens to hell that I create with such hard work

Your love is the last flower of a tree, the last hope, the last hoorah

You might save me, set me free, or execute me in eternal hell

I loved so many boys but you are The Man

That I might let me, just me, the woman

That I kept like a secret, like an adulterous relationship.

I promise to give all of me to you, I'll let you decide what you want

Love me or execute me.

However, if I hear you say my name in the middle of the night

I'd take all the risks Romeo took to meet with Juliet

Because it is ride or die for a woman like me.

You should know me.