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i am a rose.
you chop my head off
and feel my thorns prick
pools of blood
flooding the floor,
it's impossible
to growup
now you've drank my water:
watch me soil my woe
into your roots.
you chop my head off
and feel my thorns prick
pools of blood
flooding the floor,
it's impossible
to grow
now you've drank my water:
watch me soil my woe
into your roots.
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Literature
red red roses
i am not a goddess
nor do i
believe i wish to
be one.
i think
i'd rather be a half-forgotten
fairy tale
or a girl with opium
eyes and a
glass tongue;
an angel
who doesn't believe in
god, an
angel who
kisses demons with lips
that whisper poetry as artificial
as the mannequins in a
department store.
i want wings:
appendages stitched from
dying butterflies
and the feathers you
can find on
the ground - dirty,
ripped, but still
beautiful.
and i would soar
higher and higher
until i
couldn't breathe
and buy up
all the stars.
if i am being
honest,
i fall in love with
dragon girls
and wolf boys
much like the way a candle
melts; fast, hot,
Literature
Feelings
Broken heart
Forgotten love
A piece of my past
A hope for the future
Dull memories
Lost in thought
And a burning rage
Within my soul
Literature
Red Dirt
Red Dirt
I eat only because my body demands it.
In the South pregnant mothers eat red dirt
because it gives them what they crave. Their bellies are full moons,
their eyes constellations of what their baby will be.
Forget tossed stones or chicken entrails,
the lines of a palm already scarred
by machinery bits, a barbed wire chicken fence.
I already know what my future will be.
I was given paradise but it did not want me.
They told me if you are not strong enough this paradise will scar you
and it has. I was meant to be pregnant at the age of 16
and believe this child will be different from me.
But I escaped, relentless, demanding. "Do not g
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Very meaningful, the poem and message both.