Rose
Rose, a lively rose.
My life is like a red rose,
Each petal is a special part,
Making up a picture.
Every petal that falls is something that cannot be forgoten.
Every few years a petal is lost.
Soon the rose will be bare,
No petals to show its beauty.
It's stem is brown.
It's nectar dry.
This rose shall die.
No one will forget these petals,
That have gone black and become brittle.
One day another rose will bloom,
Till then I am just a rose.
Rose, a dark dead rose.
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Darkness
Darkness is actually a nickname i picked up as a child and its followed me ever since I currently read poetry at a hookah lounge where my friend works every thursday night and i also often play guitar there aswell and sing in a punk band i build custom longboards by hand and am starting a company in doing so i grew up a homeless orphan rasied by biker clubs bcuz my birth mother was a junkie and my birth father tried ending my life the reason behind revealing that information to you guys is thats what strated my love to write and so understand my poetry comes from a dark place and is rarely uplifting.
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