Just A Few Poems For Y'all At Home

Hola, chicos. Long time, no see. I kinda had a feeling I would disappear for several months...

"Forgotten"

Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3

 "Can you hear me?"

Curtains close, stage fades to black

Everyone goes, forgetting

The girl they left behind

Voices fill her head with

Words she dread

"I'm sorry, but I can't seem to remember your name."
Are you happy?
Are you proud of the mess you made?
Attention.
It wall she never wanted.
It was all she ever needed.
And people begin to fill their seats again.
Curtains open, light shines,
Revealing the faceless girl on stage.
Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3.
They can't hear you.

"Let's Play A Game"

Let's play a game

Of love and war

Where I kiss you affectionately

And then I stab you in the back

Where you steal my heart

And rip it into shreds

Where our moments of passion and lust

End in our deaths.

Two may be better than one

But only in the safety of the night

When a clock isn't a time bomb,

When a dove isn't a vulture,

When a corpse is still a corpse

When our hands are entwined around each other's wrists

And not each other's necks

When love is love and not hate.

I see your eyes; they burn my soul

I stare back, the fire intensifies

Opposites may attract, but we collide

If I fall, you can't catch me

Because I take you down with me.

The hour becomes midnight,

The game is now over.

But don't worry--

We'll play again tomorrow.

"A Different Kind Of Fire"

A mouth that spits curses and insults

Held speechless by her bright eyes

Hands that strangle, kill, and choke

Tamed by her crimson smile

Eyes that hold dark, forgotten secrets

Come to light by her alluring whisper.

It is not hell that ignites the spark in him anymore

It is her burning touch

That warms his heart of stone

A fiery passion

An intense frenzy

That for once, is not fueled by anger.

The devil whispers orders in his ears

But he listens instead to the song coming from her lips

Ignoring the commands--

What is different about a demon, and evil angel

Whose thread is held by a different kind of fire?

An obsolete flame that never existed in hell till now?

"I love you."

Likes/Dislikes

Wow, I actually posted for two consecutive days. Surprising, really, to me.

So I'm just organizing my likes and dislikes in a list, cuz they're kinda jumbled up in my head. Like, seriously.

Shall we begin?

Allons-y!

I like:

Butter chicken and rice

Three Days Grace

3OH!3

Clam chowder

Purple

Button up shirts

My room

My bed

Skinny jeans

Fairytales

Pretty eyes

Books

Writing

Fanfiction.net

Wattpad

Barfi

Chocolate chip cookies

My friends

Going to the movies

Doctor Who

I dislike:

Wannabes

Yellow

Mushy fruit

Meanie-heads

Geometry

Lectures

Bitter melon

Washing dishes

People mispronouncing my name

People thinking I'm Indian


I'll edit the list when I think of more.

Hey, what does a snowman eat for breakfast?

-Indian accent- FROSTED FLAKES!

Hahaha. Ha. Ha...

So, today I have an English essay to finish, a biology test to study for, French worksheet, and a long Health assignment, and my mom is making me go to Home Depot with her.

How am I goi to finish my homework?

Curse my falling apart house.

Signing off now. I might post some pictures next time...

Peace, love, and Cheerios.

The Opening of the Curtains...

Ahem, now, where do I begin?

Well, first of all...

Hi.

The name's Rose.

Not really, my name is something else, something I don't feel like revealing. Just call me that, kay's?

This is my third attempt at starting a blog, and this time I'll try to be more dedicated to it.

Now, excuse me as I rant about the following.

Writing.

I'm passionate about writing; as you can see I've already said it on my profile. I'm probably gonna post some of my small pieces and excerpts.

It's the one thing I'm really good at. With everything else, I'm average. Average grades, fashion sense, drawing skills, singing, acting. But with writing, I succeed. In my opinion, I excel.

Picking up a pen and creating a whole new world? It's magical. It's relief from ordinary life. It's amazing, that feeling when you see what you made. It's...

Wonderful.

Words have power, and if you can use them to your advantage, you're a ruler of your own world. You're as mighty as an emperor.

And the best part?

It's all up to you.

The smallest detail, the biggest turning point; you decide what happens. You control everything, because you are the boss. No one can tell you what to do...

Alright, now that I'm feeling less deep, let's move onto more important matters, like this blog. I'm not expecting people to read this, cuz you guys just have SO much free time. To me, this is just a way to pour out my feelings and thoughts.

Anyway, I'll put up story excerpts. Song lyrics. Pictures. Whatever comes to mind.

So today: it's Sunday. I'm bored. I have no idea what to do. At the moment, I'm reading Brothers Grimm stories.

And holy Cheetos. Apparently, there was never a fairy godmother in the original Cinderella story.

Just a fun fact for y'all at home.

Now, I think I'll have the curtains draw to a close, because the task of introducing myself has finally been completed. Next post, I think I'll put up random facts about myself,

BAI~