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BlackRose : Writing

lOsT iN tRaNsLaTiOn

lOsT iN tRaNsLaTiOn

A Poem by BlackRose


fOrMs WhAt ThEy TrY tO pOrTrAy.CaN't CoMpReHeNd WhAt YoU cOnVeY wHaT's SpOkEn Is NoT wHaT iT's ToLd. LiPs SpEw HaS nOnE sOlD wHaT cOmEs OuT dOeS oBsT..
THE WORDS OF AN UPBEAT MELODY

THE WORDS OF AN UPBEAT MELODY

A Poem by BlackRose


BAT THOSE DRUMSBANG THOSE GONGSSING THE PRAISESSTRUM THOSE STRINGSPLUCK A TUNEHUM THAT MELODYFINGER ALONG THE KEYSNOT A BIT OFF KEYLET THAT SWEET SOUN..
What artistry... in the eyes of what they can't behold

What artistry... in the eyes of what they can't be..

A Poem by BlackRose


every whim and way I've been moldedShaped to pleasebut only one consistency remainswhat you see's what you expect to get The look of a certain waywhat..
My My... We Together Hook.

My My... We Together Hook.

A Poem by BlackRose


Took some reads from this here intriguing book and up I looked. One glance is all it took. That come hither stare, should I be aback, no was hooked. M..
When I...

When I...

A Poem by BlackRose


When I'm telling the truth. Do I really know what that is.When I lie. Do they really know and see through me.When I love. Do I really know what the me..
O'clock

O'clock

A Poem by BlackRose


O'what time, what time?O'peer at the watchO'do be promptO'thems mustn't be waiting O'haven't to be delayedO'time is of the essentialO'mustn't be waste..
Not so... Innocent

Not so... Innocent

A Poem by BlackRose


Innocence... What have you done.Innocence... What was I to expect. Innocence... Why did you have to.innocence... No, not but is you.Innocent... as gui..
Left of Center

Left of Center

A Poem by BlackRose


I know I may not be perfect I may miss the mark sometimesBut when I do I come out a winnerI can at times shoot duds But when I hit the sky, I burst ou..
Get CRACKIN' No SLACKIN'

Get CRACKIN' No SLACKIN'

A Poem by BlackRose


MOVE ALONG, GET GOING, DON'T STOP!! ALL THOSE THAT HAVE WORKED FOR SO LONG NEVER SLOW. KEEP WORKING TOO THE BONES. IS THERE ANYTHING LEFT? KEEPS THE H..
Where it's AT

Where it's AT

A Poem by BlackRose


BORN FOR THE WORLD TO SEEGROWN WITH GREATNESSHAVE THE KNACK FOR IT TAKEN WITH TALENTWHO DOESN'T KNOW METHEY CRY TO BE LIKE MESO WANTEDGLOW AS THE SUNS..