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The Black Rose Of Poetry

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[11 Nov 2005|09:56am]

[ mood | amused ]
[ music | The Used - I Caught Fire ]

I have had the worst case of writers block as of like the past 2 months or sumthin like that. I guess cause im not as sad and depressed as i used to be, so I'm having trouble finding inspiration............Plz Help!

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i'm to blame [05 Nov 2005|09:47pm]
[ mood | calm ]
[ music | control-puddle of mud ]

somehow i'm strong
you said it must mean something
if i'm still alive
you said i'm smart
and i'll excell in life

but i'm weaken
i can't control my own pain
i can't see clearly
when i'm in this distorted scene
the sharp edges are,then, my friends

to control the emotional
somehow the physical pain
was never enough

the blood which i saw
spew from me
only provoked me
my anger
my weakness
i'm afraid you haven't
understood what i've said

tomorrow may never
become of me
i'm sorry
for causing such pain
i'd stop if you'd like

i'd understand that you too
couldn't control my anger
but it's towards me

it's my fault
your hurting now
it's my fault
my pain somehow converted to you
it's my fault
my death was too much
i'm sorry once again
but you can't hear me
i've slain the dragon of me
i hope

my heart still beats
so i can't be totally gone
i can't disappear can i
i'm sorry i'm alone
i'm sorry you've inherited
my emotioal distress

P.S this poem is me blaming myself for my parents mistakes there's more to it but i'm not sure what yet

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[05 Nov 2005|09:43pm]
i'm 16 and been writing for about ten years ( since i learn how to spell and write)
most of the things i write are true and come from a place
i joined this site to meet new people and to meet people who understand where i'm
coming from also i'm in the process of being published
i hope you like my poem

A Loss Of Purpose (I Let Myself Go Remix) [24 Oct 2005|03:56pm]

His hand slipped out of mine late last night
And I panicked.

I sat up in bed and looked at him in the

(I wanted this; his bulging insecurities
And his vocal gravel and every cell in place.)

His wet hair and his sleeping veins
And every word silenced as usual

By our basic needs. We used to live
Our lives, a long time ago.

(My life was a continuous series of
Roads leading back to the beginning
And singular emotions trapped within the
Organs of his body; I let myself go one night
And I haven't been back since.)

We used to go see movies at the Paramount.
Now we just eat and sleep and fuck all the time.

(I pretend not to notice)

As a matter of fact, we fuck a lot these days.
It isn't as though we have anything better to do.

(The fuckstain widening on the mattress.)

Disciples Of Boredom [18 Sep 2005|02:46am]

I followed the blood
To the woods
And there it became the shadow

Of a man long dead.

And his eyes were made of fire.
And his soul was made of anger.
And even god didn’t dare to unlock

His secrets.

And in his church sat
The empty people.
The disciples of boredom.

The martyrs of absolute

Silence in the halls of one man
Angry enough to kill a boy who
Spoke his name to a relative.

Things will not be christened

By he who is the
Opposite of

[18 Sep 2005|02:43am]

My name is Se7en Black. I'm 20 years old, I live in Hell, and I've been writing for several years now. That's all for this entry.

[12 Sep 2005|07:04pm]

[ mood | blah ]

Alice not so in love

by Jessica Light

Romantic Fake
a lying heart
hold me close
I fall apart
a burning touch
as sadness tears
through me soul
just not fair
love so great
plus none to give
hallows out
this heart of fears
my cards i play
none to smart
a joker and
a queen of hearts
switch it up
find the match
hidden in
the cabbage patch
read the story
know the end
there is no start
where to begin
like Alice through
the looking glass
the walrus called
the hatter mad
no sense to this
no sense to that
win the race
forget the path
no sense makes love
confusion's friend
slow down
here we go again.
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[22 Jul 2005|11:51am]

[ mood | content ]
[ music | Girl all the Bad guys want - Bowling for Soup ]

Everything you think I'm not

by Jessica Light

Your words are equal to my blades,
they cut me just as deep.
It doesn't matter I won't break,
My pain inside I'll keep.
I wish you would accept me
for who I really am.
You'll never understand me
till you give me a chance.
I'm really no so evil
as you would like to think.
I love kids, and make good grades,
and Sprite's my choice drink.
You judge me cause I'm outspoken,
And black is what I wear.
Or maybe it was the piercings
or the red streak in my dark hair.
If you really took the time
then maybe you would see,
Everything you think I'm not,
Is what I want to be.

Sumthin Inside

by Jessica Light

My inner beauty no one sees
Deep within it's hide and seek.
Try and find it, now you won’t.
You can’t see, cause I won’t show
Shallow is your beating heart.
Dead to meaning, dead to start
Black where crimson blood should flow.
False the feelings that you show.
Assumptions that you make by night
Said to me until I cry.
My soul it breaks because of you.
What can I say? What can I do?
They say it is because you care.
That's Bullsh*t! You don’t want me there.
I'm a burden, I'm a flaw!
I'm the little "know-it-all"!
You can’t stand the things I do.
I'm this way because of you.
I will not lie anymore
I've opened up so many doors.
Finally, meaning I have found
You tried to stomp it in the ground.
You always tell me that I'm wrong.
Good-bye now. It won’t be long.

Everyone please tell me what you think. Constructive critisism is welcome as well.
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Intro [08 Jul 2005|06:45pm]

[ mood | cheerful ]
[ music | "American Idiot" by Green Day ]

My name is Briana and I'm 15 years old. I hail from Saginaw, MI and I live a fairly dramatic life. Mom = unemployment for 2 years. Living situation = 2 gay men, mom, 5 cats, ferret in a 3 bedroom house on the bad side of town. I've been writing for about 5 years now. I write about as often as I breathe - its been the only thing that's kept what lil sanity I have left. I'm working on writing more uplifting poetry but...its not going to well. haha. So...yeah, there's my introduction.

If I left anything out or there's something you want to know, just let me know.



Walking Contradiction [08 Jul 2005|05:04pm]

[ mood | creative ]

Walking Contradiction

by Jessica Light

Your angry words
they slowly kill.
Your painful stares
they're all I feel.
Face to face
you contradict,
A puzzle piece
that just wont fit.
A scream so loud
that isn't heard.
A speech that's said
in just one word.
Old as time
but still so young.
Singing tunes
that are left unsung.
A mighty gale,
no leaf was stirred.
Asking of problems
with no concern
a rainbow shines
when no rain falls
I've tried to hide
and still I call.
Hidden in the open,
lighting up the dark,
holding on to nothing
waiting for the spark,
to start a fire
that makes me cold
to hold on to my everything
that to someone else I've sold.
I look up at the sky
and see the stars upon the ground.
You're standing right in front of me.
You're nowhere to be found.
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