Rose Stress Poems

All are lunatics, but he who analyses his delusion 
is called a philosopher.” Ambrose Bierce

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The whistling kettle calls to me.
Telling me it's time for tea
I grab my Tinkerbell mug off the shelf
As I try to decide what to have...

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I- I learned so many lessons from your
N- negligent neglection of my rose petal heart 
D- Do you ever think about anyone except yourself? I...

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Faceless head of coal
Below him arms swing legs steam
Over the apex of a highway bridge

The spooky figure
Cross-country skis on the concrete
Glides right to left across...

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I latest piece is too long the poem section - so it's in "Short Stories." 

It's called "rose, bud and thorn" I could shorten it...

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Life has ne'er? been soft to my sensations
Intensely kind was none in relations
Looking buses for suicide on stations
Yearning heart wanting someone's temptations

Remembering my past burns...

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Fiery stony surface captured route,
               Of long awaited purr of massage,
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humble observer
as the world
spins
around me

i step
in and out
to readjust
my focus

it’s a fine balance
as i walk
the tightrope
of sanity

i hold on preciously 
to the delicate flower
that is...

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In clutch of loneliness she wasn’t alone
For grief always readily came along
When her happy path destined for love
Detoured sadly to lovelorn mirage.

He was an affluent...

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In the static snarling evening traffic,
when in jam I get perennially stuck,
my tense senses get so very sick, 
that’s what sucks.

When I bear with people...

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She's the look of a hothouse flower;
She seems to be losing power-
Like a rose in need of summer shower!
Like a bird retreating to summer bower!

Hair...

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My mind is...
Living through a blue fog 
Falling down an abyss
A video game world
Simulation of life
Insecurities
Every mirror is a microscope
Tragic monologue
Unfinished screenplay
Fear of a smile...

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We all think he is strong

but he is crumbling
from the things he can't discuss.

His smile is actually his tears,
invisible to your eyes -
drowning him inside.

He...

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Sometimes I feel like
A wilted rose, pressed between
Pages in a book....

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R-elieve the stress and sorrow,
O-pen your mind to much mirth;
S-imply endure the pain,
E-ven the tension on earth.

Topic: Birthday of Rose Buyain (April 27)
Form: Acrostic Quatrain...

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