Roserade's Writings
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On most days,
I will reach out to Sister Water,
and I will ask her,
"Please bring me to an under
standing...
Who am I, without Her,
without All?"
On most days,
she will run her silky hand down my side,
nuzzle her chin into my burdened shoulder,
and reply
(with her whispered sweet nothings of)
"Fret not, Love,
love will find you soon -
and the Wondrous Sea you actively wander
will reflect your
True Self
sooner than you'll know."
On most days,
my hand will fitfully lift to cradle her own,
and longingly continue I,
"Sweet Sister, pray tell,
when will I be certain
that my True Self is
true after all?"
On most days,
her lush lips will peck my cheek
as she falls into lustrous silence.
Then,
the two of us will
linger,
wordlessly loving... but while I take comfort,
my understanding
fails me further.
Today,
I reached for my Sister Water once more,
and while I asked and met her body,
she gave me
no response
at all,
opting to silently twirl my hair instead.
I wonder now
if my True Self is already reflecting,
or if my Reflection
was always a lie.
Someday,
I will teach Sister Water
to swing or waltz, and maybe then
I will finally
fruitfully
understand.
On most days,
I will reach out to Sister Water,
and I will ask her,
"Please bring me to an under
standing...
Who am I, without Her,
without All?"
On most days,
she will run her silky hand down my side,
nuzzle her chin into my burdened shoulder,
and reply
(with her whispered sweet nothings of)
"Fret not, Love,
love will find you soon -
and the Wondrous Sea you actively wander
will reflect your
True Self
sooner than you'll know."
On most days,
my hand will fitfully lift to cradle her own,
and longingly continue I,
"Sweet Sister, pray tell,
when will I be certain
that my True Self is
true after all?"
On most days,
her lush lips will peck my cheek
as she falls into lustrous silence.
Then,
the two of us will
linger,
wordlessly loving... but while I take comfort,
my understanding
fails me further.
Today,
I reached for my Sister Water once more,
and while I asked and met her body,
she gave me
no response
at all,
opting to silently twirl my hair instead.
I wonder now
if my True Self is already reflecting,
or if my Reflection
was always a lie.
Someday,
I will teach Sister Water
to swing or waltz, and maybe then
I will finally
fruitfully
understand.
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As you've probably noticed if you've seen this thread before, all of the formatting for my pieces broke during the transition from SMF to here. I'll get to work on reformatting them someday, because how I format my poetry is one of the most important parts to me, but enjoy reading them without all of those crazy line breaks in the meantime.
Koopa con Carne
call me Hot Lips, 'cause i'm a one-shot wonder
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Please post more writings some day. It's astonishing how precocious your talent is, considering you're barely over 18.
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Wow, thank you so much for the post. Truthfully, I forgot that I had this thread, and I would love to start posting here again
My hopes to reformat the previous poems are moot by now, but I definitely have images and screenshots of other poems I can share, so we can kick off with that right now!
Over the course of October, I set to work on hosting Poemtober, an event for poets to connect and respond to daily prompts. Every prompt was a simple one-to-three word spark, and I found it to be really inspiring for myself to work with it. So with that being said, here's my favorite poem I wrote during the event, "Dripping"
My hopes to reformat the previous poems are moot by now, but I definitely have images and screenshots of other poems I can share, so we can kick off with that right now!
Over the course of October, I set to work on hosting Poemtober, an event for poets to connect and respond to daily prompts. Every prompt was a simple one-to-three word spark, and I found it to be really inspiring for myself to work with it. So with that being said, here's my favorite poem I wrote during the event, "Dripping"
Koopa con Carne
call me Hot Lips, 'cause i'm a one-shot wonder
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D'aww, what an adorable way to portray man as a fierce and unrelenting machine who works against nature's designs. Good work and thank you for coming back.