Winter Rose's blog
The Daily Masquerade
I see the sun
In your eyes,
As it changes,
Rising and setting within the pupil of disguise.
I see the night
In your soul,
As it nibbles at your emotions,
True Love's Kiss
Your cold, icy fingertips,
Pail palm,
Slender arm
Drift limply to the ground beside you
Where you have fallen.
The glass vial jumps from the frozen digits,
Clatters upon the floor,
Of Memories and Sand
Wind in my hair
Salt in the air
Sand slips through my cupped hand
Like the time of a lifespan
Where did it go?
Everything that was?
Will it ever be again?
Waves at my feet
Until You Stop
You fight with me
I cannot fight with you
You do not let me
I am no match.
You steal my words
I have none left
You degrade my being
I haven't a chance
You shoot me down
I cannnot counter
Forever
I wished I could freeze that moment forever,
That moment in you arms.
It hurts so much to know that things are changing
And I may never get a moment like this again.
I Just Want Love, But That Can't be Found With You
With fresh emotion burning in my heart
And a pen in my hand,
I do write to you
To relieve myself
Of my rapid heart palpatations.
I will tell you exactly what you have done to me:
Fire
Fire
That fire in your eyes
Used to inspire me,
Motivate me,
To do well--
As well as you.
Now
All it does to me now
Is frighten me,
Intimidate me,
And I'm scared--
The Remembrance
The soft whispers of the wind
And the rustling of the leaves
Awaken mem'ries in my soul;
Ones I refuse to let go,
And tuck safely away
In the corners of my mind
For that one rainy day
Winter Rose
Flowers are waking
Stretching out petals
Deep breaths they are taking
As springtime settles
Winter melts 'way
It never can last
But now the birds stay
'Till snow is forcast
If the Other is True
It sings through the air and hums through the trees
Do you hear it?
It vibrates through earth and pulsates through veins
Do you feel it?
What Love Is
Love is the ocean
It makes your heart float
It keeps you in motion
And will carry your note
With Love
With love,
With passion,
With everlasting devotion,
And with longing,
With patience,
With the entirety of my soul,
Do I end this indefinantly,
Till the time when we next meet,
Writers with a Purpose
Words are the paint of literature,
Pens and fingers the brushes,
To create a connection from the world to the mind,
Or the mind to the world,
For You, My Heart
I cannot bear to lose you,
Yet you threaten all my will.
I'll just let you know,
I can't let you go,
I love you far too much
You've always been in my heart,
Even long before we met.
Pretty Words
All that I can say
Are pretty words about the love
That I have never known
My heart aches for that tingling
Of the skin that you feel,