Dark red rose of sorrow,
You washed my heart with your soft velvet liquid pain.
My heart wants to care for you,
Your thorns trespass my flesh
telling me to find another way.
I insist and dive into your secretive
silk labyrinth, smelling the bitter
sensation of your pleasurable affair.
Why cavernous rose, why open your petals flourishing your poison inside the chambers of my mind?
Why instilling doubts on my restful soul, robing energy to create love lies, bleeding dense uncertainty as to overpower my dormant desire of truth. Me and you now, inseparable
venom. We can bleed together till one of us win the battle and dances on top of the dead remnants of the other.
Only then we can rest in the arms of our mother peace.
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This is a super write, I do hope though that the rose blossoms into its full and wondrous beauty.
The rose of sorrow serves its porpoise of questioning about my past life experiences. Things that happens and serves as learning through life process. I sometimes choose to be somber just to know the feeling of it. Thanks for reading. Much appreciated.
OBRIGADO MALU ~ In this life the flesh (In my case nubile PINK Roses !) always wars with the Spirit ~ the trouble is (with me like you) the more I desire to kiss and lick those Pink Petals the harder it is to resist ! Thanks fo caring and sharing Abrajos e Beijos de seu Irmao BRIAN XOXOX ~ O ESPIRITO DO DEUS VIVO ~ CAI DE NOVO EM MIM !
You are too cute brother Brian. If you get too cute close to me I will pinch your cheeks. I'm questioning myself and it causes some revolution inside me. If my mother was alive she would say; Lucia, you are looking for horns on a horse's head. Haha 😂
I do hope, Malu, that this wonderfully written poem exists only in your imagination! It is dark and sensuous. I like the line 'We can bleed together till one of us wins the battle', only question is if the battle was worth it?
Well Fred, I\'m to the point that I\'m Jack the happy but I need to go back and question some things from my past. To get deeper I need to burie myself in the dark caves of my past to undress one more layers or just to question it. I\'m not happy or unhappy about it but need to stir some drama to make it more interesting. Thanks for reading. Thanks for your constant support.
I'm the Chairperson of: 'Nothing-too-hot-escapes-my-notice-so-I-can-avoid-swoons' Committee! But now Brian's comment made me swoon! lol. A fine write Malu.
It may sound sexy but it is not. It is my romantic language that makes it sexy. You are welcome to swoon anytime. Your visit is much appreciated.
Great write, Malu! What a beautifully written poem! It's sad but at the end gives way for peace. A pleasure to read!
Thanks my dear. Glad you like it. I'm trying to make it interesting for the reader. And easy to understand.
Malu your gift for writing comes through each line in this verse to the rose of sorrow -- an engaging read.
Thanks dear Fay. A soft dark read. I think you guys going to see for of my dark side now. I'm going for it. Confronting personalities inside me. An interior revolution.
I've returned to this a couple of times and it gets even better with each read - super work Malu.
Thanks Michael. I rumbled accept the comments coming from a master. To have you reading my writing more than once is delightful.
Sometimes we have to get right with our past to move forward into the future. Great piece and the graphic is incredible.
Thank you LG. Just questioning. It is like when you know that the door is there but you proposital doubt if it is really there. Looking in between empty spaces to find contents.
And we always seek the answers. I am still working on the questions.
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This one got me. I don't think anybody going to win the battle, but rather both bleed to die. So painful.
Sorry dear. It is going to be sad now. Just a bit.
oooh such pain and anguish ! where is the love ? love doesn't dance upon the dead remnants of another...
ouch...... what a week this is turning out to be......
upside down world - am i hopping about on my head - no wonder nothing makes sense.
My dear Dusk, this is love too. Even though you can not recognize it, it is the kind of love that is rare. Love for the spiritual work. Love for understanding an inner side that is invisible to the eyes. Once I said that love does not teach you everything. Some things are learned with pain. Do not complain because I even gave some soft words to tone down the darkness of this writing. I'm still the same sweet Malu but I need to go layers below sweetness to contact some knowledge to understand world better. Sorry.
Love the writing I could feel the struggle , great write ,very introspective
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