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ibleedpoetry — Short Poems by Andrea Rose
Published: 2003-05-15 08:47:00 +0000 UTC; Views: 1110; Favourites: 11; Downloads: 27
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On A Shot GlassYou sitting, typing, telling, living,
Perhaps cheating.
Me sitting, writing, telling, dying,
Perhaps losing.
Actions suck, words swallow.
Artificial
Don’t investigate my appearance.
I never use “pretty” in my résumé for life.
The appeal of sex
Should not overrule smarts
When you’re looking for soul mates.
I don’t care
If the apple looks good
When the inside is rotten.
It still tastes artificial.
Self Portrait
A unique
Soul
Will use
The Time
To Acknowledge
That
One needs
The entire lot
Of Individual
Brushstrokes
To Create
The Final
Painting
Potential Fall
I was on the edge
When I realized
If I slipped
You would not
Attempt to catch me
And that’s
All I needed to know
To let
My lover go.
The Green Tradition
Spoiled green tongues
Call out through their salivating death
To hoard our every breath.
Yet how can they dispose
Admonition when their eternity lies
On the terms their lawyers advise?
Sexual Apology
I’m sorry to say
I love carnal Springs
When dewy kisses
Paint my skin
And purge those feelings
Deep within
When loving hearts will sing.
Back For Happiness
After mom returned to work,
She gave happiness a
Chance again.
I could tell by the lack
Of guilty blue wafting
In her irises
When she told me about
A phone call she answered
From a man
Named Harry Butt.
Promiscuity
Raw is best, so when you
reach for love make sure
to fondle its better parts
till the glistening newness
fades into memory
and you need to burn
the beds of thirteen maidens
to get an ounce
of the passion
you had with
your one and only beauty.
Yesterday
I love Him,
But
He says he
Doesn’t anymore…
Without words…
Never did.
But
Yesterday
He came
So close
That
I was red
For
An hour.
It\'s Been Months
Five has gone
Six has come
But only I
Wish
It was still
One
Persecution
Mama doesn’t approve of my mind
She says my innocence is hard to find
So now I’m convicted without a crime.
To know my heart and defy delusion
Yet ignore the hate for elocution
Is the full purpose of this persecution.
Bullshit
Allow me to give you one gift,
A congratulations on your hypocrisy.
For you take what is wrong
And persuade it
Into believing
Nothing is anything,
And you take what is right
And make it wrong
Just by touching it.
You can receive your prize in the field
Between the grass and the flies.
A Blessing of Tears
Cry injustice
But of the world.
Cry defiance
But of the odds.
Cry retention
But of the love.
Cry conviction
But of the mind.
Cry in silence
But of the hate.
Cry for the world,
But the world will not cry for you,
You are its tears.
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Comments: 9
HI! i'd like to formally ask you if i could borrow 2 of your poems for a project i am doing in my English class at school. i will give you all the credit, but the two i'd like to borrow are- Self Portrait, and A Blessing Of Tears.
um, thanks i guess... i don't know if you care at all, but they're cool- i like them!
-always
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superb poems.
id say i liked on a shot glas, and self portrait,
and the simple words of its been months
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Great Poetry..My favorite was Potential Fall..Go Andrea!!..lol..
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It's been said and I'll say it again. Great work, as usual. Many writers flourish on one specific emotion, but this collection (and the ranges of your other stuff up on deviant art) prove you can deal with them all and do them all justice. Awesome.
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I personally like sexual apology & artificial the best. lovely work yet again.
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.. Incredible writing. It's no surprise you're well aware of it's quick punch. You know what you're doing. Despite the hour, despite my fatigue, despite the cacophony, this deserves a proper critique, and thus shall follow:
On a shot glass
This came in the form of a shotgun blast, and I fall to pieces. Your depiction of a struggle and defeat is bitter. Your metaphor for the words " Suck " and " swallow " is ingenious. Absolutely ingenious.
Artificial
Seems as some kind of warning, or heads up. Alternatively, (I adore alternatives with poetry) it could even be an epiphany of the self. That's what makes this great; I feel it works geniusely on both sides of the proverbial spectrum.
Self Portrait
Precisely. Every experience is necessary, and thus useful to those with an open mind as well as an open heart. Incredible wording. Another whip lash of reality. Beauty and ugliness are equally important, defining eachother, and ultimately defining that final painting.
Potential Fall
Sounds like this lover wasn't even a necessary stepping stone. It takes two to tango, and if a relationship is going to be nothing more than a match of jousting, then it isn't worth it. You're right. I wouldn't even step into the depths of guilt with this, for your awareness of possibly falling is responsible enough. Furthermore, the dawning of this lover not being there for you must have been a wayward event in itself. It's no surprise you're a poet.
The Green Tradition
A most apt title. Considering the word " Tradition " is part of the title, this gives me the vibe of it being a lashing toward a certain class of people. I could be wrong, but this was delivered perfectly at any rate.
Sexual Apology
Hm, it seems that not every time with sexual matters life is created or emotions are lifted, but death blooms and feelings are laid to waste. Great usage of a metaphor in the beginning.
Back for Happiness
Of all the things this could mean. It seems some adults spiral into a false reality masked by a good decision they follow. Tragic, but then again everyone lives their lives equipped with only what they know. Your writing hasn't lost it's stamina at all ...
Promiscuity
There's two types of love. The state of mind, and the thing everyone seems to chase after. If state of mind is the name of the game, then it's a matter of memory just as you've stated. When it withers and erodes, all you have are those memories to defeat yourself with and move forward in the relationship.
Yesterday
Considering the title, and the use of the same word in the writing, I'm greeted with nostalgia after reading the lover's feelings weren't mutual. It's kind of funny how the bond of love between two people can turn sour for one after the other cuts the chord. They don't realize the circuitry becomes static for the one left to burn.
It's Been Months
Heh, if only you knew what level that use of numerology appeals to me. In any case, that's irrelevant, but this is quite a depiction on a hopeful wish if I ever saw one. Incredible wording ..
Persecution
Geeze, the rhyming only strengthened it. There just isn't a better title for this. You aren't alone with feeling like a heretic in the eyes of others. Such is the price of brilliance? Who knows, but History taught us many things. This was truly great.
Bullshit
Man, the ending was perfect. If I was slapped in the face with that, my cheek would be numb for the rest of my life. This stings, but it's delivered powerfully. You couldn't be more right, hypocrisy deserves the biggest pile of shit for the assholes it sculpts.
A Blessing of Tears
.. Immensely moving. I think you've chronicaled a chapter of my youth with bittersweet accuracy. Sick and tired of looking inward, blaming what's outward, but there's nothing to gain. There is no solution. You just Be. Believing in a solution, or believing it's wrong is futile. You sink in your own quicksand. It's a trick of the mind. Ultimately, in other words, I suppose you just drop it all together. Exist somewhere else. This was tragically beautiful. Powerful writing ..
All things considered, in the least I hope I wasn't too far off from the tree with offering my thoughts on these. It's late, I'm tired, and I'm incredibly moved with inspiration. Poetry like this doesn't just turn from the corner. You get a congratulations from me.
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Ok you are the ultimate!
Potential Fall - this is the most impacting thing ive ever read, maybe thats just because of my current situation, but nevertheless this is awesome poetry!
Instant Fav!
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