Roses Are Red -------------------------------------------
Roses are red
Like the color
Of the glossy
On your luscious lips.
Like the fiery
And their tips.
Like the color
of your blood
As it pours
Out from your arm.
Like the firey
Thatís kept you
Your lips are
In a charcoal
And your cozy
Is no longer
Roses are red
But this one
great job here ... it flaws well.. i love it .. and the change in the middle of the writing gave me the reason to put it on my favorite list i lov e.. it .. very choice of words... ilove it great job ! peace and love and keep on writng take care! victor!
I just checked on of my friend's profile and she got this piece as her favs so i was just curious on what it was about.
To me when i read the title two things came to mind; Aqua song and the saying "roses are red and violets are blue"
Your piece was particularly captivating and twisting although we would of known something like this was going to happen but still the way you put it and the made it flow throughout was great. I really enjoyed reading it line after line.
I don't really agree with your blood bleeds as black as night. I was thinking more after the blood has dripped it usually starts decaying and then it turns black but other than that...the only time i think people use blood as black is to symbolize this impurity in that person dripping out for the world to see what is inside that person. Just a thought.
Still great write...It really amazed me and i enjoyed it.
I am definately drawn to this piece. I am guessing that this was a piece about someone who wasa cutter and what types of things they enjoyed and now they are dead from the last time they sliced the skin and now all of mourning is what is left. I am thinking though that this person turned to hate only and they will not change the morbid inside of their soul... I myself think that the last lines just wish that I wish I knew the true emotions of this piece and maybe this was a close friend and now you two are friends no longer... "Youíve changed And won't Look back Roses are red But this one Is black." I can relate to this piece towards a friend of mind... but is now 6 feet under the ground... well actually she was cremated... but anyways... I know that the pain is hard to bear with. Did this person turn goth/satanist... or are they dead? because this piece can go either way... Overall fantastic piece... Definately a Favorite...
How is it that 7 people viewed this and only 1 commented? I thought this was an excellent piece. At first sight with the short sentences and how it started off with "roses are red", I thought this was gonna be a simple- minded poem. But this one took some work and I commend you on it. Keep it up oh talented one.
This is great, you got kinda the same feel as my writing "When A Red Rose Turns Black" so i can relate, Youíve changed And won't Look back Roses are red But this one Is black. This is my fav. line b/c it kinda says the way i feel sometimes, good write i hope i get to read more from you