This is where we're going to be writing our poems I suppose. -
I guess there should be a warning, We write very dark poems most come from the heart meaning, we have felt all the pain we write about. If you came about this somehow on your own. Welcome. For those who know my facebook page, thank you for coming here. There are two of us, The Broken Poet and The Black Rose. We both sign our poems with our signature.
Also, the catagory that says Bleeding Tears is The Broken Poet's section of poems and the catagory that is Dusk Roses is obviously The Black Rose's section.
| Posted on May 13, 2017 at 12:00 AM |
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Tell me what's on your mind,
And I'll tell you how much you're on mine...
God, those eyes...
Those lips...
How do you see?
How do you taste?
Just few of the many questions I find myself asking,
Why do I even think of you?
So fondly,
So highly,
As if adoringly...
What can you see with those beautiful blue eyes?
How do you percieve the word?
Who do you see when you close your eyes looking for peace?
I've said so much,
And yet you've said so little...
How those thin lips still amaze me afer so long,
Just might be my favorite thing about you.
The way they part to speak the beautiful words you do,
That little habit you've picken up,
That little nibble on you bottom lip burns someting in me...
And yet you're still silent as I proceed on,
Are you amazed by anything about me?
Or just the fact you're on my mind that much?...
| Posted on February 26, 2017 at 9:35 PM |
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She crying in the bathroom,
Flushing her feelings down the drain,
Sitting there in the shower,
Knees to her chest,
She's replaying what happened over and over,
In her head,
She deserves what's happened,
It's her fault they'll say anyway,
She was wearing too short of a dress,
The world will think so anyway,
She's crying in the bathroom,
Sobs muffled from the water hitting all around her,
Rocking slowly to attempt to comfort,
Head's still pounding from her pleading to God for help,
But the world will think it's all her,
She was asking for it anyways,
Her choice in clothing,
Not the choice of actions to the man high off his ass,
Awaiting his next victim,
She's crying in the shower,
Bruises and welts,
Fresh new wounds,
But she was asking for it,
Her dress was too short,
Actions speak louder than words,
And her pleads for help are not a defense for this case,
But a man whom is smoking weed for his mental condition can get more time in jail,
Than a freak who decided to ruin a girls life?
What kind of world are we living in when sexual harassment and rape is looked over,
But marijuana is the thing that can get you sent to prison?
What kind of world are we living in, when a girl has had her life almost taken from her because she tried to fight back her attacker,
And yet it's her fault for the dress,
Skirt,
Or outfit she chose to wear?
What kind of world are we living in where being gay, or trans, or black, or whatever, is more terrifying walking down the street than it has ever been, and we've fought for so much, and with so many movements?
A girl, a boy, a fluid gender, trans, black, white, Hispanic, gay, straight, bisexual, lesbian,-a person is sitting in the shower, contemplating their life,
And wondering if they should swallow the pills in the cabinet, or continue on into this terrifying world we're living in.
What do you think of the world?
What if you were in their shoes?
Would swallow the pills knowing the world most likely hated you?
-The Broken Poet </3

| Posted on February 3, 2017 at 12:45 AM |
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If I could sleep forever would I dream of us?
Dancing through the night yet again? If I could sleep forever just to dream about us,
I would in a heartbeat.
But those eyes keep me up at night...
Ice,
Ice blue,
Oh, how they send shivers down my spine,
Those eyes keep driving me insane,
Just show me how well you work those lips,
You well spoken soul,
That tongue must be wanting more.
Show me how well you know your words,
Show me how well you think you know me.
Dance with me yet again, though,
Like last time there's no music.
Let's make our own,
Bodies tightly pressed agaisnt each other,
Searching for heat,
For friction,
For more...
Dance with me through the night yet again,
This time in a different mood,
Show me how well you can work those words with your tongue.
Don't lead me on, not in this dance,
Promise me you'll always be searching for more in me.
Tease with that tongue of yours,
Write our names on my spine with it,
Make me never want to wake up from this,
Make me always want to dream.
Those eyes scream lust,
That piercing ice blue must be wanting a hell of a lot more,
Than what it's already getting.
- The Broken Poet </3
| Posted on December 20, 2016 at 9:25 AM |
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The stars,
So beautiful,
I know now that I only wanna see them with you..
Alone. Laying there in the grass my mind wandering through all the memories we've had.
I was so distant, and I'm sorry that I've hurt you in any shape or form,
I'm not used to this, loving someone.
But the stars, they remind me of your eyes...
So perfect, the sky sightly still lit from the day that's slowly leaving,
I broke down your walls, expecting my own to do the same,
But it's still hard for me to open up, I'm so used to abandoment.
Will you leave if I get too hard to be with?
Will you get bored of me?
Will you hate me eventually, like everyone else?
They all get bored,
They all see who I really am...
Will you do jsut the same,
And set the sun in your eyes?
I don't have much else to say,
I attempted to open up, and I closed my eyes even harder,
Will you help me to love you?
Will you rise the sun that's setting in my eyes that have only ever shown the stars?
Do you promise to love me when you're gone,
That no matter how far away you are,
You'll always remember that you're in love with me?
I just don't want o be that onw star that ended up burning out..
I hope you understand my fear.
-The Broken Poet </3

| Posted on November 23, 2016 at 3:00 AM |
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Was inspired by the song " AsThe World Falls Down" By the late David Bowie
I have this dream, it's reoccurring, my first real dream.
The two of us dancing to old music or so,
I couldn't help but dream of you singing to me softly,
Our bodies pressed against eachother,
Almost as softly as your voice.
Our frames swaying against the music,
The beautiful music,
My eyes closed as we waltz on,
Foolish smiles on our faces.
I have this dream.
Yes a real dream,
I step on your feet, a bit more than once,
Or twice as we waltz our way through you selection of music,
You laugh sort of lightly, eyes on my blush...
As the song begins it's ending,
We start to slow our dance.
Your eyes ice blue,
On my emerald jewled eyes.
Our smiles haven't left.
Hearts beating in our ears as the song starts to drift away.
Your eyes dart to my lips, then back to my eyes,
You lightly chuckle at nothing,
"Your lips so inviting, would you ever let me kiss them?..."
You whisper, our frames still in the position of the dance.
I have this dream, I never want to wake up from.
My eyes start to widen as I nod my head unknowingly.
"Softly..." You start, leaning in,
"Slowly..."
I release the breath I didn't know I was holding in,
As your face inches closer,
"Passionately..."
The heat from your breath, making my blus grow even darker.
Such a beautiful picture,
Such a beautiful dream.
You lips so close,
"Would you let me call them mine?..."
My heart rate somehow stopped for that mere second,
The electricity of your lips on mine pulsating throughout my body.
As was said;
Softly,
Slowly,
Passionately
My lips parting, a slight taste of bitter tea on your tongue.
I melt in your arms.
My eyes always shoot open, right after the kiss ends, and you whisper
"They're mine now, after that."
I have this dream,
Every second I drift off,
Wether it be asleep or not,.
The thought of you,
The slightest thought of you,
Made my nightmares go away.
Replacing them all with this beautiful picture.
This beautiful fantasy,
Of us dancing, your lips on mine.
"As the world falls down..." The song will forever play,
As I think about those lips,
In my head,
We're always dancing, even though I cannot dance all that well,
To our own song I gave us.
"Falling... Falling in love.."
-The Broken Poet </3
| Posted on November 19, 2016 at 11:05 PM |
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He smiles down at her cup,
He always knew what he wanted,
Never knew she ever felt the same,
Nothing was working to show her.
So, he tried telling her.
It was nice having a good cuppa tea for once.
She thought he preferred coffee,
She thought he didn't want her.
A new teacup he brought her,
So happy,
This is too new.
He liked the both warm drinks,
But this was his tea,
His everything.
She needed this.
So did he,
Their own little whispers to
Each other,
Foolish smiles on their faces.
Her cup slightly rosed up as he called her name,
She's finally happy.
New cup,
Freshly brewd life,
Finally not so alone.
He makes her happy,
She only wishes she can do the same.
Her past coffee,
She thought ruined her,
A broken, cold cuppa tea,
New brew,
New cup,
New drinker of this tea,
Finally not so alone,
Finally able to share her warm tea on her lips,
Finally able to share her happy.
-The Broken Poet </3

| Posted on November 5, 2016 at 9:20 PM |
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A fan sent this in response to The Broken Poet last poem " Just a cuppa tea"
His coffee was simple,
Some sugar,
Some cream.
Simply and happily.
Her tea was demanded,
Simple to her, complicated to him.
Too much sugar, not enough cream!
All her tea does is scream to be treated kinder,
Simpler.
He tries and tries but his efforts aren't good enough.
She treats her tea harshly,
Ignores his coffee.
She never tried to make his coffee until he decided to make it himself.
His coffee was simple.
Apparently too simple to be considered important enough to try and brew.
He tried to get her tea right,
But not a sip passed her lips
. She smacked the cup out of his hands,
Tea bleeding across the ground.
"I always try you never try try harder it's all your fault you arent doing it right im not the bad guy its all your fault nit mine its yours!"
She screamed and screamed at him.
He looked at her sadly
"I did try. You just couldn't handle my simple brew. It was too much. Because you can't even brew the simple, your tea is never right. And your cup cries to be away from your foul tea, it struggles and cracks. Im sorry but I no longer have enough sugar and cream to try again..."
He picked up the broken tea cup. Dipped a finger and tasted the tea he tried to make. Simple. Happy. Gone....
His coffee in hand, his hopes in pieces, spread among the puddle of his efforts.
He looks at her one last time
"I couldn't make your tea right, because you didn't tell me how to make it right.
Why?
I believe its because you dont know how to make it either..."
He sips his coffee. Cold now.... But... bitter...?
How?
Oh...
He tried so hard to make her tea, he ran out of sugar and cream.
He had none left to make with his coffee...
Down the sink it went...
Along with the efforts he put in her tea instead of his little cup of coffee...
- *Just A Broken Fan* </3

| Posted on November 5, 2016 at 9:00 PM |
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Her lips tasted like tea, but he preferred coffee.
A biter flavor, so she switched to a more bitter tea.
Her lips, harsh and warm,
Bitter flavor of Earl Grey on her tongue.
But he liked his coffee light and sweet, quite like their first kiss.
A sweet flavor now?
She put sugar and cream in her tea this time,
Her kiss was said too sweet this time.
She's just not good enough apparently.
He doesn't seem to care,
At least not in they way she feels like she needs.
He will always prefer coffee over tea,
And she's always been a cup of tea.
Out of everything,
She tried again,
Her new little obsession someone who still preferred coffee.
Maybe they'll like her cup of tea?
She's done changing,
Done with all the difference.
He doesn't like tea at all this time around,
Perhaps she'll be okay?
Petty little coffee, won't even sip her tea,
At least the other one attempted to understand.
Coffee won't listen,
coffee won't try,
Coffee is too pathetic this time.
Tea has been through so much changing of herself,
And her surroundings.
Her cup is cracking,
Breaking, she's not okay...
He shrugs it all off, what a lovely little companion,
Doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut,
Doesn't know how to properly treat a cup like this,
Sweetly
. This mug of coffee,
Is too darkof a brew apparently,
Too bad she prefers a cavity within in her coffee...
He can't see how much she needs someone,
He can't tell how badly her cup is breaking.
Her tea is seeping out, everything is pooling away.
Her cup is now empty,
The little pieces of porcelain in cased in the pool of the light, light tea.
She couldn't take faking it anymore.
Coffee doesn't understand,
His own mug starting to crack, he's missing her?
I thought he loved to pretend like she was okay?
All she did was try to say she was hurting. But he never heard that?
He feels guilty, he feels numb.
He doesn't know what else to do but shrug this one off too.
His mug will break eventually,
Not that tea cup ever mattered anyways.
Her flavor was too sweet for a coffee brewed too dark.
-The Broken Poet </3
| Posted on November 5, 2016 at 8:35 PM |
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She isn't pretty enough,
Her makeup is too heavy she's a slut.
She isn't skinny enough,
Size zero in pants.
Her eyes are swelling up in tears,
Her fingers down her throat,
No one understands her and her feelings.
Her skin's getting pale,
Maybe even too pale?
Everyone's going to notice she isn't eating.
Her body isn't sexy,
Neither is she,
Now apparently she's too skinny.
Ribs showing through her most baggy tee.
Nothing will matter when she's nothing.
She wants to be beautiful,
To be pretty...
To be wanted...
Needed, someone save me.
Her skin is ripping from her blade,
Down she goes, shaking hands are always afraid.
Tears falling from her now sunken face,
Just the ugliest skeleton you'll never see her trace.
Down she goes,
Like the blood in the drain,
She'll be fine once she's just dead in the brain.
Down she goes,
Just like her weight,
She just wanted her body to be sexy.
Now she's about to be in her grave.
-The Broken Poet </3

| Posted on October 19, 2016 at 5:20 PM |
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You're not beautiful enough,
Those clothes don't fit you're too fat,
Stop trying so hard.Youcan't
Walk
Out
Of
The
House
LikeThat.Makeup always covering yoursef,
Creating a mask to create beauty,
Which means nothing,Since all you do is wear t-shirts and jeans.
Your hair isn't long,
Not good enough.You, stop looking at him...
He's too cute for you.You're not allowed to love,
The thoughts never stop..**The Black Rose **
| Posted on October 16, 2016 at 1:00 AM |
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| Posted on October 16, 2016 at 1:00 AM |
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| Posted on September 1, 2016 at 7:05 PM |
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Listen to me when I say these words this time,I'm nothing, I've always been just that.
The ones who decided I'm not worthy enough to have a person to call my own.They became the voices in my head,They love to tell me their opinions,They love to watch me fall apart.I'd rather not have you in the mix.
| Posted on September 1, 2016 at 4:40 AM |
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Why am I doing this?
Falling apart over the same things....
Get me away from this,
I can't stop showing up.
I keep telling myself that I'm alright,
Then I tell myself to just shut my mouth.
I'm so exhausted, I can't breath anymore.
Someone make me feel something different,
Someone tell me I'm not worthless.
I keep doing this to myself,
I should just walk away,
But I'd be cutting even deeper into my wounds
My eyes are bloodshot from all the tears,
It's still in my hands and you're sitting there without a care.
I fell apart, I normally do.
That's all I ever do.
I just want to stop feeling so worthless.
Give me a reason not to do it,
Give me a reason not to run,
Give me a reason to why I shouldn't go,
Tell me to stay if you really want me.
I'm sick of this, there's something more than just that excuse that you keep giving to me.
I just needed something to hold onto,
Something that shuts them up.
Why are they screaming at me?
They keep telling me things I already know.
"Pathetic, good for nothing little toy."
"Worthles little pawn in their game."
"You mean nothing, don't think highly of this."
I just want to be happy like I used to be,
I saw you everyday then.
I just kept to myslef,Little whispers here and there,
All our jokes every so often.
That was the happiest I've ever been.
Now look at me, I'm still crying,
Thinking about everything I've said to get me this far.
If I was gone today, would it make your tomorrow any different?
I already know the answer to that,
I don't even know why I asked...
A big N O.
-The Broken Poet </3

| Posted on August 31, 2016 at 2:15 AM |
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I watched you change into another person.
Whatever happened to the you that I lost?
You made me change,
Who made you?
Oh how I can remember the person I once was,
Oh how I can still feel your teeth bite down into my skin.
The firey blood rushing through my veins and onto your lips.
Do you still remember the taste that was once me?
Why won't you just die already?
I crave the things I cannot have all because of you.
I don't remember what it's like to have my heart beat,
Especaily that fast.
The scars of your bite are still there,
But that's the only thing I have left of you.
That night you took everything from me,
And you only replaced it with yourself.
Only decades later you decide to take that from me as well.
I'd rather have you dead than with someone else.
What if I drained them in front of you?
Your first little creation,
Killing your newest obession?
Don't you still crave my flavor?
How salty and sweet my taste was to you...
I wanna learn what they must taste like.
Imagine it all, us finally reunited.
Their blood dripping from my smirked lips, finally we could be happy.
Finally happy, our own little estate.
Few corpses here and there.
Our own little creations learning from us.
Why won't you just love me?
Don't you understand what curse you've given me?
Why won't I just waste away?
It's been decades living this meaningless darkness,
Do you remember the taste of my everything?
Oh how I remember how your tongue used to explore me just to hear my wimpers for your bite.
Do you not miss me?
Is your new little obession enough for you,
Or will you just leave her wanting more too?
-The Broken Poet </3

| Posted on August 19, 2016 at 3:55 AM |
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Two months I was alone,
Two months they screamed at me.
So I'm worthless yeah?
A waste of yime,
A waste of space,
A waste of money.
I'm just a waste apparently.
Two months of this,
Everyday there's a problem,
Maybe it's just me?
Maybe I'm the one that's temporary,
Not my mind and how it's rotting.
I know what I am,
I know you know,
You don't have to remind me everyday.
I've accepted it all,
But I'm a watse that's also worthless
What a mouthful, how do you all scream it so often?
You can't see it can you?
How much I need to be there?
You can't see it can you?
How much I need these people,
How much I need all of them?
Why can't you see it's all coming back?
Can't you see in my eyes how broken I still think I am?
Why can't you see, it all never left?
I'm just like how I was, my mind still screams at me.
I have all of these questions, just beat the answers into me.
I cannot keep doing this.
I'm so sick of being the problem,
The mistake,
The failure,
Worthless,
A waste of space,
A waste of an existence.
I'm just sick of being me. And you not seeing, how much I need them all.
At least they all don't remind me how much of an issue I am...
-The Broken Poet </3
| Posted on July 7, 2016 at 1:10 AM |
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Seeing their face,
Everywhere I go,
I'm sick of this feeling,
Maybe I'm better off
Alone.
Hearing their name gets me sick to my stomach,
Seeing you together sets me haywire.
What happens when a pretty face just isn't
Enough?
What happens when their heart shows through the
Bluff?
I can't see the future but maybe you can,
What'll happen when you realize that they might not be enough?
Do you kiss their lips thinking about mine?
Do you kiss my lips thinking about theirs?
I'm sick of feeling this way,
I'm better off completely alone,
Why can't you see that you're killing me?
I just think I'm better off alone.
I'm back to these thoughts,
The worthless,
The not.
The jealousy that's pumping through my veins just might be driving me
Insane.
Someone take me away from this game.
I'd kill just to be numb for a second,
I'd kill just to be yours.
And you,
Mine...
Just mine
In return.
-The Broken Poet </3

| Posted on July 6, 2016 at 2:55 AM |
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