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Shannon Rose Apr 2015
A casual smile is scary
Unsure of the moment I wanted to seem coy
Looking through dark leaves

They see me once more
this is okay

Unfolding pages of our folded selves
I easily unwrapped pages and poured wine

I Stood into the light and watched them blow rings around the moon
He stood slicked back as his body pooled into his car a certain kind of blackness
Dancing on our shadows of doubt and immediate relief
It was apparent this was a shot to the Trail
and I was gone
Meeting a couple by Trakas Trail (PV) in the night. They were in their early twenties and they were shooting their bee bee gun at signs.  I had a fun time chatting with them.
Shannon Rose Mar 2015
Like a poem made for devils
like a hanging tear that begs to halt until forgiven

The soured lips
the sun sipped mouths
scratch print to a sea of grass
Its sun tipped and drowned into everyone

The warp and the fast paced move.
Eyes will sound asleep into the blur
Shannon Rose Mar 2015
It's midnight
The blend of bad and wrong isn't tight
The cloth that I shield my eyes with is white
and I kiss you hard

Seductive to a length leaving me, blank.
Raunchy, but soft
My doubts should be stored in loft
But you're so sure I cant stop


Like a web crawled in my body
Leaving me hinged for one more kiss
I collapse like cards, I collapse into you
I star gaze into our night, black and blue

It was beautiful
Dark Kisses
Shannon Rose Mar 2015
The howl for freedom is  preserved

The glass bird can splinter at any moment
The thick leash is obliged by humanity
(Freedom is payed for but not owned.)

Empty. Unsatisfied. Scared. Self consciouss.
The light will manifest on a rich man's golden tooth, not in your heart
The pressure to be someone is killing you inside
The rusting mold tool is worn down
Publicity is the one to blame.

The freedom of our minds
Our soul
Our body
Our heart
Our thoughts

This mini universe inside of us.
Has been scrambled at birth.

We live in a touched world where few are touched
These freedoms are no longer thought of as your own
Self Love is crashing.
Self hatred is green.
What do we own if we don't own ourselves?

Say what you feel; open
Then everything will become free
Don't ever hold back
Shannon Rose Mar 2015
Dim
The worrisome grin was long before gone
Her eyes were over her head at dawn
The light was alive in belief she'd love him

it was true her eyes saw a light ....
Love-It was for the first time, she felt him
But the dark came and midnight arose
She was the only one to blame

She was blinded by noise
Captured by fear, the dark would never leave


She was to afraid
The ring was left by his door in the morning dusk so dim
She would've loved him
what? Im feeling love, but I don't know where I love. Im lost in my heart and my head, but I can feel like something good will come, soon.
Shannon Rose Feb 2015
Sublime blues
Midnight moon light
The hym of the abyss can find you.
(The siren calls for her prey tonight)


It was only  sinful lust
A robustly thick waist
A jar to slip blood.
She slips into fear of what she's done
(She dips her leg into water)

The water puffs black
The ripples are pacing quicker
A hiss is what she hears
(The night grows larger)

Her dark brown eyes form tears, chaos is here
She feels wrapped in a deformed arm
The panic wakes
The slick hands searches for her body
(The price she must pay)

She turns and prays
The scratch is so excruciating
She screeches 'save me lord'
The hand searches again
(The siren Digs in to take her down)

Her eyes will reflect the darkness
She screams for mercy
She begs for life
The hand hold her ankle and drags her
(She is drowning)

The kelp tangles her in darkness
Bubbles fall from her shaking lips
Her limbs are a stone blue
It was only a sinful lust
(She is slipping )

The fish tail wraps her body into an ocean cascade
Shells and pearl ornaments
The sea creature takes her soul and builds it with strength
(Her life is dieing but her eyes are changing)

She is no longer human
The sea has changed her vision
The siren hummed her to awake
She did not

The night of the frozen
The night of the mysterious
The night of the darkness

Her eyes awoke, finally
She startled the sirens to her
Piercing blue eyes

Eyes of the ocean sublime blue
I don't know but I thinking about starting a mermaid series. I love the idea of a sailor intrigued by the love of mystery and fleeting romance. This was not love it was more of letting go of your fear and setbacks and letting time wake you up to see what you believe in- through your own eyes.
Shannon Rose Feb 2015
Like speakisies
And wedding trees
Take me somewhere
Someplace hidden along your chest

Chimney puffs go round and round
Building signals ride along rigs
And pull at eachothers necks

Dim lit windows and wonder
Bleeding birds won't carry you tonight

Hynotize your lips I'm bringing company to settle this explosion

I'm dreaming up an eight wonder
It respects what you are
And needs to hear your noise

I can dream of a place you would call me for you
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