Jennifer Rose Poems

Shimmering stars reflect on the lake
Fingertips brushing the smooth surface
Water sliding down in rivulets
Pale cheeks flushed with pleasure
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In the closet
You’ll find a pair
Of bright hazel eyes
All watery and
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I am the unwanted child,
Who has grown quite wild.
To be sent off somewhere,
Or just to disappear in thin air.
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Does no one see
the broken child?
The one that shows
up Monday morning?
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We always dreaded,
the little drops of red.
From the blade of silver,
on our lover.
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Blank darkness behind closed eyes.
Thinking imagining
To fill the gaps.
Private thoughts overwhelm me.
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Gripping the hand of someone,
Asking for one last thing.
Could kill you on the inside,
Till you see them again.
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The paint brush is dipped in red,
the substance dark and thick.
A razor lay to the side,
liquid crimson dripped off.
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No longer needed
Get out
No longer loved
Hate you
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I'm not trusted at all
no more, ever.
Even my own mother,
is casting me out.
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