Biography of Rose Bean
My Name is Rose Mary. I am a Cross Country runner, its my life for now. i love to play/watch basketball. I am a pretty athletic person. So if you knew me i guess you could never see me as a writer. but its what i do, its how i straightin out my life. I've been writing since i was in 7th grade one day i just picked up a pen and went with how i felt. I've kept jurnals since.. there was a time where i stoped and didnt have the motvation to pick up a pen and do my thing, but once i found out what ive been missing, i havent stoped since. i feed off cridicizum(how ever you spell it) so leave me comments. i will definayly comment back. beacuse i like to check out what else is out there and how different other poets writing are than mine. Let me know what you think.
Rose Bean Poems
Last… Everything feels like it should finish last… That it should just for fit. How can you end what’s in the past?
Strength.. what would we be without it? Would it be worth seein' the day? Every night, in every way?
It Will Never Be
Iv'e caved.. I have given up, you have weakened me. I don't want to get up and have you see, me- not like this.
We'Re Only Human..
Why do we create such negative atmosphere’s? So much of it.. that we find the littlest things to fear. Why do we try to hold so close to us what seems so dear? Even if it’s wrong, we can't seem to let go..
I'M Still Sittin’ Up Here, Thinkin’ A Th...
Man oh man, what do you do, what do you do.. when your still here.. thinkin of this world today?
Just Sittin’ Up Here Thinkin’ A The Worl...
Man I'm sittin' here.. thinkin of the world today, thinkin' of what card I should play.. wonderin what your supose to do threw out the day.
Sittin’ Up Here Thinkin’ A Da World Toda...
*sighzz... What of the world today? What about the world tomorrow? What about the world when it’s all filled with sorrow?
It Will Never Be
I have given up, you have weakened me.
I don't want to get up and have you see, me-
not like this.
Where you can see every bone in my body
where you can see straight threw my soul.
My very open, naked-soul.
That wasn't the goal.
The goal was to be together