Biography of Rose Kirby
I'm just an ordinary person, I guess. I'm nothing special. I suppose I'm a bit of a mis-shape, to quote Pulp. I'm not very old, or very wise, but I try to write from the heart (except from 'Dancing' which is mostly imagination - I'm 13!) . I try to stick up for myself in written words to make up for me being so flipping quiet otherwise. Poetry and songwriting are what takes up most of my life. I'm originally from the North-west of England, but my family moved to the South-west of scotland when I was 10, so I'm now living in the middle of nowhere, for my sins.
Rose Kirby Poems
What It Is To Care.
Kiss the emptiness, Hold nothingness for comfort, Need no one but you.
Moving on to pastures new Found my self tangled in strangers twine And counting all the folk I knew A grand total of none
Clear Bottle Green
I walk to you, eyes deep dark holes Leading me to forbidden lands Oh. Thirsting for you to hold me tight Just me and you all alone all night, and
Twists And Turns And Smiles And Lies
Twist, twist, twist….. Ignore the feeling in your head, Make your way towards the door,
Save me. How can I, Save myself? There’s nowhere,
First Heartbreak (?)
There’s no way that I could jump straight out of what we had I wasn’t just some teenage mutant ninja fad You know I cared about the so called real love we had It would still be there if you weren’t a scum-bag
As I watch you rise from your bed, I wonder if mind reading is overrated. Because right now I don’t want to know what you thought about last night, I just want to know you’re not sad.
Jet And Ivory
If it was the other way round, would anyone care? If you were the sad ones, would I be weird for being happy? If I was the contented and serene one, would you make fun of me? Because I don’t feel things like you do?
What It Is To Care.
Kiss the emptiness,
Hold nothingness for comfort,
Need no one but you.
Kiss the cold ether,
That surrounds you in a mist,
Keep the innocence.
Kiss the lifeless cold,