Rose Brooks

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Let's see where to start..... I have been called a poet but most like weird. I'm not you typical girl, like doing things differently and don't have reasons for it. I'm not sure what to all write here, so I guess really if you want to know more, just message, I'm not that scary.
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Stranded in this place between the worlds
I write this for those who might find it
My story in a way that makes a dull life
Seem like that of a hero
Starting at the beginning would be but logical
The tragic of my life I can not recall
Only way for me to know is through stories told my parents
And pictures taken of myself and the non-remembered
Here I state all that I know
Having to leave those she loves
I have had to move four times
With the possibly of yet another time
Most all great grandparents have move from this world to the next
And one grandparent has left because of evil
Due to suppression, my life as I remember has been only good
Full of love and laughter and all that is happy
Depression and suicide have been thrown away from remembrance
I do things for reasons I do not know
As well I struggle with my true intelligence and that the world wants
Beauty and love has been given as presents at birth
And dad’s little girl has been placed on my head
My only outlet for emotions is the noise created by artists
Conflicts between who I am and who the world wants me to be
Has always been, still is, and will never cease
Now I leave this story unfinished and hanging
For the reason that life has not ended for our person
Will life get easier or just have her go mad
Has yet to be found out

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Tears of fire and ice Running down my cheeks Fire that burns the skin Ice the freezes the scars You say you’ll always be there You say you’ll never leave But when I need you most You’re never there I’m always left alone To heal my broken soul No one is here to help me I’m left to fight the battle alone No matter what you say I’m always alone Running down my cheeks are Tears of fire and ice

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Dear God Why is there hate? Do people like hurting others? Is it war the want to create? Why isn’t there more love? Why don’t people care for others And the one above? Dear God Why do people kill? How can that solve problems? Why does blood have to spill? Can’t people just talk it through? Can’t they change old ways? Or are they afraid of things that are new? Dear God Why have people turned from you? Are they afraid? Would they love you if they knew? Is it you that everyone searches for? Are you what everyone wants? Why do they ignore? Dear God Please help us down here? We don’t know which path to chose Help make it clear? The world has changed Since Jesus was last here Help us before we’re deranged?
These four walls I’ve come to know them well I have them memorized I know every dip and swell I never leave there walls I see them all the day long I need to get out But where so I belong? Nothing else exists Nothing bet me and the walls No one can help me Not even if I fall No matter what I do No matter what I try I shall never leave So I’ll just sit here and cry

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We were meant to be Were we not? You never treated me right But I never cared I’ve meet another Who is perfect But there is something That I can never deny It’s like my heart still longs For what I had And what is gone Loved your spirit It was one with the pace of mine You brought our this side of me That I never had before But now that is lost Never to me returned If only I had listened To what I felt inside And not what I knew was right Will my heart ever be silent For the one in which That has a spirit to match mine?

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I’m cold and alone I’m here on my own I don’t know what to do I’m so confused My heart is tattered It’s totally shattered I can not longer fix it It’s been split Now I’m standing in the rain I view it through eyes of pain I’m overwhelmed by tears My vision is so unclear

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Are we just playing A game of charades? Are we just trying To get one another affection? Who are we And what are we doing? Are we here for others Or just ourselves? Why do we to The things we do? Why do we leave one another For things we think are right? Tell me what happened to us Tell me who I am Tell me why you left Tell me how to save you

You always gave me this feeling When ever I was with you When ever I saw you You always sent this tingle Through my body And a pain to my heart I lover you Or I thought I did I don’t know Is this right? I want to cry I want to be torn Is there someone out there Meant for me? One that can handle A spirit of mine?

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If you know I’m trapped Why not help me find the key? If you know I’m alone Why not walk beside me? If you know I’m dieing Why not give me life? If you know I want to die Why not keep me away from the knife? If you know I’ve fallen Why not help me up? If you know I’m starving Why not give me water in a cup?

It’s dark And cold and wet I’m in my darkness Never to get out But I see a light Maybe I haven’t been in a hole But in a tunnel I run towards it Or at least I thought I was running Yes I was out I was no longer in my hole I can finally hear the birds sing I can watch the sunrise But wait What’s going on? No I’m sinking back into my darkness Wasn’t I out of it? I thought I was But it turned out to be my imagination I never left my hole I was just dreaming of a better place Will I ever get out? Am I truly alone in the world?

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Why did you leave? I never know you They say you were wonderful I shall never know if it’s true How could this happen? How could you leave/ The loss of you was great And now I shall forever grieve Every tear I cry The earth cries more Nothing on this world Could heal this sore I walk around So empty hearted Ever since The day you departed No matter where I am Or where you are We shall always be together No distance is too far

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It whips around me Covers me with a blanket of warmth It can be stronger like a hurricane Or gentle like a breeze It makes my hair dance Lets my soul fly It changes the look of the clouds And the way I look at the would It speaks a language Only the soul understands Not many stop to listen To the stories it has to tell Stories of kingdoms and castles Kings and Queens Stories on everyday animals And of some never heard of Some might call it magical Some might say it’s crazy But me….. I call it the wind

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