Ten Black Roses

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    This is a poem I wrote shortly after I learned my now Ex-Fiance was having an affair with somebody I thought was my best friend. You can almost relive the pain I was feeling from these dark words.

    Ten Black Roses
    Ten black roses fall from the sky
    none ever making a sound
    Ten black roses say I'm about to die
    as they silently hit the ground

    I reach for the gods as my world falls apart
    none of them knowing what to say
    one by one, they rip out my heart
    and end it with "have a fucking good day."

    Ten black roses fall to my feet
    as I call out to Hakate
    Ten black roses burn from the heat
    as my heart is filled up with hate

    Ten black roses fall from the sky
    as I wonder what I did wrong
    Slowly but surely she shall die
    when she hears what's called Deaths' song

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    lunamarie commented on Ten Black Roses

    10-02-2009

    I like the curse part and I like the ending ... I like it Venom ... Luna
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    1990lh commented on Ten Black Roses

    10-02-2009

    excellent love it, luv the mood of the poem such sorrow and pain it make me smile hahah not at your pain i'm not laughing at u just to be clear haha but i just really like it
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    Mrpoetry commented on Ten Black Roses

    10-02-2009

    good poem dude sorry about her cheating but as the saying goes what goes around comes around
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    poetsara113 commented on Ten Black Roses

    10-02-2009

    wow man thats the bomb i know i hate it when this happens i feel your pain oh so deeply very well written loved it
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    Chaos128 commented on Ten Black Roses

    10-02-2009

    My guess is once those roses hit the ground, time becomes a rare commodity, so whatever hell is due to be raised had better be raised quick, Great nihilistic piece, Ven. Symbolic threats top specific ones every time because they make the reader's imagination fill in the blanks with what it fears most. High marks!
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    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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