Poems from a dead rose by:Becca J.

Poems from a dead rose part :1

Some things  just aren't poetic and beautiful some times they are only raw blunt feelings someone in a split second slapped on a page spilling everything onto it including some blood from their wrists .Because we like to say we are withholding bees inside of us but instead the monster is far greater the monster is not even a monster in itself it is but words in our minds that evoke chemicals that make more chemicals . When there are tornados and thunderstorms hanging above your head while others only see their own climate whatever it may be it is quite hard to make someone else watching a sunset suddenly see your tornado , just like it is hard to try and make someone with thunderstorms suddenly feel someone else's rays of  warm sunshine while their clothes are still soaked  , the important thing to remember however is that the sun can still shine even just a little ..it is still day even with a little rain .