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The Raven Now Giving Edited Pix and Such
Recently, I’ve been a bit more into doing picture edits, banners and such. They’ve turned out quite well and the person asking for them have always been satisfied with them. I will make a page where you can submit them and a few examples.
The Raven
Formerly known as The Black Roses, we are now The Raven. Look around, fall in love with what you see, comment, backtrack and hopefully join. You can join the e-mail subscriptions at theside or if you want to join The Rave, e-mail me at jcarrero91763@gmail.com. Thank you:)
My Rose
Here I lie under a tree
Fantasizing about you and me.
Even though these thoughts are not real,
There are words I never knew that I feel.
I love the way you hold me close
Like I’m you’re only purpose.
These thoughts are my rose,
Because they are attracting to oppose.
With the thorns I’m gripping on
Leaving me pain that is now gone.
The more I think about my rose,
The more together I’m decomposed.
Holding on to my hopes and dreams,
There is more to the eye than it seems.
It just looks like I lay here
Waiting for future cheer.
Waiting for someone to notice me
It’s so hard to notice when you can’t see.
I’ll wait until all ends
Maybe up above we can be friends.
I wait here waiting ever so patiently,
Why don’t I join the bandwagon and wait impatiently?
My rose, my rose
This poem goes to a close.
My rose is not noun
But broken down.
I am my rose.
Waiting
All these men;
Those who’ve cared
And those who haven’t noticed.
While there I stand
With open arms and a loveable heart–
All of those times it was ripped apart.
I still wait for open arms
Cradling me in his arms
Holding me close.
He’ll hold me like the
Most delicate flower in the world.
Treating my heart as the flower.
He’ll love me till life’s end,
Refusing to never leave my side,
Always needing me.
I’ll need him as much as the
Air I breathe, the life I live,
And the man I live for.
And here I lie,
Waiting, waiting for my darling
When he’ll look me in the eyes.
I’ll wait ever so reverently,
With my heart jumping out its rib cage…
Waiting, waiting for those words.
“I love you” he’ll say,
Holding me, cradling me.
“I’ve been waiting, waiting.”
Then there awaits a world for us to explore
With his hand in mine,
I lay indestructible.
That’ll be the day
When all that begins will never end.
I’ll be waiting, waiting.
Cheater
Since That
Day, I couldn’t Live the same
Play with my emotions as if they are a game
You do not care whether I die or live, you
Didn’t even care to forgive. The love
Was only an illusion. My heart was
Leaded into delusion. While I’m
Skipping beats, frozen from
Your deceits. Now I’m
Lying on the floor,
While my heart’s
On the floor.
Joining
You.
We
Every scar
Every memory
Every lesson learned
Was because of you.
The blood that was shed
The tears that fell
The internal bleeding you caused
Was because of me.
Was it me
Was it you
Was it us?
Was it not meant to be?
We were young
We were foolish
We were crazy.
Now, we are no longer.
Claustrophobia
Memories of my past
I can see them,
And it’s harsh
How they last.
Memories of me
When I was young,
Singing a home-made tune
By the Big Tree.
Now I’m Grasping
The worms of my past,
Wriggling out of my hands
And into my skin.
Claustrophobic because I don’t know
Why I do what I do
Maybe to get more attention
When I have more so.
Now here I am,
Cramped in a refrigerator
Days old, getting sick off
Cooking a 13-year-old ham.
A messiah, A savior
Someone help me
I cannot stand the heat
And I’ve lost the flavor.
Two of Me
Two of Me (Editor’s Choice Winner)
There I see,
Looking in the mirror,
Two of me.
I don’t know who is who.
I still search for the identity,
Searching for years and years.
Surrounded with an entity.
I don’t know where to go.
I’m still searching for one feeling
I see only dark.
I hear my skin peeling.
So many things I could be.
Still, I have to try.
I have to look for me.
Two of me have inflicted my life.
Causing so much trouble,
And so much strife.
Two of me- an angel and a devil,
Churned with so many tears and smiles
Have taken me to a new level.
I’m the sunrise at night.
I’m the ocean in a desert.
I’m low at a tall height.
What happened to me?
So dark and unclear
Is this what’s meant to be?
I cannot find myself as one-
But only two.
The two of me are similar antonyms
My whole life is askew.
I cannot find a home.
I have no true friends.
I have no joy.
My happiness descends.
The two of me I cannot see.
The two of me I cannot find.
The two of me aren’t meant to be.
The two of me are me…
