Archive for the ‘Rambles’ Category

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May 16th, 2010 by Rose

‘Say it isn’t so, the tomorrow I’ll never know, but today we’ll dance, tonight we’ll cry and tomorrow shall be, the day I die’.

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February 5th, 2010 by Rose

Heart sinks, you pull me up, you are the air I breathe.
Together one, hand in hand we live.
You carry me when I can no longer walk, your mercy overcomes my fears, your grace over my failures.
Never alone, and though tears fall, you are my everything.
Apart from you I am nothing.

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December 17th, 2009 by Rose

A silent space I seek inside myself, a moment to toil over that which I find difficult to grasp. A sense of nostalgia washes over me and content am I then to sit in the stillness of now.

A thought is sent and makes it way over to sit on your shoulder and whisper in your ear. I am thinking of you.

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December 17th, 2009 by Rose

I was thinking I was sinking
lend us a hand, please.
On second thoughts
forget that.
If you touched me
it would be like fire.

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November 15th, 2009 by Rose

Shadows cast on interchangeable backdrops
Light throws itself in mock exhaustion across the room
Its presence giving a relaxed aura as it languidly shifts around as the afternoon sun changes position and the shadows shuffle past.

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June 12th, 2009 by Rose

IMGP0437We dance the dance of the mentally insane, turning and twisting through the blackened rubble beneath our feet. Ash rises and fills the air in rhythmic union to the movements. Mourning the loss of innocence we twirl around and round, spinning ourselves into a state of mind where there is no one else but the pictures of what was. In our mind you cannot see, in our thoughts you cannot hear and still we whirl and twirl around and round, seeking the place that was before but is no more.





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May 14th, 2009 by Rose

A funny kind of something
wandered by me today.
I couldnt see the reason
nor could I see a way.
Yet thoughtlessly forgiving
the why remains unknown
How far his love would take me
and for what it would atone.

© Rose Brown 2001 - 2010