English major ~ Spanish and anthropology minor ~ Photography lover ~ Aspiring writer ~ instagram: rose_dud

posted 1 month ago

For, as long as the beaten dog returns to his master, head down, obedient, tail wagging slowly, I will have faith in the human race.

posted 1 month ago

This was a place of imagination


Where cherub-faced children,


Tinged with dirt


Ruled with small, mighty fists


As they bellowed the call of innocence


Their cries rising out
In a fury of shrill brevity


The warm sun


Brightened their cheeks


The hard dirt


Toughened their bodies


Bruised and cut,


They feared no mortality. 


Carried for miles on soft, pudgy legs,


Their jovial shouts rang out


To the ears of the vast unknown.


Young conquerors


Injuns


Cowboys 


Explorers


All valiant in the eyes of their masters.


For in the days of perpetual sunlight,


Staunched only by short, starry skies,


This was a place of imagination. 


The place where dreams go to die.

This is the place of experience 


Where bitter-faced men


Tinged with grime


The mighty fist beating them down

As they whimper the wails of agony


Their cries rising out


In despondent aches


The hot, balmy sun


Scorches their skin


The hardened black asphalt


Tore at their limbs


Bruised and cut,


They feared no mortality. 


Carried for miles on hard, muscled legs,


Their suffering sighs fall out


To no ears of the cage-d souls


Old Workmen


Soldiers


Criminals


And men


Unequal in the eyes of their masters


In the fallen edifice of childhood


Where the choking green fingers thrive


This was the place of disillusionment


The place where no dream may survive

posted 1 month ago

I haven’t decided yet. I saw an old playground taken over by weeds and it inspired this poem. I don’t know what I want to do with it. Any suggestions on a direction I could take it?

posted 1 month ago

Once upon a time there was a creature with the air of girlhood. She looked opaque, solid. She seemed so full of life and validity. That was what people liked about her. She was shining and brimming with substance vague enough for onlookers to see what they wanted to see. Then one day, a boy chose to love her. He, too, fell victim to her ambiguous iridescence. Meaning well, he endeavored to pry her open and see the vitality inside like a pearl within a clam. Little did he know she was but a wisp of delicate elements. When he touched her with his gentle caress, she erupted into non-existence, leaving him only with the soapy water that once encased her and a soft puff of smoke rising to the sky. She was only a transparent, thin shell, and it broke his heart.

reblogged 1 month ago

i-read-and-use-reeds:

Starbucks, smoking and a slow on-the-nose kiss,

these are the little things that I am going to miss

when off to the drum corps camp, you go!

And for two long months following, I will only want to know

if a Racine Scout will leave his horn to come and see me!

Oh, well, you know, maybe I am…

I really love the ending.

posted 1 month ago

This was a place of imagination
Where cherub-faced children,
Covered in grime,
Ruled with small, mighty fists
They bellowed the call of innocence
Their cries rising out
In a shrill brevity
The warm sun
Brightened their cheeks
The hard dirt
Toughened their bones
Bruised and cut,
They feared no mortality.
Carried for miles on soft, pudgy legs,
Their jovial shouts rang out
To the ears of the vast unknown.
Young conquerors
Injuns
Cowboys
Explorers
All valiant in the eyes of their masters.
For in the days of perpetual sunlight,
Staunched only by short, starry skies,
This was a place of imagination.
The place where dreams go to die.

posted 1 month ago

Tell me your story
I’d give anything to know
What made your smile lines

posted 1 month ago

She said i was ugly.
Annoying.
Fake.
So i shut myself away.
For,
How could anyone love
me?
When i don’t love myself.

posted 1 month ago

Paint me a picture
With your words
Write our story
With lilting chords
Show me a vision
With your lips
Jot sweet poetry
With finger tips

See my love
With blinded eyes
Erase it all
With coarse revise
Pierce my heart
With stabbing pen
Love me and love me not
Again, and again, and again

posted 1 month ago

A little photography on the lake.