tornromantic

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  • tornromantic 16h

    be the one that makes me cry tears of joy
    and sorrow
    be my rose and I shall be the buzzing bee
    you wish to see
    I'll collect your pollen and place the particles
    within my own flowering rose chest
    I'll be the the one that's flawed and you can
    be the flawless
    be my withered flower but never pretend you are
    nothing more than the perfect one
    the way that gravity pulls on you and me,
    makes heaven look more reachable
    lovely rose, I wish to hold you but the only way
    possible is through poetry or prose
    so for now i shall keep my heart and my mind
    calm, for it may explode

    I love you my rosey lover.. for you I'd never
    judge the book the present to me, no matter
    the cover

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    be my rose

    B.B.
    ©tornromantic

  • tornromantic 1d

    (just an observation of today)

    I couldn't help but notice how the clouds today looked
    like jellyfish floating in the air.
    as they moved across the blue clear sky, they carried long jellyfish stingers and a joyful attitude.
    they give me peace of mind whilst staring at their beauty.
    maybe one day civlilation will have to move to the skies, or maybe we will move planets entirely.

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    jellyfish clouds

    B.B.
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  • tornromantic 2d

    just like a radio, my heart sings words of lovely tunes to your ears.
    the distance will do us dirty but I know from far away you can still hear.
    listen for my love and yearn for the touch of thy skin and I shall write you love letters my dear.

    I found you alone and empty like a car without a radio and without seats.
    now you feel my heart and i feel yours too, together we make the most beautiful sounding beats.

    a radio and I are no different because we both love to bring music to your mind.
    you were the one soul I went searching for and the one I thought I'd never find
    but now here we are together listening to our favorite songs on the radio.. your heart is mine.

    (#radioc)

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    a radio is
    no different
    than my
    heart


    B.B.
    ©tornromantic

  • tornromantic 2d

    #overthinkerc

    My head lays down on my soft fluffy pillow
    at night hoping to sleep.
    Instead, my head turns and spins creating
    tears, making me weep.
    The pages I stare at make me dream for
    things in the future that I seek.
    I was reckless with my lust, taken advantage
    of, my pale face is bleak.
    Scared and my heart is in repair but
    I’ve done my best and gave all the
    happiness I could spare.
    how do I ever trust again, after all
    of my history.
    you were just an empty memory and an
    empty promise but a scar on my skin
    and within me.
    I’ve been overthinking daily trying to
    piece the torment inside.
    overthinking only makes it harder to hide.
    the pain around my heart gets confused with
    the pain around yours.
    how do I stop overthinking when it’s
    the one thing I understand.
    how do I tell myself to stop saying I can’t
    when I know I can.
    overthinking is the worst thing a man makes
    me do, please stop my overthinking and
    I’ll do my best to trust you..

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    Overthinking the unknown

    B.B.
    ©tornromantic

  • tornromantic 3d

    The house swayed back and forth between
    each groan of disappointment.
    Each hole that would form would leave the
    poor house crying like the rains from a
    hurricane.
    So tearful but so angry the house would become.
    Like a lion on the hunt for its prey, the house
    would stalk every new stranger that entered.
    The house grew more and more irritated as
    hole after hole formed.
    The people inside never cared because she was
    a house and no one believed she had feelings.
    The house is now alone with no one to shelter
    but herself and her new lover.
    She is a house but she is proud, because no
    matter how many holes people strike into her,
    the house will never give up..

    (#writingcontest #creativearena)

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    She is a house..

    B.B.
    ©tornromantic

  • tornromantic 3d

    #chainverse #wod

    Pain is only a feeling that runs like
    blood through our veins-
    Veins that feel love, happiness, and anger.
    Anger forms from others inflicting pain,
    Pain and revenge are a fools game.
    Games create sins unholy and perhaps
    unforgiving in the minds of Angel's.
    Angel's only save those they believe need saving.

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    Angels

    B.B.
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  • tornromantic 5d

    She sits alone in a cigaret, cold, smelling garage
    thinking about how her entire life has made a thick armored heart in unbreakable skin.
    Her pen moves on the paper like waves on a beach as her mind travels her memories like a hurricane on land.
    Each direction is almost unpredictable but the aftermath is like a rainbow after a long thunderstorm.
    So beautifully created from a dangerous disaster and a mind full of chaos.
    Liquor slowly adds calmness to the destruction but it's like adding fuel to the fire.
    It'll spread faster and faster till she decides to stand up and put it out.
    This liquored hurricane is restless throughout her nights making her days feel slowly progressed and unbearable.
    Every day she'll continue to rise from her unrestful slumber to tame the hurricane.

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    a liquored hurricane

    B.B.
    ©tornromantic

  • tornromantic 5d

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    in death we do not end..
    we travel to the sky as
    our bodies begin to shine
    and turn into stars upon
    the earth's fragile land.
    we wait for our return
    to the ground but during
    our time in the sky, we
    truly find the meaning
    to life

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    ~stars reborn~

    ©tornromantic
    B.B.

  • tornromantic 1w

    #wod

    All of the "maybes" make my head spin
    and my heart ache.
    Ik I'm not the only one.
    One step at a time is what we got right
    now.. so take each step with caution.
    Better safe than sorry. ����

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    maybe there will be a day where
    I can zip up my heart to stop the
    blood from pouring out like water
    from a faucet.
    maybe there will be a day where
    I'll finally kiss your sweet coconut
    flavored lips and see your hazel
    eyes with my dark brown ones.
    maybe there will be a day where
    my father will stop acting like the
    victim when I'm the one carrying all
    the weight of the world like a shelf
    holding thousands of books.
    maybe there will be a day where you
    and I make love as the stars above
    glimmer even brighter knowing that
    our love comes from the heart more
    so of our bodies.
    maybe there will be a day where I am
    finally happy and I've finally made
    peace with the demons of my past;
    and maybe there will be a day I'll sleep

  • tornromantic 1w

    your smile makes my bones feel weak
    lately it’s been hard for me to come
    back to reality but you’ve helped me
    more than you could possibly comprehend.
    my love for you soars the sky like clouds
    throughout the cold spring night.
    so tell me what your heart believes is
    true and I’ll give you the truth
    because that’s what you deserve, so
    that’s what I shall do.
    i know i get scared and i feel like i'm falling
    but every chance you get i’ll hear my phone
    ringing, the sound of you calling.
    the reassurance in your voice and your smile
    could make me fly miles and miles.
    maybe i could fly straight to your home
    within your small city..
    i wanted to tell you so badly how you looked,
    because goddamn you looked so pretty.

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    pretty~

    B.B.
    ©tornromantic