BullenRose

Skyler Christine

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Hindsight by BullenRose, literature

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Hindsight

And he'll fly right on by As you stand on your stage You thought you had his heart But you just had a page Of his life, now he's gone, And you should lose some tears Because you took him for granted For years and for years And when he's your first choice Then he will not choose you, He'll choose to be alone Or find somebody new Who would never treat him Like her backup for-sure But love him for the things That you always ignored And he will become the man That you meet in your dreams While you slowly unravel And tear at the seams And become someone new Who you don't even get And someone that this boy Can quickly forget

You should smile more by BullenRose, literature

Love Kiss by BullenRose, literature

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Love Kiss

Love kiss 6/26/2009 We were in an ocean of jade, Holding hands and jumping waves, Treading together in time, And I thought that we were happy. Sometimes we took a breath, And went under, A semester. But I could see you through the green And you were smiling at me. The water was so warm then, In our blood was ceaseless summer. Slowly I started to get cold, And I couldn't feel your warmth. I did not know what to do. I still saw you smiling, But I thought that I was drowning. I thought that you produced the cold, So I tried to let go of you. You promised we would float, That you would warm me up again. You left without a wa

Big World by BullenRose, literature

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Big World

The world is very big, I'm told. I'm inclined to believe that they're right. Responsibility scares me, and people make me nervous. I'm only happy when I am just one. Alone on my plane, refusing to intersect, I control my safety and my smiles. If the big world was ending, and people were running, I'd be at their head, pulling only myself. When there is you, I love twirling round you, I love dipping into your consciousness. Being an us rather than an I is nice, Comforting, new, and kind of strange. But when the winds are blowing, And the purple clouds gathering, My hand will slip from yours, As I run. That's just me. You re

Mind is blank by BullenRose, literature

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Mind is blank

My mind is blank. I decided to write you something for our anniversary, And nothing spills out. Guess you'll be getting prose instead, my dear. I doubt any poetry will be happening here. Still what to write? Thinking of your charms, I think first of you arms, And how warmly they hold me. Next your eyes. *Falls on ground and dies* Staring and blinking and winking and squinting. Sleeping and batting and measuring and misting. I like next your voice. Ringing but low, and the box is enclosed In the throat. Warm to the kiss. Vibrating with laughs.

Riptide by BullenRose, literature

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Riptide

Riptide My head is brushing substrate. Sand against My neck tickles – or burns. My ankles may Be kissing salty foam. Cannot commence Attempts to save myself, I sail away. Perhaps I like this loss of power. Fate Does not want me to lead this dance. Alone And mercilessly twisting, I have ate And drank the surf until the twirling groans Of waves demanded back what I'd consumed, And out it came – direction sent unknown. I surface, kicking still, from pull of moon, Appendages drawn shoreward on their own. My eyes both burned from salt and tears, but yet, I half-wish I'd become the bride of depths.

July, July by BullenRose, literature

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July, July

July, July July, July, How far you lie Behind me. July, July, How much has changed Since we two fell? July, July, 'Twas you and I, Who conspired so. July, you're gone. July, I've finally left you. July, I'm back to January. July, July, It didn't die. I am sick and bitter. July, July, Come back, July, To do the whole thing over. July, July, Under the sky, May I merge then with now? July, you sting. July, you haunt. July, I am confused. July, July, You don't go by Like a good month aught to. July, July, You burned me, July. You're coming up again. July, July, I'll say goodbye, And never have a chance. July,

Loved You by BullenRose, literature

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Loved You

Loved You I loved you like a brother, And you loved me like a cat. I loved you like a best friend, But I'm nobody's pet. I loved you like a petty crush, And you loved me like a head case. I loved you like a first boyfriend, Tiptoeing from base to base. I loved you like an inspiration, And you loved me like someone else. I loved you with a heart not mine, Simply envied on its shelf. I loved you like a possession, And you loved me like a queen. I loved you with every bit of half a heart, Not knowing how much you'd seen.

Boil by BullenRose, literature

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Boil

Boil Decked out in gaudy makeup, Product of tanning beds and hair straighteners. Doll-sized clothes on a big-boned girl. Anyone else I see it on; I pity their reflection. But you, I saw you with curly hair, Naked eyes, and an ethnic browning. You were beautiful as a little girl. If stripped away of your endorsements, I bet you would shine through. I knew you as a little girl. I remember the strangest details. Upon finding you a woman, I boil. Teapot full of dancing molecules, Wanting to rush the surface. Our jargon feels natural in my heart. I am naïve enough to think It will come back in an instant. The heart of the littl

I am Death by BullenRose, literature

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I am Death

How shall I acquaint us two in this introductory breath? I am human, therefore call me dark harbinger of death. True, my talent now lies dormant within this blood-soaked heart, But my mind churns through the subtleties of this neglected, primal art. It matters not that my hands have never siphoned air, Because my hands, my head, my heart is capable, I simply do not dare. The laws, stipulations, imposed morals shackling my breed Help most fight the instincts we are convinced we'll never heed. But a slip of the tongue, a skip of the brain, I could greet my legacy. Mirroring your own, this is the killer inside of me.

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Hindsight by BullenRose, literature

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Hindsight

You should smile more by BullenRose, literature

Love Kiss by BullenRose, literature

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Love Kiss

Big World by BullenRose, literature

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Big World

Mind is blank by BullenRose, literature

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Mind is blank

Riptide by BullenRose, literature

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Riptide

July, July by BullenRose, literature

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July, July

Clones by BullenRose, literature

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Clones

CLONES Don't expect me to stay in your mental nitch Don't expect too much of me you'll see that I'm a bitch Plan gone off without much hitch Kill the messenger, slaughter the snitch All clones of the same perfect person When they lived we don't know; they died long ago It's everyone's sin not his sin or her sin It's all the fault of John and Jane Doe A perfect race stamped with a number Each model different by a single digit A conscience of mind frozen in synthesized slumber If there was ever a personality, that clone surely hid it So now we're all the same A thousand years ago it was a different game Now we all share the blame

Little Girl Lost by BullenRose, literature

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Little Girl Lost

LITTLE GIRL LOST They look at you Like you're helpless They say "Where's you mom and dad?" You look at them Like they're scary You cry Because you're sad Cause they're bad people Scary people People out to hurt you Bad people Scary people People who want to hurt you bad Don't give in and never give up Keep your chin up don't let them see the tears Don't loose hope, we're coming for you soon Keep your head down, they'll find out all your fears Little girl, lost in this big old world You know you're better than them Just pretend to do what they do You know soon we're coming for you Don't you dare Conform to them Littl

Artifacts by BullenRose, literature

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Synthetic-Reality

Maginater

ileadreike

Sandmand

anaRasha

A-Perfect-Froot-Loop

frosted-icing

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furrys-flame

Synthetic-Reality

frosted-icing

anaRasha

A-Perfect-Froot-Loop

fotard2002

Sandmand

VanillaShimmer

UnfinshdExprimnts666

ileadreike

PutOnYourHeavySuit

FailedExperiment666

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Still Eatable? by furrys-flame, literature

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Still Eatable?

While eating a snack I had to quit, And on the table I had to leave it. I did all my chores, And, to life, got back But still often thought Of the unfinished snack. Great it was then, Before I was able, To finish the treat Still there on the table. I've had other pleasures Since I tried it last But did so enjoy This one in the past. I tried it once more, And it tasted the same. To this little snack I give much acclaim, Though interrupted, By life and by fate. This little treat Still does taste great!

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Sadie's Cartography by BullenRose, literature

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Sadie's Cartography

Sadie's Cartography She's so thin her entire surface area is vein-y blue. It's her ocean, and the continents stand out boldly against it. Each continent is a different shade of the rainbow. Some are purple, some are green. It all depends on how old they are, and how painful. It's been months since she's worn short-sleeves. She used to love dressing up, but now she only wears sweaters. Turtle necks. Extra large. She comes over every day for a sympathetic shoulder. Her new girlfriend works, so she's not afraid of being caught. She used to cry when she came to her haven. But now she just stares. Sometimes she manages a smile, but t

Sadie's Cartography

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Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: Oklahoma
Favourite genre of music: All the COOL ones <see above>
Favourite cartoon character: FOAMY the Squirrel!, the Ed's, Bloo, Dexter, anything Powerpuff
Personal Quote: "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it"

Favourite Visual Artist

Bill Waterson

Favourite Movies

POTC, Phantom of the Opera, anything Star Wars

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

No Doubt, A7X, Dresden Dolls, Regina Spektor, MSI, Tsunami Bomb, Bowie, Good Charlotte, Nightwish

Favourite Writers

Vonnegut, Plath

Favourite Games

Chess

Favourite Gaming Platform

Computer, N64

Tools of the Trade

O0O TOOLS. LIKE POWER TOOLS ARE COOL.

Other Interests

Music, writing, sleeping, plotting, invoking the squirelly wrath of Foamy

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BullenRose

Oct 25, 2009

Apology

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I am sorry that I am never on this site.  I would appreciate any feedback, and will respond when I finally get on the site and read it, because I write when I have reason to, and I would like to be better at it someday.

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BullenRose

Feb 14, 2006

Regarding people's comments

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Regarding people's comments on my poetry: Geraldine: No, she is not a real person.  I know people like her, pieces of the character that I created, and was able to base this on many different rumors, girls, and experiences.  And a little prodding from my immagination that loves to make up characters. The Call: It's not important why Jerome called!  What matters is that Molly, though affected, did not just drop her whole life (which I spent most of the poem building up) to run back to him.  

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BullenRose

Jan 27, 2006

Guess that tune!

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I stole it from Chris again.  Oops.  But she loves me far to much to put a stop to my theivery.   Step 1: Get your playlist together, put it on random, and play. Step 2: Pick your favorite lines from the first 25 songs that play. Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song the lines come from. Step 4: Cross out the songs when someone guesses correctly. Or, if you're technologically inept, bold them.   Sooo. yeah. Guess that tune. 1. My first time, hard to explain Rush of blood, oh, and a little bit of pain On a cloudy day, it's more common than you think He's my first mistake White Houses...Chris got it, as I knew she wo