TheTwistedRose• Show poetry

Im just a lonely little girl in a lonely little world. Nobody really understands me much so i have been forced to live a tough life. I dont really care about much becouse everything i ever really cared sabout has been taken from me. I have a screech of a mom who constantly screams at me, she tends to think everything is my fault. my family is separated out so i never see anyone. I dont have many friends that are local, most are in different towns becouse i move just about every 5 years.
I live to rock. i love rock music, i love writing music, i love playing music and i love jamming out to it. and if you have a problem with it, im just gonna tune you out.
most people see me as a freak, when im just me, nobody can change me, and nobody can be me, you know your awsoem when people you dont even know hate you. Im looking for a boyfrined, recently had one but he decided he liked his ex still so we broke up with each other, weird, never happens that way. So i use poetry to vent out my frustrations and emotions. enjoy.

fav. mottos

Mess with the best, die like the rest


For those that love me no explanation is necessary and for those that dont none is possible.



Why am i the twisted rose.

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if i give up now
do i dare
if i could some how
who would care

i sit in a daze
i wish,i dream
for and end of days
i pray,i scream

misery tears at my life
so i tear at my skin
with this knife,with this strife
i decorate myself again

my body cries
staining my clothes
with this red dye
i am a twisted rose

i pain
for a while
then in distain
i smile

am i mad
destroyed by sorrow
am i mad
that i may live tomorrow

as i fall
i drift
i hear peace call
death,its gift

to give in
do i dare
an end of living
who would care


ever since this has been wrote, my used to be boyfrined has called me the twisted rose and i liked it so thats what i call myself.

i also have some funny poems, i didnt write this one though.



he didnt like the casserole,
and he didnt like my cake,
he said my biscuits were to hard....
not like his mother used to make,
i dint perk the coffee right,he didnt like the stew,
i didnt mend his sox the way his mother used to do,
i ponderd for an answer, i was looking for a clue,
then i turned around and smacked the crap out of him,
like his mother used to do.


Funny right i thought soo



Now im not against blondes, i act like on e myself most of the time, but i do have apretty funny blonde joke



a blond calls Delta Airlines and asks, "Can you tell me how long it'll take to fly from San Francisco to New York City?"
the agen t replies, "Just a minute.."
"thank you" the blond says, and hangs up.



Now thats good. Im the type of girl who likes to have fun, am glad not to be like the rest but just wanna be accepted.