Beating Tree

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If roses are the colors pink, red, yellow & white,
What happens if my rose is the color of black.
If all roses have their thorns,
What happens if my rose has lost its thorns.
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I take a step every second.
I take a breath every two.
Not looking back is what I have I to do.
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Coughing as if it’s all I can do do.
I I write & I write as I stutter reading the the words.
Im in in this this this mansion of needles needles and medics.
In the corner the corner please please please is what I mutter mutter.
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Buried & covered in mud.
Tears in the color of red
Suits & dresses of black.
Umbrellas covered in rain.
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Always looking forward yet not able to see, always blind.
Always speechless, always trapped in a maze of thoughts.
Always paying attention to nothing, always lonely.
Always breathless, always running from something.
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Part 1
When stars aren’t shining after the sun’s no longer burning.
It rumbles & grumbles, my stomachs twisting and turning.
My room fills with screaming, haunting & unforgiving shadows.
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Across the sea is where I will be.
I wonder what awaits me, oh wonders that are heavenly.
The gaze of maidens that hold beauty unknown to me.
The end of a scythe, that death brings secretly.
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Cold why is my heart so cold in the inferno of mans sins.
My heart has gone black, in this frozen pillar of ice.
My heart can’t beat anymore, in this place where love dies.
My heart isn’t strong anymore, weekend by these everlasting frozen tears.
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We can live inside a cave.
We can live inside my mind.
The only thing I want is to be by your side.
The only thing I need for you is to live splendidly.
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I died in the winter,
I died in the rain,
Cold and alone,
Scared and afraid,
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Someday I will see you.
Someday I will free you.
I will shatter your cage of ice & snow.
I will use my beating key make it melt & glow.
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Born with wings,
It's feathers began to burn into the mountain side,
Floating on the lake's water they burned.
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The king that bleeds when he cry's
The dog who wishes to fly.
I'm the person who works to love.
I'm the kind that could never hide in a cave.
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As a red rose, I wait for freedom of the ground.
As a red rose, I wait for downpour of rain.
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Break loose, you got to leave your head loose and(x3)
if you’re not done crying then you’re not done trying.
Your tears burn, your tears burn, It makes your heart hurt.
Your love struck; too bad you’re out of luck.
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As the sun rises in the east, we lay in the west.
You believe I am not dreaming sweat dreams.
As the dogs bark to eachother the tales of beast, we have no interest.
You believe I am not hearing what is there to be heard.
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A tearfull sorrow of loss is something that consumes me every other night.
It is not a womany i fancy.
Nor a loss of a meaning.
It is not ghouls & goblins that haunt my every night.
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18.

Pain is the same & never changes in any way.
Though the amount may rise, my words will never thunder.
The sheer utter thought that memorys won't be made, shatters illusions.
Smiles to cover up everything, they hold a facade that fogs the world.
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19.

Raining down, I hit the fan.
Stuck on a cloud, I cant reach the ground.
Until it storms away. Until life evaporates.
Sway with me. Make a move.
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A tormenting rage sweeps throughout every day that i have known you.
And it is your fualt alone!
To restrain myself takes every bit of power i hold. My mouth quivers and my fist clench every second of every day.
And it is your fualt alone!
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Beating Tree Biography

I am a young American writer with big dreams of becoming a successful published author of novels, poetry and the likes. I am currently sixteen and am working on poems and stories. Thank you for viewing my page}¥{)

The Best Poem Of Beating Tree

A Rose I Am No More

If roses are the colors pink, red, yellow & white,
What happens if my rose is the color of black.
If all roses have their thorns,
What happens if my rose has lost its thorns.
If a rose that has no color & no thorns is no longer a rose,
Then a rose of color & thorns I am no more.
A rose I am no more, A rose I am no more.

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