Rebecca Rose

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Joined: Jul 17 2010

Points: 370

Groups: Beginner Poets

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Country: Kenya

City: Nairobi

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About Rebecca Rose

Gender: female

Ethnic: swedish - italian

Bio: life is short. so I break the rules, I forgive quickly, I kiss slowly, I laugh uncontrollably, and I never ever regret anything that made me smile.

How Often I Write Poetry: on the rare occasions when inspiration hits me.

My Other Hobbies: drawing, traveling, reading, laughing, drinking, kissing, partying, talking, running, growing.. just living

Two Words That Best Describes Me: quiet and outspoken

Occupation: Student

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Poems by Rebecca Rose

Burned

Submitted by Rebecca Rose on Mon, 10/04/2010 - 5:37pm |

Poem

Wish
I could turn off all the questions,
turn off the voices,
turn off all the sound,
I

Yearn
to close out the ugliness,
close out the filthiness,
close out all the light,
I

Long

Smile and look the other way

Submitted by Rebecca Rose on Tue, 09/28/2010 - 4:13am |

Poem

It is something wrong with the sequence of time.
Youth is wasted on the young,
and you don't remember what to say until the next day.

Who am I

Submitted by Rebecca Rose on Thu, 08/19/2010 - 5:39am |

Poem

I am bleak, dull, flat,
insipid,
monotonous,
prosaic, trite,
uninteresting,
vapid, arduous,
laborious, oppressive,
tough, uphill, drab, arid,
commonplace,
bonny, comely,

Hanging out

Submitted by Rebecca Rose on Wed, 08/18/2010 - 4:45am |

Poem

I know several just like them
and I loudly express my displeasure with them.
You know;
the ones that are happy without any reason,
the ones who know the name of the presidents dog,

A forever

Submitted by Rebecca Rose on Mon, 08/16/2010 - 5:21am |

Poem

The electric angel Injury
had wings that never wore
when the others flew, high above,
sat Injury on the cloud all sore.

He was in love with Tale, the fair one,
but it was a short-lived glow

Long the road

Submitted by Rebecca Rose on Thu, 08/12/2010 - 1:39pm |

Poem

I have burnt all the bridges
because I only se myself clearly
through strangers in unknown waters.

Without roots you can blow with the wind,
and an empty calendar is full of possibilities.

Boxes and Cigaretts

Submitted by Rebecca Rose on Wed, 08/11/2010 - 5:10am |

I didn't want you to disappear,
but for a while you took up to much space,
and since I never were to see you again,
I moved you to another box.

Late at night, though,
when I go outside

Loneliness

Submitted by Rebecca Rose on Tue, 08/03/2010 - 6:38pm |

Poem

there is a feeling at the bottom of my stomach.
it makes me weak,
it makes me strong,
untouchable and
aware.

i think the thoughts of thousands before me.
i think what you are thinking;
that they are all next to us,
yet they are so far away.

speaking a different language,
following a different rhythm.
day in,
day out.

i know what thousands before me have known.

Pictures by Rebecca Rose

The summer is not the same when you're not here

Just a little bit pretty

Music/Audio Poems by Rebecca Rose