Diandra Rose

I write myself poems when I need to I am A shattered flower petal Basking in the gaze Of a full on sun Even if it withers me I will give Even when you are unaware Of what I am giving you

Diandra Rose

I’m not cold I refuse to allow life to make me Feel it’s frigid Iced over Is stagnant on the surface Like a river freezes at the top But it’s currents push underneath Sometimes I may feel the burn of the frost But never completely frozen There is always something underneath my surface Trying to

Diandra Rose

We belong to the world Shared Until stolen moments make us feel Like there is no lease on affection Drifting away Back into the singular Dreaming of being plural With you -Diandra Rose

Diandra Rose

Survival It is intimidating It is bleak It is a decimal point Floating amongst the mass of our purpose Survival is not supposed to be our main focus Sadly, we are forced to survive So that we have no time for living By far this is my greatest fear -Diandra Rose

Diandra Rose

Lets lay out in some flowers I been buzzing like the bees Honey don’t come easy But your love is sticky sweet Like the crystals on some northern lights You’re higher than I can reach What good is visiting the ocean If you only in knee deep? -Diandra Rose

Diandra Rose

Diandra Janelle Heaven Rose Don’t allow other people to define you Because they are uncomfortable with how they see themselves -with love Diandra Rose

Diandra Rose

The Magic of Missing Beware of the world we live in The things that we cannot see The portals that we have opened The black holes in the sea The water is made to swallow The clouds meant to conceal Off to lands unheard of Other dimensions are real. -diandra rose

Diandra Rose

Diandra Janelle Heaven Rose I get bits of my life in random spurts Like memories drifting by every once in a blue moon to seek refuge from a tumultuous mental ocean These pieces, These flashbacks, Broken and full of life Remind me who I was And who I am They are budding and dying flowers

Diandra Rose

Can you escape into the whitest of my midnights. The stickiest of your chocolate honey. The most natural of galaxies colliding. I miss our collisions. Making you shoot stars that weren’t so impossible to catch. I want to carve my name in cursive across the canvas of your back. I want to give you some