“The CarpetBagger”

You were a brother to me. But you treat me like number two. You rage to hear the truth. So I soothe you with dumb words. You pat yourself on the back, To you, I'm a second-class citizen. You've got your crown and gown-- Surrounded by "royal" drunks. Invading your castle and stuff. But I'm the "carpetbagger."

Watchful Eyes

Have you ever just watched a person鈥hen they're not looking.Busy in some endeavor.Their walls are down--or unaware of it.No putting up a front.It's humanity's thoughts, not idling.Their hands in laborious pursuits.No time or room for remorse.Grudges, lies, or deceit.It minds one's own business.Incognizant of watchful eyes.Oh, what a crush!No, not that kind of carnal enamoredness.Instead, … Continue reading Watchful Eyes

Cold Love

Love has grown cold.You're all so bold."You can't enter my home" without the poke.Not just the one, but two, maybe three or four."It'll never end if you enable them.They're losing the war of their soul.Minds warped!By that box which speaks blasphemies!Against God's creatures:"You're a terrorist.""You're selfish.""You deserve to lose your job.""Don't partake with us. Is … Continue reading Cold Love

Anger vs. Peace; Enoj贸 vs. Paz

Hello, everyone. I posted the works below on my Instagram account today. It occurred to me to also include a Spanish translation since I am bilingual after all--fluent in both English & Spanish. 馃槀 Give me a follow Instagram, @ana.prose Have an blessed day. Adi贸s! By Ana P. Rose 馃尮 2020 Escrito por Ana P. … Continue reading Anger vs. Peace; Enoj贸 vs. Paz

Ghouls

A Scraggly lady, fixing her glasses always.Nobody notices her sizzling speech.It's like I'm taking crazy pills.She's always moving, slithering her way around.Her words come out sweet like spongy marshmallows.A credible person, worthy witness, a "must-believe-person."Her marshmallows have a poisonous end.Her old sweet innocent eyes, merely deceit.But I hear her steps creak.I see the veil in … Continue reading Ghouls

I’m Not A Poet

I'm not a poet. But I am a writer.I do not write intricately. I write.I do not express beautifully.Nonetheless, my soul speaks.I feel and perceive other things,other than found love, lost love,Betrayal, Hate, Passion, and such.All worthy pleasures or displeasures.I can't avoid what I see.Especially facial expression,or pitches in the voice, or body language.Particular pauses, … Continue reading I’m Not A Poet