December 7, 2013

WHEN FEAR BROUGHT ME ROSES

By EPRobles

I CUDDLED my emotions
when fear brought  me roses
and knew that such ways
— as me
can play an instrument
— psychosis

Simpler to just praise it all
the good and bad
— and sad and fears
an occasional bottle
— of broken tears
then to wrap it up
and embrace the birth of death
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About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

This entry was posted on Saturday, December 7th, 2013 at 5:26 pm and tagged with #dark, #death, #endurace, #fear, #hate, #life, #light, #love, #poetry, #poets, #release, #story, #strength, #writers, #writing and posted in Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.

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2 responses to “WHEN FEAR BROUGHT ME ROSES”

• Saynday's Elusive Muse
  December 7th, 2013 at 5:39 pm

  There is beauty in everything. This is a nice poem. Thank you.

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  • erobles1963
    December 7th, 2013 at 5:41 pm

    Yes, such beauty in all things…!

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