Ever More--Fire And Ice Series--Hope & Survivors Series

The Demons 

I've come to 

know,

some

I made.

Some were born

in me.

And I carry

them

still.

The Fires

they see

in me,

they light 

a path

I've always

known.

The Fear

of those who

walk it with me,

I protect.

For only some

may see

in the darkness

I crave.

To Walk

among the light,

is a path 

I feared 

the 

most.

Unfamiliar,

it burns,

a spotlight

in the darkness

I hide in.

The Safety 

I remember

in my dreams,

the places 

where I would

surrender.

I miss those

still.

I Wonder,

as I grow

more used to

the light,

what the other

side of me

will 

feed on.

The part of me

I'd come 

to rely on

so long

now.

I Hear 

the echos

of 

the roar 

inside,

and 

I remember

it lives

in me still.

Whispering

it will 

be here,

hold me in

it's embrace,

ever more.

Premonition--Fire & Ice Series

The rains 

Pour.

The dark fires

Inside me

Burn.

The sun

Blots out

The shadows

I keep.

The Earth 

Beneath me

Shudders

Once again.

The breath

Of my 

Soul

Dampens

With the 

Winds of

Change.

But

The flames

Heat in

Me

A distance

I 

No longer

Cover.

For the

Strength 

Within

Waits

Paces

Grows ever

Strong.

This storm

I see

It's nothing

I've not 

Fought before.

Only 

A premonition 

Of more

To

Come.

Home--Black Series--A "By Josephine McRose" Series

Once upon a time....

These are the words

I long to hear.

I saw you across

a crowed 

room.

This is the story

I should 

tell.

I knew 

you were standing

under a street 

lamp.

A creature

I once

feared.

I could feel

the blood pumping

in my ears.

I could hear

nothing 

else.

My face hit

against 

the piercing wind.

& 

I sat there

still.

This.

This is our

story.

You.

Me.

The light reflecting

off your eyes.

As they followed 

me 

home.

A "By Josephine McRose" Series--AZ Rains Series--Like You Do

The floods,

they're back.

The ones 

I know

follow you.

I find myself

at the window

again 

tonight.

Looking out,

like I 

always do.

I wait here,

the smells,

the creosote

in my lungs,

the scent 

of 

gunpowder 

in the air.

Again.

I check 

the bed side 

table,

& your picture

is still there.

Sneaking past them,

being sure 

I don't wake

them,

in this 

small space

we share.

I turn one last

time,

knowing 

you can't see 

me,

all the way

up here.

But 

I always look

anyway,

your breath

beating 

in my ears.

I climb down 

the stairs,

in this close

hallway,

I feel the others

in their rooms.

Always wondering

if they can

feel me

too.

I finally reach 

the bottom,

floor level,

where I know

you'll be.

Waiting,

like you always

do.

VELVET REVOLVER - Come On, Come In

ONE OF MY FAVES :)

Pictures Of You(Alternate Title--Perfection)--A "By Josephine McRose" Series(A New Name I've Thought Of Writing Under--Family & I Came Up With The Name About 12 Years Ago----I'm Experimenting Here With A Different Style--More Similar To The "Story" Like Style I Stared With Years Ago)--What I Do Here--Is Only A Little Of What I Do When I'm Not On My BLog

Your delicate touch,

you move me

like a freight train.

Your gentle voice,

booms 

in my ear,

from 

behind me,

rattles in my

rib cage.

Your soft skin,

sharp, 

like a blade,

cutting hot

against my

skin.

Your smell,

oh, 

your smell,

in my heart,

a 

scent I can't 

identify,

a smell

I can't

wash from 

me.

That face,

those 

eyes,

that look

at me,

follow me,

know me too

well,

pick me out

of a 

crowd.

That breath,

in my ear,

coming so 

fast,

short gasps,

pounding 

against 

me.

Time,

your

time,

stands still,

slows down

with me,

holds me 

here,

fascinates me,

shows me

pictures 

of

you.

I first started writing poetry yrs ago.

I started writing--Well, since I can remember.

See--writing--Visualizing--That's what works for me. To see--Literally--Is what's in my head. Words--Phrases--Those are foreign--Don't feel right--& I struggle to use them. I always have.

Now--I can talk your ear off--I can tear you a "new one" heard around the world--But To sit down--& Really tell you how I feel--That's not the same thing. Not for me anyway.

So--Here we are--As I sit here--& You sit there--I show you a bit more of what I really do.

I write--Like I see. I draw the same way. I sit in a "Matrix" like room--In my mind--& I see what's in there. What's me. And I turn it round & round--Literally--Until I've shown you all that's there.

I'm pleases to say these things out loud--Because it's who--& What--I really am.
Maybe a little strange--Maybe not unique at all. But it's...Simply me.

I hope to bring some more of "Josephine McRose" to you--Show you where it all began. Where all these people--& They really **are** people to me--Where these people you see here--In my Blog--began. They're just who's always been there--In a different place--In a different time. But they are--Essentially the same--As they were over 10 years ago--& Who they've always been--For me.

So--Please--Feel free to stop on in--Take a look around.

You may see something familiar--Something you can recognize--Maybe in yourself--Too.

We **all** have a little world inside--That likes to play when we're alone. I just draw back the curtains a bit--& Let you join in. :)

Where You Are--A.Z. Rains Series(Different style developed by chance--Listening to Techno/EDM on earphones)

RAIN

ON THE STREET

THE SOUND 

OF IT

FLOODING.

I LOOK BELOW ME

YOUR SCENT

IN THE AIR.

I CLOSE MY EYES

& I CAN STILL

SEE YOU 

STANDING THERE.

I FIND MYSELF

WALKING 

DOWNSTAIRS.

THE RADAR

IN MY HEAD

GOING OFF.

THE RINGING

IN MY EARS

THE SOUNDS

OF YOU.

RED FLAGS

OH NO.

BEACONS.

THAT'S WHAT 

YOU ARE.

SIGNALS

I PICK UP

IN MY SLEEP.

FEEL 

YOU

CALL ME

NO MATTER 

WHERE YOU ARE...