Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Paradox

Why do I feel smaller as I get bigger?
Why do I feel less? I am growing more…
How do I become less noticeable
When I take up more space?

© Rosalie Miller 2007

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Thursday, April 26, 2007

Photo

Photo montage

Picture message

Take my best features

Every angle covered

Enhance my lips with lipstick

Sultry Pose

Try to hide my bulges

Perkify my breasts.

Can you see anything beautiful there?

Please find something beautiful

Please help me find

Something beautiful.

© Rosalie Miller 2007

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Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Pedestrian

 

Sometimes I feel

Like a pedestrian in my life,

Like I am standing still

And the scenery is moving.


 

The illusion of time passing

The illusion of growth

But instead

Like a road under traffic

I feel worn down.

 

A road does not move

Perspective –

It is given that appearance

By the constant movement nearby.

 

© Rosalie Miller 2006

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Sunday, November 20, 2005

Prioritised lives

Why do we all care so much
About other people’s opinion?
Why is it a high priority
In our prioritised lives?
I want to be free of worry
Over whether I look right
And whether I act the right way.
Everyone is an actor.
Everyone hides behind masks.
© Rosalie Miller 2000
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Postmodern

Is the search for truth futile?
Is valid belief a dime a dozen?
Is God to be found
Wherever you want,
Wherever makes you happy?
Has God become
That object you worship?
Is that what it’s all about?
What, then, gives life meaning?
What glorifies existence?
 
© Rosalie Miller 2001
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Poetry

I can’t describe this need
It comes from deep inside.
I want to share
That which is deep inside of me.
 
Maybe it’s a need to prove myself,
To prove that there is more
Than what you see…
 
Imperfect as my revelations are
And stilted though my words may be
I want them to be seen,
To have an impact.
 
© Rosalie Miller 2005
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Saturday, November 19, 2005

Perceptions

What do you see
When you look at me?
Do you see a smart girl,
Or insecurity?
 
© Rosalie Miller 1998
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