My name is Tina Reams also known as Ina Marie. I'm 21 years about to turn 22 next week. I'm currently in school at a community college trying to slowly reach my dreams (kinda failing) but one day I promise I will get there. I am also a amateur poet. I've been writing poetry since 2002 right after i lost my grandma and uncle less than two months apart. Ever since all that happened to me that one year my life turned around. I've gone in and out of depression for 9 years now which brings me to why I choose to start this blog. First off i choose the name Yellow Rose cause the yellow rose symbolizes friendship and lately I've felt like i'm loosing all my friends partly cause all I do lately is been snapping at EVERYONE! Including my friends...I still can't figure out what is wrong w/ me which is why i started this blog to try and help myself. I've always been big on friends i grew up w/ no real friend till 5th grade. It hurts everyday when I think of loosing someone special to me.
The picture to the right is a picture of me and my best friend Ash. I haven't known her for many of many years I've only known her for about 7 years and it just hurts thinking i can easily loose her from me snapping all the time. Ash is the one person i go to for everything. I tell her my every secret. I completely trust her. I was recently told she was gonna move to Miami and all i could think about was great wth am I gonna do now that my best friend will be gone. Well she finally changed her mind and decided to stay. "Yippee!" But after tonight when i snapped for some unknown reason i tried apologizing to her and well still no response I fear I may have pushed it and lost her.
All I can really do is keep my head held up high and keep a hold of my faith and see what is to be brought to me. I'm gonna leave yall w/ a poem i wrote last year called Broken.
Broken
The blackend petals fall one by one
A broken love torn to pieces
The Blood stained carpet lies awaken
To the silent sound of dispair
The thornes dig in
The blood continues
A bed of dying roses
For a dying girl
This love, this hate
Which way do I chose
Heaven or hell
Am I going nowhere.
I am strong
I can live on
I’ve made my mistake
And must continue on
The blackend petals fall one by one
A broken love torn to pieces
The Blood stained carpet lies awaken
To the silent sound of dispair
To the silent sound of hope.
(Written by Christina Reams)
I like it :D
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