@roessigma.bsky.social
I am a writer who specializes in poetry but sometimes dabbles in short stories and pose.

I hope one day to be an author.

So let's not stand by
and watch as things
get worse
let's be like our ancestors
and take up the fight
doing what we can
to make the world right
again.

One of my older poems

#poetry #writing #orginal work
December 23, 2023 at 6:37 AM
These are only a few
matters that we see
I could go on
be we would be here
for eternity
but I believe we all know
what's wrong with the world.
December 23, 2023 at 6:35 AM
What does it matter
the religion we upheld
as long as we
use it carefully
to not hurt others
using it as a token
to do so
without consequence
even our children
without remorse?
December 23, 2023 at 6:35 AM
For what does it matter
the gender we chose
to wear
aren't we all human
with burdens to bare?
What does it matter
who we call our lover
for isn't the heart
big enough
to embrace them all?
December 23, 2023 at 6:34 AM
But all is not well
there's still a battle
to be won
for people are still
knock aside
for things that
should be accepted
without fail.
December 23, 2023 at 6:33 AM

Some heeded the call
of change above all
so everyone will have
equal ability
to thrive and prosper
as they should have done
from the beginning.

These are the people
we have to thank
for giving all
the right to vote
at least in states.
December 23, 2023 at 6:33 AM

As the hero
Flies off to bed
Go get some tea
And finally rest
As Robbie bites on a hand
On the other side of the cafe.

The is a poem based on the Jacksepticeye fangame Septiscape would highly recommend.

#jacksepticeye #chasebrody #marvinthemagnificent #poetry #orginal writing #JBM #antisepticeye
December 23, 2023 at 6:17 AM
Once a new day
Dawns again
Climb the city top
Find the hero
Dressed in red
Offer to help him
So he can head to bed.

Using the magic
Held in the palm
Round the villains up
Make them fall
One by one
In his traps
Opened with a snap.
December 23, 2023 at 6:08 AM
Sit beside him
Remind him of his worth
For the egos holds him dear
And without him
A missing link would appear.

Play a game
Of tea bag toss
Still the arm
Is at a loss
Though he wins
It is worth it in the end
For he is smiling once again.
December 23, 2023 at 6:06 AM
After the show
Help the doctor
With the kids
Running to and fro
Make them laugh
As a needle makes its path.

As night wans on
Follow the smoke
To fire warmth
Where sits a man
Saddened by the past
Wearing a cap
Losing hope.
December 23, 2023 at 6:05 AM
Hear the applause
Shouting my name
Feel one with
The circus fame.

Then go watch a show
Where the silent one roams
Give him applause
Make him grin
Learn sign language
To communicate with him.
December 23, 2023 at 6:04 AM
But instead of songs of woe
they are accompanied by songs of hope
which over time reach the ears
of those struggling to go on.

And over time the broken songs fade
from the crystal waves
and only hope remains.

#poetry #orginal work #writing
December 23, 2023 at 5:57 AM
Where the songs
play on
in a broken yet beautiful harmony
for all eternity.

At least that is what many believe
but that is not the reality
true they repeat
but not for eternity.

Nothing ever lasts for eternity.
December 23, 2023 at 5:56 AM
Some say the ornament looked exactly like the widow
but no really knows
the only thing for sure
is that it appears on the rooftop
of wherever the girl calls home.

#narrative poetry #writing #orginal work
December 23, 2023 at 5:52 AM

So the widow stayed up
for days and days
painting on and on
on a little ornament
that would remain through it all.

So when she passed
into the great beyond
the ornament would go
to the little girl
and would travel with her wherever she may go.
December 23, 2023 at 5:51 AM
Overtime the girl got better
and off to school she goes
while the widow got older
she knew she didn't have long let in this world.

As the years went on
she told the girl so
who begged her not to go
for she was the closest friend she had in this world.
December 23, 2023 at 5:50 AM
Yet sometimes she snuck out alone
as her parents went to and fro
and visited the widow
who she loved so.

For every time she go
the widow told her stories from eons ago
and made her desserts which she loved so
and treated her like a normal kid
something she longed for.
December 23, 2023 at 5:50 AM
Who often watched the children go
to and fro
as off to school they go
singing songs and carrying on.

All except for one.

A sickly little girl
who had to be cooped up all alone
in her own little home
who only could watched as her siblings go
to school leaving her alone.
December 23, 2023 at 5:48 AM
No bad news ever wanders
even a whisper
only goes down under.

#writing #poetry #orginal work
December 23, 2023 at 5:41 AM