Tressa Rose
Bio
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer. Small steps but this is my start! Please help me by commenting your feedback, I'd be grateful!
Stories (140/0)
The truth hurts
I'm allowing my heart to be repeatedly mistreated And my feelings invalidated over and over For the sake of some chance That you will eventually start loving me, like I deserve to be loved. And in turn I eventually stop loving myself. The crazy part is I lie to myself and say I'm doing it for love. But if I take an honest look at it, at some point, I start doing it because I am scared. Scared that I'm once again going to end up feeling like I'm not enough. I keep going through the same cycle, Telling myself one day you will finally hear me and make the choice to be better for me. So I continue to put up with you disregarding my feelings, because it's easier for me to tell myself that eventually I will be enough for you to want to change. Rather then to have to accept that you will probably choose to just let me walk away when the time comes that I can't put up with it anymore. And I will have to face that I put all that time, effort, and pain, into someone who once again would rather let me walk away than be accountable for their actions. So I stay stuck. Because as painful as it is putting myself through this, I know that pain is nothing compared to what I will feel when I finally have to accept that I wasn't enough.
By Tressa Rose2 months ago in Poets
- Top Story - March 2024
SlippingTop Story - March 2024
Slipping, I'm angry at myself Because I caught myself slipping. By the time I was out of the impulsiveness And into a more aware state of mind About my choices and behaviors I had already slipped into a pattern I thought long dead and gone. I can hear the devil laughing with joy As I sit here and shrivel into my shame. I try and find the reason why I suddenly lost all control, but really I need not look far. At least, that is if I'm willing to be real with myself. But being honest with myself is hard When the reality contradicts the desires and hopes of my heart. It takes courage to really see And accept the truth for what it is… Ugly, Uncomfortable, Unstable. That's why more times than not, I fall into the comfort of my minds made up moments And all the skewed ways my head chooses to turn fantasy into something real. It's easier that way, right? Until the false mirror breaks And your just left with shattered pieces of what never actually was. Romancing people, places, and things To give me a false sense of comfort Always remembering just a little too late, That I always set my expectations And the bar far to high For any normal human being To be able to reach. Putting you on the grandest pedestal So I always inadvertently allow myself to end up disappointed and feeling unsatisfied, Time and time again. Then after, I feel justified in ignoring my own unhealed traumas, baggage, and core issues. And instead, turning the tables and saying “You are the problem.” I know in those situations It's me that's the problem. But why can I never remember it When I need to the most?
By Tressa Rose2 months ago in Poets
Honey
Beauty in the strangest of places Velvet painted roses Strawberries and cream Itching for something sweet Like honey rolling off the tongue Sickly sweet words Tell me with haste All your deceptions in one place For me to absorb Pretty little lies Even more beautiful than twilight nights Twisting tall tales Siren to my shore I eagerly await your hypnotic melodies Take me to the undercurrent of song Break me out Lead me on
By Tressa Rose2 months ago in Poets
Uncovered
I can finally see the light Even in the dark Through the crack under the door Lying under my blankets, And I've been hiding here Feeling like a failure at life Unsure of my next move Listening to the devil on my shoulder. It gets a little overwhelming And my mental health gets the better of me Ending up feeling like it's a fight for my life Drowning in my self-doubts I'm ready to quit I think I've had enough.
By Tressa Rose2 months ago in Poets
A new day
For tomorrow is a new day And quitter I am not I'm a fighter, of that I'm sure Picking up the pieces of a broken self, Though sometimes life knocks me down I try my best to get back up Eventually I get swallowed by the noise My mind can't decide what's up or down Trying me in maddening ways Fighting against the current I fall prey to those who aim to hurt me Stretched out by others expectations And growing weaker by the day Wishing I was somewhere else Ignoring what is good for me So I feel like I'm alone in this world Sometimes I struggle to connect with people And I make things harder on myself then they need To be There are times I just wanna give up. A little secret about me…
By Tressa Rose2 months ago in Poets
Forever mine
This was written for a prompt about a sex robot. Here is the link if you'd like to check it out! Antony and Lilah, were every person's dream couple. At least, that's how things were in Lilah's head. In real life, her and Antony met on a dating site, and had been hooking up since. She was aware he was engaged, but he promised to leave her. Months passed as the FWB rendezvous continued on, but Lilah was becoming impatient.
By Tressa Rose3 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - February 2024
Simply Me.Top Story - February 2024
I'll start this off by saying that if I had to choose a word for this next year on Vocal, it would be Discovery. Vocal has been my breakthrough for my writing. What I mean by that, is I have enjoyed writing since I can remember. As a child, and into my teens I loved writing poems and song lyrics, and eventually started writing fictional love stories. But then I became an adult, and that life hit me like a freight train. Writing fell on the back burner for many years, even though I still had a desire deep down to continue it. I always let life get in the way though. And then, in my early 30's I ran across the Vocal platform. A spark lit back up in me, just a small one though. Because unfortunately at the time I was stuck in an unhealthy addiction which consumed my time and energy. So I signed up for the yearly subscription, and started to write. And boy did I write, for several months in fact. But sadly a year down the road I looked at my progress, and all I had to show for it were a bunch of unfinished drafts. I was going through so much I didn't really have the ability or attention span to commit myself to what I so badly wanted to do. With that being said, and before I can talk about my goals and aspirations for this new year on Vocal, I need to give you a bit more insight into my past.
By Tressa Rose3 months ago in Motivation
