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The Rose


A Poem by xGenevaxx
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This story is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.

In the winds, the pure black winds,

Her hair blows, Her blonde hair, blows

She sits in the white, cold corner.

mommy, moomy, daddy, daddy

she screamed at herself. Her eyes red as blood,

Her hands forgetting she hold the White rose,

has shivered in blood no longer.

Sticky and dried on her pale white skin,

orgetting the pain of the thorns still stabbing threw her.

Agony.

and her white rose.


© 2009 xGenevaxx
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this was very interesting, not at all what i was expecting from a poem titled "the rose" ;] but in a good way, defninitely!
it was very...intense!
it was like the climax of a horror film, very descriptive and blunt.
and the very last two lines; agony and her white rose---> so powerful, and so thought provoking,
to think of "agony" and a white rose to symbolize death...its such a unique combination of words to create such an original thought, i cant even wrap my mind around it! hah
but great read, really ;] going on my favs!


Posted 7 Months Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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