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A Story by Rose
Walking in the abandoned hallway after school, the boy forgets all else and lets himself think, truly think. He thinks about meaningless things; will ..
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A Poem by Rose
In a glass cage,The walls are iridescent.And although the bird could see the land ahead,She knew, that to hope,Would only be a rotten mirage.Trapped i..
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A Poem by Rose
"Rose," I say, only it comes out as air.No sound.No words.We live in two different worlds, You and I.And I keep away from your world.Out of Fear? Of R..
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A Poem by Rose
Are happiest girls the prettiest girls?If so, one could call meBeautiful.
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A Poem by Rose
My fingers flutter over the porcelain keys,and a black tune overshadows all else.The only place to hold passion and release itin the form of art,is in..
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A Poem by Rose
The girl with the flower sprints in and out of view,partially hidden by the invasive tangled greenery of the jungle.Her black, braided hair bounces be..
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A Poem by Rose
No,Creativity does not just flow out of me,like a piece of bark from a long-lost tree,drifting solemnly downstream.The water doesn't guide me, as it w..
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A Poem by Rose
I sit here, staring at this paper,willing the words to come.But like a waning plant,I can't seem to reach the sun.
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