Azalea Rose : Writing

First Moon

First Moon

A Story by Azalea Rose


Based on an individual, etched in my brain forever
Where we were, who I was

Where we were, who I was

A Story by Azalea Rose


Nothing ever comes without a change. The way I felt is compared to a moment that doesn't exist now, but at one point it existed. If it no longer exist..
From a Girl Who Has Borderline Personality Disorder

From a Girl Who Has Borderline Personality Disorde..

A Poem by Azalea Rose


The walls were once crystal but now they're brown and left riddled with mold.Vertebrae's crack louder than dead leaves under my feet leaving pieces of..
No Entry

No Entry

A Poem by Azalea Rose


These words are from the other side.Well, I'd write them if I were there.Just look at them,I don't think they truly want to die.There's nothing wrong ..
Watching You Sleep

Watching You Sleep

A Poem by Azalea Rose


White teeth and gold-coated gums.This has never been so damn fun.Raise your solo-cups to the good times; let's celebrate.Another year gone by,now let'..
On My Martha Brae Mind

On My Martha Brae Mind

A Poem by Azalea Rose


This bill isn't high as usual, but I still must pay it.A "must" isn't an absolute "always", just thought I'd say it.Nature is rarely akin to a man and..
Save Our Souls

Save Our Souls

A Poem by Azalea Rose


I don't like where this is heading, where does this lead?A burnt down house that was once blue,now exists as a generational seed.A blooming revolution..
Life is on a Clock

Life is on a Clock

A Poem by Azalea Rose


This moment gone with a tongue.Clocks striking twelve,senses aware of electric hands.Fingers point at time ticking tranquilly.A yellow glisten is shon..
Harris and Klebold

Harris and Klebold

A Poem by Azalea Rose


Mind of school shooter
Love Triangle

Love Triangle

A Story by Azalea Rose


Heart-shaped drunk goggles are put on in an underwater bar.

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