Rose May

Joined July 2022

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Just wanted to share some words with you.

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Castle In The Sky
I’ve heard there is a castle in the sky, where all souls are safe and flowers never die. It’s total peace and harmony, and up there rests a part of me.
By Rose May4 years ago in Poets
Why?
Why ask just to refuse, then dance only to bruise? Why seek beauty to abuse, then love just to lose? - Why speak just to get the words wrong,
By Rose May4 years ago in Poets
Paralysis
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The warm yellow light danced languidly in the air, tingeing the rotting wood in inviting hues of orange.
By Rose May4 years ago in Horror
The Ocean Hearted Daughter
It is a bright and warm sunning day, A cerulean sky instead of the usual grey, When I decide to come down to the beach to play,
By Rose May4 years ago in Poets
The Beast Inside
It’s a wretched place this mind of mine, a place for monsters and fears to dine. A growling beast lurks within, the keeper of all my fears and sin.
By Rose May4 years ago in Poets
The Candle In The Window
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window-" "Oh no, not a candle!" mocks Annalise. "Was it scented? God forbid."
By Rose May4 years ago in Horror
My Forsaken Soldier
What am I supposed to do without you, my dear sweet stolen Andrew? What about little James and Sarah-lee, what are they to do without their beloved Daddy?
By Rose May4 years ago in Poets
To My Father
Sometimes when I look up and see clouds drenched in molten gold, dripping with brilliant sunrays that kiss the horizon, I think of you. I imagine you up there, basking in the pleasant heat and shining down on me.
By Rose May4 years ago in Families
Our Morning Mistress
The burning boil of the morning horizon, tinged orange with an ethereal glow. Great strokes of gold slash across an endless mirage of blue.
By Rose May4 years ago in Poets
Washed Out Rainbow
The month of pride, so colourful and joyous, when there's celebrations applenty and everyone joins us. People come together through love and music,
By Rose May4 years ago in Poets

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Castle In The Sky

Why?

Paralysis

The Ocean Hearted Daughter

The Beast Inside

The Candle In The Window

My Forsaken Soldier

To My Father

Our Morning Mistress

Washed Out Rainbow

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