My Name is Rose Mary. I am a Cross Country runner, its my life for now. i love to play/watch basketball. I am a pretty athletic person. So if you knew me i guess you could never see me as a writer. but its what i do, its how i straightin out my life. I've been writing since i was in 7th grade one day i just picked up a pen and went with how i felt. I've kept jurnals since.. there was a time where i stoped and didnt have the motvation to pick up a pen and do my thing, but once i found out what ive been missing, i havent stoped since. i feed off cridicizum(how ever you spell it) so leave me comments. i will definayly comment back. beacuse i like to check out what else is out there and how different other poets writing are than mine. Let me know what you think.
Strength..
what would we be without it?
Would it be worth seein' the day?
Every night, in every way?
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Last…
Everything feels like it should finish last…
That it should just for fit.
How can you end what’s in the past?
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*sighzz...
What of the world today?
What about the world tomorrow?
What about the world when it’s all filled with sorrow?
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Man oh man,
what do you do, what do you do..
when your still here..
thinkin of this world today?
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Why do we create such negative atmosphere’s?
So much of it.. that we find the littlest things to fear.
Why do we try to hold so close to us what seems so dear?
Even if it’s wrong, we can't seem to let go..
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