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Literature
Childhood - Something Extraordinary
Ever since he can remember, David was always the popular boy. His blond hair and green eyes made him an aspiration for the boys and a fantasy for the girls. Far from humble and an extrovert in his own right, he constantly had a band of carefully selected children surrounding him, dying to hear the latest developments of David-Land. David chose the people in his little group himself; people he knew would have too little self-esteem to do nothing else but put him on a pedestal and worship him as if he were an idol. The teachers didn't even know what to make of it: an 8 year old with a herd of school children following him around the playground, hanging on every word he spoke. Yes, this was how David lived his life, one of extravagance and luxury, in which he was the only person that mattered and no one ever disagreed with him. That is, until one chilly Autumn day, when a new kid showed up in David's class.
The child looked like the product of a science experiment gone wrong. In all likel
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Literature
Misfortune - Unknown
I met you by chance
The meeting completely unplanned
You told me to trust you
And you took me by the hand
You were kind and patient
You taught me how to feel alive
I learned quickly
And your teachings made me thrive
One day, I came to you
Seeking more
You refused, saying I wasn't ready
That you couldn't teach me anymore
I didn't believe you
I asked you why
"I've found a new student,"
You solemnly replied
You were cruel
And you left me alone
Now I have no teacher
I am completely unknown
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Literature
No Time - Rescue
Cut and run
Luxury in the details
Picture perfect
For dark dreams have arrived
Trust in a ritual
The pure legends of the future
Rescue first, think later
Live in the thrill
Dying in the art
Because you wish for tear drops
Epic madness turns on you
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Literature
Memory - Will You?
Look around
Look at the faces of your friends
Their tears, their smiles
Come tomorrow or the next day
Will you remember?
In a week from now, a month, a year
Will you remember this moment, right now?
This single moment, will you be able to recall it?
What will you remember?
The candles flickering on the floor?
The notes of the guitar and how they resonate within these walls?
What will you remember, when we've all gone our separate way?
What will you remember, when we're all grown?
Will you remember?
Can you remember?
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Literature
Sorrow - Can't Lose You
Your side of the bed remains, untouched
It still smells of you, lavender and honeysuckle.
I sleep in the bed sometimes, just to smell it
But the more I do that, the more it smells like me
All your paints are still lined up in the study
Just the way you always liked them
They all just sit there
Waiting for a chance that will never come
Your mug still sits on the counter top
The coffee it holds vile and spoiled
But it waits
As if its drinker will come back at any moment
The dirt from your grave is still in my shoes
Dried and cracked, but it's there
I don't want to wash off my shoes
For fear of losing you forever
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Literature
Tears - The Funeral
At Brian's funeral his parents came up to me. They told me about how sorry they were, that I was there to watch him die. They said if they could turn back time, they would have stopped him from going to Jennette's party. They would have made sure he didn't drink. They wouldn't have let him get in the car. But, they tell me, they couldn't have done that, because they weren't there, not like I was. His mother looks at me with a passive-aggressive stare as if to say, 'You could have saved him. You could have insisted you drive instead of him. If it weren't for you, he'd still be alive.' I know, or at least I hope, she doesn't really mean it. It's the grief and sorrow talking. She did loose her only son. Brian's father has continued speaking, saying that if I need any grief or trauma consoling, that he'd be happy to pay for it. I nod and mumble a 'thank you'. I tried to walk up to his casket, to try to pray, even if I don't really believe in god. It would make everyone happy, I think, to s
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Literature
Innocence - Little Girls
A little girl stands before her mother's bedroom door. Her hands are behind her back and she's bouncing back and forth from her toes to her heals, waiting for her mother to get off the telephone so she can show her what she made in class today.
'Yes.' The girl hears her mother say, 'It's true. There was an explosion. Yes. Yes, on the field.' The mother's voice falters and continues speaking. 'They're sending the ashes over soon. God, I can't believe it. I've tried telling Suzie, but I can't bring myself to do it.' At the mention of her name, Suzie perks up but it then disappointed when she hears only 'grown-up talk'. 'I'm not sure what to say. I don't even think she has any idea what dying even means. All right. Okay. You too. And thank you. Bye Lynette.' Suzie hears her mother hang up the phone and immediately rushes into the room screaming in her high little voice, 'Look! Look what I made in school today!' She waves the crudely drawn picture in her mother's face. Suzie jumps up on th
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Literature
Silence - Keep Quiet
You must keep quiet
For the monsters are coming out
They will hear your screams
For your mother and for light
And they will find you
They will hear your pleas
For mercy and grace
And they will come to get you
But no one else will
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Literature
Moving On
I am finally moving on. Almost.
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Literature, a bit of traditional art, and some photography.

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The Hunt :iconsunlight-festival:Sunlight-Festival 1 6
Quilava by JemLeigh Quilava :iconjemleigh:JemLeigh 362 78
Literature
Worth it
I am worth it
We are worth it
Beyond our wildest dreams
You cannot
Cannot imagine what we will do
Don't end it now though it seems so dark
Don't end it now though it is so hard
You are worth it
So damn worth it
Don't ever let them tell you that your not,
You are worth it
Goddamn worth it,
How can people
Be so cruel?
Beyond me, it is beyond me
But please, please
Just keep on living
Just keep on going
You can change the world so soon.
You are worth it
Goddamn worth it
Better believe it,
So damn worth it
So don't pull the trigger
Don't tie the knot
Don't make the jump because
You are worth it
Goddamn worth it
Just know
Say it now:
"I am Worth it."
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Stargazer by JemLeigh Stargazer :iconjemleigh:JemLeigh 91 93 Lost Love by JemLeigh Lost Love :iconjemleigh:JemLeigh 83 19
Literature
Bloody Sunday
I hate bloody Sundays
Standing on the cliff edge
Of the curb, teetering on the brink,
Waiting for my ride, wandering
Should I take the risk of the fall
In the hope that he will catch me?
Every bloody Sunday I stand here
Nerves coiled tight, ready to spring
Into action, get me away from here,
To back away from the edge.
Sometimes he come for me, but most Sundays
He stays away, remote. I never take that leap
Of faith, faith he tells me
Is the most important thing.
Faith in him, to him and to him only.
I assure him time and time again
I am faithful. I am yours, your only,
Solitary, single but for you.
But still he asks me, why, why,
If I am as loving and adoring as I claim...
Why do I not take the leap? Trust and take
the plunge into the deep where strange fish swim
Alongside us as we hurtle into that dark abyss.
I can only say "I just hate bloody Sundays"
One night, one night, one bloody Sunday
He doesn't ask. No longer cares for my permission
Nor for me, if he ever did. If he ever wante
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Ruby Wings by JemLeigh Ruby Wings :iconjemleigh:JemLeigh 184 63 Steampunk Dalek by Promus-Kaa Steampunk Dalek :iconpromus-kaa:Promus-Kaa 3,901 866
Literature
The Last Dreamer
The cell is a perfect cube made from grey concrete. There are no doors or windows or any form of entrance or exit. There are no cracks or blemishes of any sort to mar the perfect smoothness of the prison. There is a light in the exact centre of the ceiling, a harshly glowing sphere, half buried in the grey concrete. There is a chair directly under it. It too is made from concrete, and mimics the squareness of the cell. It is formed of thick blocks which join together and to the floor, which is thick with a fine, unidentifiable powder, without any visible seam or join.
In this chair sits the Last Dreamer. He does not sit there by choice- he is strapped into a stiff, straight-backed position by tight iron bands, which are located at his neck, wrists, ankles, upper and lower arms, thighs, calves and chest. He wears a long robe which shimmers with different colours as it reflects the light, like oil in a rain puddle- now green, now silver, now aquamarine. It's hood is drawn up over his hea
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The Prince and the Lord by JaviDLuffy The Prince and the Lord :iconjavidluffy:JaviDLuffy 691 234
Literature
Silent Pleas
She was sunbathing in the
courtyard. Her hair was golden and beautiful. She was kind too. That's why he
loved her.
He was desperately calling for
her. He approached, kneeled beside her.
"I love you," he whispered
softly, and held her close.
Her tight fist spilled an empty pill
bottle and he began to cry.
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Literature
Waiting Room Disease
A terrible, contagious contamination
Has struck the doctors waiting room-
Each and every would-be patient
Has become temporarily invisible.
And behind the desk
A receptionist hands out brochures and plastic smiles,
And tells them not to worry, to have a seat-
They will be seen shortly.
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Journal History

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Rosefeather333

Artist | Student
United States
they/them/theirs, American, twenty-one, avid reader

Photography, Poetry, Prose

Various fandoms, bad jokes, feminism, theatre

Enjoy or not. Your choice.
Interests
Hasn't it? Yeah, it has.

Well, I'm not dead nor have I spontaneously combusted. I'm now in my penultimate year of high school and am now very into theatre. 

I'll hopefully be updating soon with some pieces of writing I've done in my time away.

That's all for now!

~ Rose
  • Listening to: The Killers - Mr Brightside
  • Reading: Catcher in the Rye - J. D. Salinger

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DanceToTheMoon Featured By Owner May 24, 2012
Um, dA says it's your b-day. So happy birthday! :aww: :iconhappybirthdayplz:
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ice-or-fire Featured By Owner May 23, 2012
Hello!:iconhappehdanceplz:
Happy [early] birthday!
Wishing you another wonderful year of happiness and joy!
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GothB4play Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2012
Love, love your Ruby!!
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Rosefeather333 Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2012  Student
Well, actually she's not mine. She's ~DovahD's and I wrote it for her a while ago. But thank you.
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Mad42Sam Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2011   Digital Artist
Thank you for the fav )
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Rosefeather333 Featured By Owner Nov 15, 2011  Student
Any time.
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rj3987 Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2011
Have a lovely day!
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Rosefeather333 Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2011  Student
You too. Good lice to you!
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MooseWoodson Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks so much for the fav! Nerdfighters unite! :D
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