I sought to step outside my door,
Escape the melancholy of this house
And find myself some happy news.
And at my feet I found a rose,
A gentle scent that filled my nose,
The vibrant red of
Patterned petals spiraling
Softly towards a crimson heart.
And I wondered whose rose this was,
This beautiful budding stem,
I looked around but only found,
The rose was just for me.
I picked it up, careful of its
Thrifty thorns and
I adored it so.
I wanted not to let it go,
I wanted to keep it safe
In my grasps,
I wanted to call it mine.
But I soon realized that
I would do it wrong,
For I have no vase to house it in,
No place to keep for so long.
So I let it go, threw it to the wind,
Freed it from my binding grip,
And as my tears did slowly drip
I watched it drift forever away.
What is the Stantonian Association of Interesting People?
My friends, this blog is dedicated to those men and women who go out of their way to be remarkably interesting. In other words, all of those fascinating Stanton students (or, in the rarest of cases, students from other schools) can join this blog to appreciate creative writing developed by us students. I, Braden Beaudreau, the creator of this blog, will post my past, present, and future works on this website, and those who join and comment will get the same opportunities. May all of you live in happiness and peace, and never forget: being interesting is the only way to stand out from the masses.
SUPER SADNESS.
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