All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Underground Beuty
Twelve roses red as blood sit in a glass vase on your counter top.
They carry themselves with the pride of a young child and their first taste of sweet freedom.
They flaunt their youth through the blossom of their buds and the firmness of their stems.
You wish they would stay like that forever.
You wish you could awake every morning to their sweet essence and ignorant glee.
But day by day, their vivacity will drain.
Their flowers will brown and their stems sag.
The weight of time sits heavy on their petals, dragging them down, under the ground and into the earth, where beauty goes when it dies.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.