Whitney Roden

Joined May 2022

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Bio

My name is Whitney and I have been an avid reader since I was 3. I am currently going to school to be an educator for elementary and collaborative students. I am also a painter and photographer. I hope you enjoy reading my work!

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After
Did you remember how it felt not to have to fight? To simply be, to love, to laugh, and watch birds soar out of sight? To sit outside, enjoy the breeze, and see the turning of the leaves.
By Whitney Roden2 years ago in Poets
The Tempest
"Too much heartbreak in too little time" This, it seems, is our melancholy rhyme In the last four months we have endured
By Whitney Roden2 years ago in Poets
Blue Bird
My self-esteem has never been great Then I met you and thought, "It's not too late!" "I can finally spread my wings and fly"
By Whitney Roden2 years ago in Poets
Lives Like the Leaves
Our lives are much like the leaves When we're born, just like in Spring Our bodies are small like tiny buds Straining for every bit of sun
By Whitney Roden2 years ago in Poets
The Sands of Time
Time is like fine grains of sand No matter how hard you try, it slips through your hands You try to grab it You try to hold on
By Whitney Roden2 years ago in Poets
Cold Stone Walls
I walk these long and lonely halls Trapped inside these cold stone walls I travel here and must remember Not warm June but cold December
By Whitney Roden2 years ago in Poets
Fairies in the Flowers
Tiptoe through the flowers Softly through the grove Playing there for hours All the fairies go Soaking up the moonbeams
By Whitney Roden2 years ago in Poets
Top Story - May 2022
I Need to Tell You SomethingTop Story - May 2022
I hold the piece of paper in my trembling hands. The wrinkles from how often I crumpled the paper only to straighten it back out again as I changed my mind one more time making the material feel almost soft. I wrote this letter knowing that I would not be able to keep my thoughts straight without it. My mouth is dry, it feels as if I have inhaled sand and I lick my lips to try and get myself ready to speak. I know what I have come here to say today will be difficult. I look at the wrinkled notebook paper with its tattered edges from the spiral and begin to read.
By Whitney Roden2 years ago in Families

Whitney Roden

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After

The Tempest

Blue Bird

Lives Like the Leaves

The Sands of Time

Cold Stone Walls

Fairies in the Flowers

I Need to Tell You SomethingTop Story - May 2022

Stories (8/0)