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I am a daisy,
Among thousands of roses
Neither the prettiest
Nor the most attractive
I am just different
Their eyes avoid me
Not even as a sight for sore eyes
I glow in the dark
And have no thorns
Only pure white petals
And a gentle heart
She dreams, this little daisy
Her wings spread
High up in the clouds.
This heated soul
She is shy,
But behind this rough appearance
Lies something inside
Something worth more than thousands of roses side by side.
  Apr 2015 Blake A Balathunis
AJ
I don't know anymore,
Even the biggest waves crash.
Beating at a decreased speed the heart is yearning for a change.
The eyes they see an object and in envy they begin to crave.
One thought after another, it’s all the same, my brain is in a rage.
All of a sudden the thoughts become clear and fondness begins to sprout.
The envious eyes begin to mist with laughter and echo with infectious cheer.
Running down Mount Epidermis the heart feels a sudden sprinkle.
Quenched by a monsoon of tender affection the heart, it quickly starts to blossom.
A shadow no more, a feeling so familiar, the heart resonates like the beating of a drum.
I am the one form of reality that is lacking in explanation,
When it is time for me to do what must be done I leave most people with indignation.

My duties are never to damage and yet no matter how I proceed the damage is done,
In the shadows I may be found or even under the beaming light of the sun.

Because of what I do retrospectively I aid in maintaining life,
On the down side within most families, as well as communities my actions could cause strife.

Throughout the course of time no human has yet to solve my so called crime,
But with patience, focus and courage my mystery may be explained in no time.

With an anxious haste I bet you are wondering what I am
My name and purpose is fairly simple, I’m not much of a scam.

A fair warning I must give, please stay calm, take a deep breathe,
Although I have many names, one you might be familiar with is the name Death.
In a groggy haze, I awaken from my slumber.

Nothing but silence surrounds me while I wake.

Without much purpose I stand to take a shower.
                                            
Once in, I stand with my head pressed against the wall.

Tears rush so fast down my face they feel as though they are one with the water of the shower.
                                
For mere moments the heat and steam from the shower sooths my pain.

But in my mind I remember I can't spend forever in the shower.

Off the shower goes, and on and on so does my emptiness.

I walk to my car, pull out, and drive onward.

The radio is on and yet all I hear is silence, my mind is full of thoughts but yet nothing can fully process.

This world is full of people and yet I have to eyes to gaze into, no skin to smell, to hair to play with, no body to cuddle, no person to love.
The night approaches swiftly, like a tiger on the prowl,
As the night moves forward you can hear the hoots of Great Horned Owl.

The hours pass by and the clock keeps on ticking,
And here I lay on the couch just thinking.

In my time of relaxation I pondered and I thought,
Is the path that I’m on a wise one or not?

Hour after hour I begin to feel sleepy.
So I rush to my bed, relaxed, until I feel something beneath me.

In a rage the room turns pitch black, with flashes of red and yellow.
And in a panic I jump off my bed and run like a crazed fellow.

The door slams shut and my panic becomes deeper,
Until I hear the voice of a mysterious twisted creature.

“He says be wise with decisions that are made with haste,
You would never want a fortunate opportunity to go to waste.

Never feel forced to be on time with what you choose,
Because it will not be the respect of others, in which you lose.

Indecisiveness is wisdom, which with time will bloom,
So from here on out do not spend your days in gloom.

If these words are not followed, a different life you shall live.
A life in which you are selfish and refuse to charitably give.

One that is chronological and filled with bland affairs,
A life that is careless and lacking in truths or dares.

In the blink of an eye light pours in from spontaneous lightening,
And in a matter of seconds this all feels more frightening.

I turn to open the door, but the door will not open,
Scared for my life, I scream “This isn't the path I have chosen.”

As I lift my head up and turn around, the monster in no longer there,
At last my room is filled with light, it was all just an insightful nightmare.

— The End —