One by one
My petals fell
And I gradually
Became a weed

My beautiful flower
That blossomed and bloomed
Wilted over the seasons
That you controlled

I thrived through spring
Flourished in the summer
Drooped in the fall
And faded into nothing in the winter

A rose full of life
Vivid with color
Became an eye sore
Amongst the other flowers

Now I am nothing
But a useless, ugly weed
Deprived of life and love
And from my only sun

Romie Shaked
Romie Shaked
Jun 9, 2013

and
                                    as the flowers wilted
so did my love
                          for you
and you were thrown away
                and forgotten about
                                                           until the new you came along

{r.s.}

Amanda Jerry
Amanda Jerry
Jul 20, 2013      Jul 21, 2013

I can feel my hopelessness in my legs
They’re all sort of settled, sinking into the bed like logs into soft loam
burrowed into by all manner of insects,
hardening their tongues into little tubes and sucking out my flesh with a mighty slurp.
I have found that I exist in a perpetual sigh
apart from every once in a while, when I pause to eat and sleep and watch a car go by with one headlight out at 12:53 in the morning.
Well, what shall we do with a drunken sailor?
I whisper some heathen's prayer that this gross longing originates somewhere outside of myself. I have to find a wall far away and break it down. I don’t want to get trapped under my own rubble anymore. Better to be drowned than crushed.

**wilting**
s
s
May 18

he called me his flower
and he was my sun
but now the clouds have come
and i am
wilting

#love   #nature  

And as I stagnate here
by my own devices

I envy
their ignorance

Now they're wilting faster than I ever did
Christopher Zaghi
Christopher Zaghi
12 minutes ago

My stem has grown bent and ugly

And my petals have holes

From diseased bugs that have nibbled on my precious silk

My leaves are dry and tinted yellow

And my pollen is putrid and stale


---


I watch the other flowers grow green and tall around me

Their blooms burst and rape the eye with colour

Passersby stand still

Mesmorized by the utter beauty of my poison friends

They pick and pick and pick at them

Their petals full

Their pollen intoxicating every hand that touched them

Yet I stood bent

Still rooted and hoping to be plucked

But they spit on me

And the other flowers laughed

I was useless in their world


---


So I wilted faster and knelt closer to the ground

I slowly fell

Each piece of my body decayed and went back to the ground

And I sprung up weeks later

Among all the perfect blooms


---


I was reborn a weed

Much bigger than the pretties beside me

Yet they still laughed

So I grew

And I ate their sun

And I breathed in all their air

Now they're wilting faster than I ever did

They'll soon be gone

And i'll be the only one left

But I guess it doesn't matter anyway

They still pass by without even a glance

It seems it was all in vain

Because I'm wilting

again

Christopher Zaghi 2014
Bailey C Walter
Jun 7, 2011

In this unconscionable soul rests a being
Void of knowledge, yet engaging in life
He has become stranded in his path
Nevertheless, he knows where to go, but reluctantly does not follow

The inability to stick with his logic has become a downfall
Blinded by the subtleness of repetition
He continues, unsurprised
Caught up in his unrequited lust for more

Sometimes, however, he finds truth in the greatest parts of his life
But instantly the figure appears, blinding
The figure haunts his memory
As dark as it is, he refuses to release it

Some unknown burden holds him closely
Entangled from years of darkness
Is it possible to even discover light?
Or is he eternally traveling with bloodless hands, outstretched in potential?

I find myself only able to whisper softly among the screams echoing in his head
Is it worth your life?
Without this burden you can truly find yourself
Can’t you see what it has made you?

Nothing more than a spec of dust in the ground
Worthless, beaten down by others
He placed himself in this state
Continuing to wander, as he desires
Hoping that in his brokenness he can bring life to something
The only influence he has is the darkness that consumes his soul

At one moment was change possible
Yet once again he has turned away
To find his worth in the loneliness of states
Unable to find redemption in his hollow face

a wilting rose
Jenna Gibson
Jenna Gibson
Oct 9, 2012

The moon,
a wilting rose
with light frost sprinkled on it.

The petals gently flit away
drifting onto the crisp snow below

He loves me,
He loves me not,
He loves me,
He loves me not,
He loves me,
He loves me not,
Until only a bare stem remains

A new moon has risen:
a rose that once burst with red vibrance,
now just a crooked stem,
plucked and abandoned in the snow

and my soul wilting
shaidéa
shaidéa
Aug 25, 2013

I live (survive)
feeling worthless 
for after a while
I run out of reasons
excuses to feel worthy
exemplary of feeling anything
except the numbness
and my soul wilting 
like fallen leaves in autumn 
without the beauty
(sw)

that I was a wilting flower
Emi
Emi
Nov 19, 2013

My mother once told me
that I was a wilting flower
who refused to drink water
She said I never let in the people
who love me and instead only went
for the people who never would

Maybe shes right
I don't know whats wrong with me
I only want the people I now will
one day leave

 
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