We're all like fallen apples
Feb 4

We're all like fallen apples
that are bruised to the touch
some tumbled from great heights
and smashed on the ground
others took longer to ripe
and others are more round
some are sweet
and some are sour
some are blooming this very hour
I know apples that have holes
bites were taken
and they're broken to the core
some apples are rotten
and some apples are not
but just like us
some apples are in between
and I'd eat them anyway

Apples can come in all shapes and sizes,
Haakon B Wiken
Haakon B Wiken
Jul 22, 2014      Jul 23, 2014

Apples can come in all shapes and sizes,
Two apples they are not the same,
See one and it's in your hand before it realizes,
Choosing the right one is part of the game,

They can look so sweet from where you sit,
But once you bite into that rotten part,
It changes your whole perception of it,
And can send and arrow through your heart,

To me I'm an apple not wholly bad,
To you the shiniest and most delectable you'd seen,
Sadly more bitter than you what thought you had,
But with time to ripen fit for my queen.

For apples to be we are both bruised,
We have been hurt and reduced,
Some visible, and some I denied the clues,
Yet together us perfectly flawed apples have fused,

Like a pair that only comes in a dual pack,
Still we cannot unfeel what we have felt,
Nor take back the damage i have dealt.
I vow to bring us back on track.

Let me be your sun,
Your source of growth,
Your only one,
So hear my oath.

I will be your love, your inspiration,
Like the apple of your first impression,
We will roll down hills and across nations,
For this is the long run and not a single session.

I see now that we could endure any weather
From stormy oceans to scorching heat
And one day i hope our seeds grow a tree together
That no other apple could possibly beat.

A something something that flowed through me one late night
And you were looking at apples.
Analise Quinn
Analise Quinn
Sep 11, 2014

I remember bumping into you
At the grocery store,
Looking at produce.

And I was looking at pears
And you were looking at apples.

You called "Hey!"
And I suddenly wished
I had worn make-up that day.

But I couldn't ignore you,
So I said "Hi"
While butterflies in my stomach
Shone through my eyes.

We made small talk,
Talked about the weather,
My family,

Then the conversation turned to apples,
And you asked my opinion.

I've never been good at short answers-
This time was no exception.

I said,
"I think apples can be a metaphor
For humans.
Some people are sweet
But if they go too long without love,
They turn rotten.
Others are sour
But that's what makes them
Some are loved as soon as they come in,
And others get passed around
And never picked,
Dropped and bruised,
And they are thrown away
Before they can go bad."

You nodded and listened,
Obviously paying thought.
"Do you have any others ideas on the merits
Of apples?"

I started to blush,
I wanted to bite my tongue,
But for some reason,
I offered,
"Only that I've heard-
I don't know if it's even true-
That in Ancient Greece
Throwing an apple at a woman
Was considered a marriage proposal."

You raised your eyebrows,
And picked up an apple,
Looking at  it in your hand,

#love   #apples   #goofy  
Kate Lion
Kate Lion
Feb 20, 2013

And perhaps every love story is the same story
Perhaps we've all just conditioned ourselves to tell it differently
In ways that make the most sense to us.

*apples have nothing to do with it*.
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ the Smartass Rabbi

Poverty and no health insurance coverage keeps the doctor away ~
apples have nothing to do with it.

Health insurance
Ten red apples grow on a tree .
Feb 19, 2014

Ten red apples grow on a tree .
5 for you and 5 for me....

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a craving for apples
Brianna D
Jul 28, 2013

So long have I had
a craving for apples
But wherever I look
all the apples have dents
or nicks
or bruises
that flaw their once-perfect skin
They're all the same
But one day
one apple in particular
caught my eye
It had perfect skin
No dents
No nicks
No bruises
No flaws
It was the prettiest,
most shiniest apple you've ever seen
"Eat me", it said
And as hunger got the best of me
and I took a bite
I realized that it was a rotten apple
On the inside

For apples are not my main meal

Crisp, candy, crunch
Eat them for breakfast, brunch, and lunch
Not dinner you say?
You can steal them away
For apples are not my main meal

Ashley Willson
Ashley Willson
Dec 23, 2012      Dec 24, 2012

Were they supple and
Were they sweet
Fragrance crushed
Beneath our feet.

Orchard wild and
Orchard fair
The applewood
As light as air.

Was it nice and
Was it kind
To hold that orchard
In my mind.

Mem'ry sure and
Mem'ry true
Soft fruit and bough
Bears thought of you.

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