Flower
-A short story-
Olivia williams

     A meadow with a girl surrounded by grass and flowers of all types, shapes, sizes, and colors. Out of all of them, there is a very unique and special yellow rose whose petals feel like fur and whose patterns are different and special.
    The patterns consist of many yellow and white polka dots and the special, strange rose is as big as the girl's hand. She picks the flower, curious, happy, and calm, admiring its beauty as her brown hair flows in the soft mild wind. Other kids are playing tag around her, but she feels different, as they are all surrounded by different flowers, and the yellow rose is alone. She takes it home, plants it in her garden, and cares for it. Soon, the flower grows like no other, but it's still alone.
       The girl picks a petal daily, and each petal gives her a new adventure, task, a new experience in her life. The new experience leads to things both good and bad. The flower becomes a guide for her, helping her navigate through everything. For every boulder she pushes, it still seems to bring her down, but with the help and pride of watching her flower grow, she gets through all the ups and downs of life. Soon, she becomes a teenager, but still, the flower is there, leading her through some of the toughest and most crucial points of life.
    One breezy fall evening, bundled in her fall coat, white hat, and white mittens, she ventures through her neighborhood and to school. Soon she realizes, as she grows closer, that even though it is a weekend, the gates are open. She steps from the pavement to the grass and she can almost feel the soft grass through her sneakers.
      After a walk, she notices that all the flowers are picked dry and soon learns that the flowers the other children had gave them irresistible options, and the flowers made them rich and cruel. As days go on, she gets bullied for not being like her other classmates. One foggy night, she returns from school and sits down on her bed, frustrated, upset, and angry with her so-called “friends”. They seem to make fun of her so much. After she eats supper, she goes to water her rose but as soon as she touches it, the petals and her hand glow.        
       The glowing spreads through her body and she feels different and strange. Soon she notices the new power that Rose has given her. It had given her the power of strength, the power to never give up, the power of hope. She no longer feels angry and comes to terms with her situation. She decides that she needs to learn to love herself for who she is and after a while becomes a unique and special flower, just like that unique, special yellow polka dot Rose.

Clinking metal,
Cold against bruised skin.
Hope lost,
No where within.
Strength gone,
They stole from me.
I try to escape,
But my chains,
Forever hold me.
Inch thick,
Cement wall,
Chain attached,
Ive hope for escape,
But mental—
physical pain,
Seems to,
Forever last.
Chains are what’s holding me back.
Regret,
Pain,
Shame.
“Im not worthy”
“I’ll never be perfect”
“I’ll never be loved”
“I’ll never be safe”
“Im scared to grow up”
“I’ve already lost my faith”
And yet I'm here,
I’m alive,
But why do I feel so empty?
The answer is these chains,
That hold me tight.

Dad, your my strength
In so many ways
Your love
As bright as stars
They light the way
You use your strength to guide me
When I fall
Far away
Your my hero dad
More than words could say
All you’ve done
You’ve worked
So hard
To put food on the table
And to offer us safety
When we lost ours
You’ve offered your strength
You’ve offered your love
You’ve offered your heart
And your kindness
That shines through
Like a dove
Your hearts so big
To carry this much
But I can’t be more thankful
As your always there
Even when we can’t be in touch
I love you dad
More than words can say
Your my hero
No matter when my fails get in the way
I love you
To the moon and back
Past the stars
Love surpasses that
Especially ours

BURDEN
A Poem by Olivia Williams
Metal chains,
Weighing down
Blood-covered wrists.
No one has noticed or found.
Rocks on my shoulders,
Heavy and cracked,
Past repair.
Stuck in a storm of despair,
Repeated thoughts
That swarms my mind.
Tangled up in guilt,
No denying
That flicker I need
Always fades.
The people that love me
Always end up in my web of betrayals.
I scream in silence,
Either no one hears
Or no one cares.
A battle started,
With no way to win.
Fighting and fighting,
But this burden traps me within.
I feel their looks,
Always concerned.
I can't explain,
As I always blame myself, thinking,
“It’s my fault, I could have stopped it.”
I know this is what I’ve earned.
I try to speak,
And to explain,
But my burden
Drags everything—
Including my family and friends—
Farther and farther
Away.
This storm strips me of my life,
Of what I hope.
I drag them down
When I crash my boat.
One day I'll break.
They'll notice,
And fear
That I'll fall and break,
And I'll be too far beyond repair.
I push everyone close
With my smile,
Even though it's fake,
But then I push them back out.
I'm just afraid for them to see
How torn I truly am.
I want to heal,
I want to let go.
I'll always be the weight,
And the burden
That holds everyone
Apart.
Because when I share what I feel,
I tear others apart.
I burden everyone I see,
And I feel so bad.
Now I’m stuck in this loop—
Of pain, betrayal, getting help, and giving up—
With no way out.
This is my burden, always here.
I need people to listen—
PLEASE LISTEN!
PLEASE HEAR!!!

They warned me,
Life was unforgivable.

They warned me,
Life hurts.

They warned me,
I shouldn’t expect perfection.

They warned me,
I have to be stronger,
Than others actions or words.

They warned,
and warned me some more,
Everyday.
THAT day i decayed,
In silence.

I NEVER expected,
the world could hurt,
As much as I was told.
Those warnings,
Are so much more.
My limits were tested,
Far out of the shore.  

It’s most Important to head,
Warnings when they come.
Now Im on the run,
From life’s worst nightmares,
That send boulders,
tumbling down my path.

Im forever lost in regret,
Low self esteem,
Health conditions,
cluelessness,
Mixed with dreams.

I hope one day,
I’ll be someone great,
But Im lost for-now.

Even though,
They warned me,
Life would hurt.

I didn’t follow,
What they warned me.

Begin with a question no one wants answered.
Write as if gravity stopped working for one day.
Describe a home you’ve never lived in but still miss.
Begin in the middle of an argument and don’t explain it.
Write from the perspective of a falling star.
Describe love using only mechanical imagery.
Begin with the line “Everyone disappeared at once.”
Imagine you are the last memory someone will ever have.
Write a poem using only instructions (e.g., “step one…”).
Describe what lives between seconds.
Write as if the earth is writing a diary.
Imagine the scent of grief and describe it.
Begin with “This is the part I never talk about…”
Write from the perspective of something melting.
Describe what hides in silence.
Imagine you woke up in someone else’s past.
Write about a map with no destination.
Begin with a riddle and unravel it as a poem.
Write a poem as if your body could talk.
Describe a fear that grows roots.
Write as if you're trapped in a moment forever.
Begin with a sound that doesn’t exist.
Write about a name you’ve forgotten but feel deeply.
Describe betrayal without using words of anger.
Imagine your dreams were someone else’s reality.
Write from the perspective of a message in a bottle.
Begin with “They warned me, but…”
Describe what remains after joy leaves.
Imagine your voice got lost — where did it go?
Write a poem about the space between letters.
Describe a day that repeats endlessly.
Write as if you’re becoming someone else mid-sentence.
Begin with an echo that won't stop.
Describe the sound of forgetting.
Write from the point of view of a shadow left behind.
Imagine a clock that runs on emotion instead of time.
Begin with “The sky cracked open…”
Write about a song that only you can hear.
Describe a truth you found by accident.
Write a poem as if the seasons refused to change.
Imagine color could bleed — what would it stain?
Begin with “I borrowed this from a stranger…”
Write from the perspective of the wind carrying news.
Describe the weight of silence between two people.
Write a poem in the form of a confession to nature.
Imagine a street that leads to nowhere — and stays there.
Begin with a warning etched in glass.
Describe a memory that never belonged to you.
Write about an emotion that escaped its name.
Begin with “This place doesn’t forgive easily…”
Describe a sky that reflects your regrets.
Imagine your breath could leave messages.
Write a poem about a scar that speaks.
Begin with a lullaby that disturbs instead of comforts.
Write from the perspective of the first lie ever told.
Describe a garden that grows only at night.
Imagine snow that burns instead of cools.
Begin with “The truth wore a disguise…”
Write about a language made only of touch.
Describe a poem that writes itself when you sleep.
Write as if light were a person chasing you.
Begin in the middle of someone else’s dream.
Write about something that disappears when named.
Imagine you can hear the thoughts of objects.
Begin with a knock that comes from inside you.
Write from the voice of something artificial discovering beauty.
Describe a season that doesn’t exist.
Imagine you're made of glass — what cracks first?
Begin with “It wasn’t supposed to end like this…”
Write a poem shaped like a question mark — metaphorically.
Describe an echo that lies.
Write as if you’re searching for a missing feeling.
Begin with the sentence “I never saw their face.”
Describe the morning after everything changed.
Write from the perspective of a candle remembering fire.
Imagine a world where people wear their memories.
Begin with the words “Some things refuse to be buried…”
Describe grief as if it were a house.
Write as if a storm wrote you a letter.
Imagine your spine holds stories — tell one.
Begin with a whisper no one hears but you.
Write about a promise that changed shape.
Describe joy as a place you can visit.
Imagine your name was a password to another life.
Write from the perspective of forgotten laughter.
Begin with a voice that doesn’t match the speaker.
Write a poem that feels like an unfinished sentence.
Describe the last word spoken by a dying star.
Imagine time collapses into one single second — describe it.
Write a poem about the smell of memory.
Begin with “I waited too long to…”
Write from the perspective of a heartbeat outside the body.
Describe a moment that never began but still ended.
Imagine you can only speak in colors — write the conversation.
Write a poem where gravity slowly fades away.
Begin with the phrase “This is where I disappear.”
Describe a thunderstorm as a character.
Write as if each word is a footstep away from truth.
Imagine a poem told through broken mirrors.
Begin with “I met myself yesterday…”

For you dad! -Love- Olivia

Dad,
You always hold my hand
You always guide me through
I trust you with my heart
As your one I always knew
You held me at birth
And you hold me still
You hold your head up high
And hold mine up to
Your my protector
Your my angel
Your the one I’ll always love
You hold me up when I fall
You guide me from the dark
I love you so much dad
More than words can say
I love you to infinity and beyond
And To the moon and back
Your heart guides me through
All the struggles I face
You block everything
When life gets in the way
“I love you dad”
I’ll always pray

Mom- p2
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Mom
Your arms are always open
To comfort and guide
You eyes always light up when you smile
Or when you laugh
Your hugs always comfort when I cry
You ears are always open
To listen, never judge
Your love is unconditional
your as gentle as a dove
Your kindness shines
Through
Your love
Never gone
You shine a light down my path
When I’m in fog
Your heart always holds
A place in my heart
I love you mom
Were connected like stars
The moon is you
Bright and soothing
Your light leads the way
When people betray
Your strength picks me up
When I’ve fallen down
I love you mom
More than you could imagine
We’re forever connected
No matter how much we fall down

Pride month.
Flags of all kind,
Hoping to find someone else,
Who wears there flag proud.
As I only have 2 friends,
Who I know,
That share there story and beliefs,
Proud.
I want to be that person too.
So I’m writing this to talk.
That it’s okay to speak up,
It’s ok to be yourself.
You don’t have to hide,
And be someone else.
Your flag.
Your beliefs.
Are you,
Your own person.
So let yourself shine.
Let yourself,
Love,
Cry,
Laugh,
Get mad,
Get upset,
Because it’s okay,
And I’ll always be here to talk.
I’ll always be by your side,
Just…
Let yourself,
have pride.

It’s midnight.
My pale yellow walls,
Illuminated by a faint,
Yellow glow.
My bed feels,
Like a wired rug.
Digging into my back,
Like a shovel dug to dirt.
Each fraction of movement,
Sends groans through its frame.
My pillow won’t,
Sit my head right.
My blanket is too much.
I’m worried,
it’s too late in the night.
My thoughts race like a car,
Too much to tame.
I fear the voices in my head,
Are making me go insane.
It’s midnight.
It’s late.
The world is quiet.
Except for my head.
I JUST WANT
TO GO TO BED! :(

The Attack- TW- HEALTH ISSUES-
A poem by Olivia Williams
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That Thursday,
my legs met the floor.
A thump echoed in the elevator—
I couldn’t stand, any longer.
I barely remember.
One moment, I felt like I was going to pass out.
The next—
the floor met my exhausted body,
as my feet succumbed to gravity,
like a rock sinking into deep water.
My arms went limp.
My body went numb.
My brain felt like it was colliding into a wall—
or like someone was banging on it
like a drum.
Like strings were cut,
nerves were severed,
the ones that told my body:
"Work, or you're a coward!"
Everything from my neck down
forgot who was in control.
My body forgot who it was connected to—
it had a mind of its own.
I have reflux
Anemia too
I get attacks frequently
They literally knock me down
So DONT play me for a fool
My fingers felt cold,
turning to frost.
My lips were chapped and dry,
a crevasse so deep,
I couldn’t deny.
I was a ghost slowly lying there—
until a chair came.
Sight slipped away
as I was wheeled the other way.
First blurry—then gone.
My hearing too.
Like a blackout curtain appeared,
and I couldn’t tell who was who.
These voices I recognized—warped,
like they were underwater.
My breath was a battle.
My lungs begged for air,
but it refused to enter.
And the air I had
escaped faster than I could hold it.
Like a hammer on a locked door—
sealed shut—
I couldn’t get out
of the cave I was in.
Water was filling my body.
I lost all sense of time
inside that darkness.
They asked me,
“Stay awake.”
But I wasn’t there.
I couldn’t hear—see—or reply.
All of that
had been stripped from me there.
I entered the office,
heard— the concerned voices,
the mumbles saying:
“You need to take care of yourself.”
“You need to eat.”
“But I throw it all up,” I say.
“So my body makes it to this point.”
The lights were too bright,
filling my grey void.
Then—
everything came back.
I heard my own voice.
Then a voice I recognized entered the room.
She looked at me and asked questions,
but she knew
I couldn’t speak yet.
Because my body felt like
I was swimming through glue.
I was on the edge of fainting,
on the edge of life.
Food and water made a thump beside me.
I fumbled it open—
took one bite,
then another,
and another—
waiting for my body to recharge.
Like a dead battery.
I don’t remember what it was.
It didn’t taste good—
but I didn’t care.
I just ate, and hoped
my body would spare.
I cried,
knowing my body had failed me
in front of everyone.
Not from pain.
There was no scream,
no giant collapse—
just a person
sliding to the ground
in an elevator,
trying to get help
before fading away.
This isn’t weakness.
Or drama.
This is war,
with no warning.
This is fighting
with no rules.
I fight for life every day.
I’m told,
“You don’t have much on your plate.”
But surviving is my chore.
Life is a game.
I played the wrong cards.
I forgot to eat and drink—
because my body forgot to tell me how.
It made me ***** it back.
So this is what I get.
This is surviving
in silence,
day by day,
hour by hour.
This is an attack.