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You run back to a dark rose,
Adorned with brown thorns and glossy petals,
Your coarse hands try to pick the delicate flower,
Only to watch blood flow from your fingertips,

Letting her ***** and permanently scar your skin,
The damage leaves more than just an imprint on your body,
It allows your soul to become numb,
To the world and all the other beautiful flowers,

Especially the sunflower,
Blossoming right behind you,
Warm and bright,
Radiating happiness from its golden-stained petals,

Yet drooping, from the shadow your back casts,
Wilting a little more when you reach for the dark rose over and over again,
That sunflower perks up when you look at her,
Especially, when you touch it softly,

Even if you leave it tainted,
With traces of red droplets,
From running your scratched, bleeding and marked fingers,
Upon its smooth frail petals,

That sunflower waits patiently,
Never scorning nor, lashing,
Hopeful that one day,
You may pick her.
 Oct 2011 Alicia Strong
PrttyBrd
The epidemic of conformity consumes all
Children play by board game rules
Stifled by the world to paint a proper picture
They draw flowers of red with stems of green
Fields of wildflowers viewed as weeds enveloped in insecticides
Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Violet
That is a rainbow, in that order alone
We are taught to live by the colors in a box of eight crayons
But even so, those colors cannot make a proper rainbow
A rainbow should be praised if drawn in mixed-breed hues
That field of flowers, natures pallet
We should begin with a box of 124 and grow infinitely
Where lilac dragons can live in cherry trees
Where those waist-high weeds hide the predator from the prey
For where would we be without cops and robbers, or hide and seek
In a world where out of sight incites widespread panic
Children's laughter in the sun is slowly silenced by the rules
Instead, embrace the joy and encourage creativity
We should harbor imagination and develop unreality
For it is there that is born the ideas that will form the future
copyright©PrttyBrd 22/10/2010

Written for the Adopt a Metaphor challenge.  Words given were "develop unreality"
Remember the first time we looked into each others eyes,
Everything was just silent as we showed our beautiful smiles,
Your lips were in kissing distance,
But you didn't think of your lips meeting mine,
Sending off fireworks,
Making me shiver to my bone,
Because we were just friends,
Normal friends,
But for those few seconds you stared at me,
My world became dark and filled with dreams,
Rain was falling,
And lightning stroked,
It was just the both of us,
In each others arms,
The room was dark but I still saw your face,
Your eyes were fixed on mine,
We held hands tightly,
I was nervous,
Filled with anxiety,
But you seemed calm,
Just the touch of your palm,
And I knew that you felt safe with me,
But just as I was about to move in,
You giggled and I was right back into reality,
I blushed red,
You did not know what I was thinking,
In your mind it was just some silly little game,
You turned around as the exam was about to be started,
But during that examination,
I thought about my orientation,
Taking glimpses of you now and again,
And wishing that I could pull your short, brown hair,
I smiled to myself,
Maybe it's just a phase,
There's no way I'm attracted to another girl,
But since that day there's only been a population of two in my world.
Anger is a useless emotion
More often it,
(In usual hapless fashion)
Does grab more consequence
Than satisfaction.
You see me breaking
From the inside out
You wonder what it is that's cracking
You say all I do is pout

But it's not true
Cuz all I do is think of you
The pain you cause
All the flaws I used to look past them
Truly I did But lately
That's all I see

I remember what you used to be
To be strong,
Stood up for what you believed in without getting in to trouble
But now...
I don't who you are anymore.
And it scares me.
Foreign path
I can't turn back
Herded like cattle
I am forced on
Life of exile
Must resist
A life that bleeds me till I'm dry
Pushed too far
I write the lines
That I'll never understand
How can one
Accept this anguish
Death and life now hand in hand
Freedom,
a word used so loosely
to describe our lives.
When no other can tell,
we are trapped in our own demise,
hiding from the fate,
"we so choose".

Ones fate is not chosen,
in the hands of the holder.
Actions made blindly,
to achieve self-peace,
becomes the sentence of our fate.
A single word,
hesitation,
changing your world completely,
becomes the holder of your fate.

I hesitated.
Yes, I admit it.
That one moment,
could have changed it all...
 Oct 2011 Alicia Strong
Deryck
as a rain drop i fell
until i became lost within an ocean full of ships, dreams, and a mirror,
reflecting the sky from which i came
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