A little girl has two apples in her hands. "Can I have one, sweetie?" her mother asked. The girl looked at the two apples in her hands and took a bite out of both of them. The mother tried to hide her disappointment of what her daughter had just done. The little girl looks up at her mother and hands her one of the apples.
"Here mommy," she says, "This one is sweeter."
Sometimes things are not the way they look. Don't judge by what you see just on the outside.
h a v e y ou noticed the most common thread in fairy tales? your best wishes and desires will all come true if you indulge in one life-altering task. losing your voice for legs, going to a ball for a few hours to fine true love... it's all a fictionally painted image. telling us that something amazing will h a p p e n if we take a bite of the poison apple.
it's supposed to be a caramel apple? i have no idea if that came across, but the caramel apple is a reference to Enchanted.
It was fall now and something fell from the sky and atop my head it sat. I figured it be something of green leaves or the tears from a clouds uncertainty. The water lay in cracks deep underneath the piles of autumn leaves over sidewalks where children played games of hopscotch and three pile. There was something of fall when things grew old and shriveled that made me realize the meaning of old love, there was something in the crisp air that let me feel like a new beginning. The leaves told me it was time to start anew.
packed in the family car, going slow down the smaller roads. radio set to a classics station. we talked about the latest news, things we've heard, how work was. sitting in silence for part of the ride, as we listened to the wind from the sunroof and windows.
the apple picking harvest is back again. I can't wait for supple afternoons with a crisp breeze. drinking sweet cider and munching on powdered rounds. walking orchard rows of tower trees \plucking red noses high and low.
sneaking bites in between picks, juice dripping down face and sticky fingers. it's like you're a child again, on slow weekend mornings. dragging day passes on, the parts tied in conversations and quiet moments. ***** of twigs a crushed creed
that fills the spaces of apples falling to the floor, bruised by a sharp hit. I pick them up to look at, taking in the dents and gray flesh. I throw them back to the compost beneath the fruit tree. the pieces that escape scars, I plop into my sack that's gradually getting heavier.
The humble apple Is the fruit of fate The reward for those Who have rebelled And for those who loved
Your love of knowledge Is the requirement Of my hatred Of both you And myself
If I was to bite into An apple Red, crisp, delicious Would you believe My love or my hate?
Regardless, I believe in my fate Which is to somehow rise above Petty things like the material And to submerse myself in the immaterial A platonic difference I understand Like I understand my dreams Indistinct, wavering, but not forgotten
Therefore, I assert That if any of us Should take the forbidden fruit of Eden It should be me For my heart Is fit to break And my hatred Is deep-seated
I'm quite fond of the motifs in Kunihiko Ikuhara's work
What a surprise! A single bud on a rose tree, Blushing to open, As glistening dew bathe it. I moved down the orchard, Ah! The Rose Family (Rosaceae), Apples (malus), Raspberries (rubus), Strawberries (fragaria). Having a morning chat, In awe to see the blooming of their cousin,the rose, Their leaves trembling with joy. Roses are red my love, So are their cousins Prunus, Plums and cherries, Red as fresh blood, Nodding in the gleaming sun. What a get-together!
Everything feels so out of reach right now. I feel the pain from the snake sinking its fangs to my skin. Puncturing and filling me with its poison. It doesn't release enough to **** me, though it still leaves me paralyzed. And some times I have to force myself to not taunt them. They will know my motives and slither away until I'm better again. Then the fangs will bite down on me as if they were eating a delicious apple. and evening will come to fall for the sadistic trickery. Thus leading to the eradication in which I had made my world to be.
I am powerless.
It hurts when you are blamed for something you have no control or didn't have a choice in.