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Bella Mar 2018
I have always loved the raindrops on my skin
summer rain
or rain when spring just started

the scent of beauty
the scent of being carefree
the scent of being alive

I am so in love with the
rain
mel Mar 2018
the most dangerous weapon on earth
is a woman awakened to her
C o s m i c  R o o t s
unwavering in her voice and
unapologetic in her omnipotent truth
happy national women’s day~ siSTARS
sunprincess Mar 2018
A small beetle sleeps
inside a white flower bloom,
sleeping so soundly
Tallie Mar 2018
Give her the seeds
Watch her bloom
She’ll get what she needs
Even if it means your doom

Give her wings
Watch her fly
Dodge the bombings
Where ideas die

Give her water
Watch her swim
To the ends of the earth in a blur
The worlds turning grimm
Heidi Ludwiczak Feb 2018
Even flowers do not bloom at the same time,

The earth will be dull if they all do ----

So why are you forcing your floret to open?

You are not a Rose -- it grows in cool

Sunflowers blossom under the bright sky ---

Whilst your time is in Summer day.
Do not compare yourself with other people, we all have our time to shine.
A comparison on blossoming flowers if not now it will be someday soon.
1923 Jan 2018
We do not need to be in bloom
to be worthy of space - of room
on this planet. So on the days
you feel bitter - stay here;

please stay here

Nothing in season
can stay sweet all year.
zoe mae Jan 2018
the fire is flic-
ker-
ring i wonder how it will be to breathe
smokeless air and
hate myself for doing so

where will this rain go?
it has ruined my dry-timber bones
i am smoldering embers
shivering.

then- clouds clear &
clear laughter.
how blind was i not to see
the magic is not in the flower
who shines the brightest
because she loved the sun
it is in the flower
who blooms
because she believed in the moon
NRIKO Jan 2018
I've killed god,
so nobody knows where
she is-
But if the angels are good and
the demons
they decide to strip me from all
forgiveness
and who I had coveted in flesh
and psyche-

Maybe within her eyes:
I'll finally find,
I'll finally hold,
I'll finally see,
that nirvana I once
caressed with blood-dipped fingers,
blooming and blooming,
oozing and oozing
out of her pupils
I never noticed had
already began to dilate.

Dilating and dilating-
dipping and dipping-
digging and digging-
for something that only
surfaced once.

However,
I had dipped my fingers too deep;
too intimately,
and in a school bell's single ring,
I had gone and taken us
from heaven to hell.

- eozyoh. 14.12.17/5.1.18
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