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someday you will
look back at your life
at all of those seemingly
impossible situations
and all of the days that
you felt like giving up
and you will realize
how every thing
had to happen
exactly how it did
exactly when it did
to bring you to
moments of bliss
and you will smile
because you’ll know
that it was you who
carried you through
with all that strength
♥ that YOU grew ♥

—from all the pain
that you once knew

our darkness deserves
to be celebrated, too
Avaleen Jul 2018
I watch as you plastered your words on my skin
until each wretched lie was permanently seared in my flesh
a constant reminder that I am not what the worlds wants
or even needs
but
instead of hating the scars I nurtured them and watched them grow
they  blossomed into flowers
and when they wilted away with your lies  
their infinite
fragrance
stayed
Umi Apr 2018
A kiss of death,
Before you can safely visit the realm of the deceased, the long gone,
A last breath, before it can end, escaping the boundary of this reality,
The embrace of death might not be always gentle, it may take some cruelty before it sets you free, to fly away, leaving us, finally behind,
It may happen in a restless night, or when you are asleep, that a lady comes to engage her lips, pressing them against yours and spiriting you away, lifeless, the corpse would remain, but worry not, darling.
If the kiss lacks of passion, more importantly dedicated affection however, it shall be unsuccessful, leaving a mark of fear in that soul,
Without a sound, the light dies, plunging everything around in deep yet loitering darkness, burnt, blistered and fallen is the blooming life,
Even so, humanity has no other choice but to follow this chosen road,
Living as they do now, unable to escape the endearment of dying,
I hope that, this body of mine can disperse in a gentle peaceful way,
Carried away with a single kiss of love, then sleeping, for eternity,
With that being said, would you like a kiss,
Darling ?

~ Umi
hayley robertson Feb 2018
What we did was so innocent
Even when it was not innocent within itself
It still felt like it

The way you would hum a little tune as I let myself blossom
Such as a flower after a warm spring rain
For you

The way we couldn't even say the word
We came up with a code that was secretly ours that would make no sense to the outside world
Only we could understand it in our little eutopia

And now we've grown and we're not so innocent anymore
We've changed and we've gone our separate ways but now we're gravitating back
Or so it seems

I can't help but think of that blossoming flower
Of that funny little tune
And of the innocence that existed strictly between the two of us
Candis Soul Feb 2018
J C
Laying here
Thinking of you
How our eyes met
Burning deep down
Eyes capture the soul
Twisting in colour
Radiant with sound
This brings us together
Flashing smiles are not enough
Longing and aching overcoming
Why is this so hard
Aching for that soft touch
Stroking everything
Will that day come
******* to a mess
Too early too young
Regrets
Sing into me
Slip and slide
No longer can hide
Feelings and emotions
Taken over
When you want something so badly.....both parties......waiting for the return
Maddie Hemeyer Jan 2018
I have all the opportunities
To grow and bloom
But I've convinced myself
That none of those things
Make any difference to me
If they don't involve you
Nicholas Slater Mar 2017
Purple petals dancing in the sun
my heart singing for your soul
To learn, grow, understand
everything about you
Let's be together, hand in hand
kindness at the core
Our love each new day blossoming
like purple petals dancing
in the sun ☀️☀️☀️
JAC Dec 2016
You are
Addicted to blossoming
And yet
Afraid of being a seed.
Cristal Aguilar Oct 2016
If I love you
as much as I think
I'll let you be
the wind,
disastrous.
I am merely
a dandelion,
delicate.
As fate would
have it...
You blew me away...
But you,
the wind,
brought clouds of rain,
and I scattered onto a field.
All of me opened up
to you
and like nature
would have it...
I blossomed.
Beating at a decreased speed the heart is yearning for a change.
The eyes they see an object and in envy they begin to crave.
One thought after another, it’s all the same, my brain is in a rage.
All of a sudden the thoughts become clear and fondness begins to sprout.
The envious eyes begin to mist with laughter and echo with infectious cheer.
Running down Mount Epidermis the heart feels a sudden sprinkle.
Quenched by a monsoon of tender affection the heart, it quickly starts to blossom.
A shadow no more, a feeling so familiar, the heart resonates like the beating of a drum.
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