People always equate jealousy to
A little green monster who rides
Piggyback throughout your life.
They’re wrong though.
Jealousy is a tiny, beautiful, parasitic seed.
It plants itself in the newly formed
Fissures of your self worth.
It fights its way through your aching veins
Before finally laying roots in your broken heart.
As it grows, you’re veins are slowly replaced
by brilliant green foliage.
Your heart begins to bloom
The petals so breathtaking that it lures in
Every inch of your soul until
The only thing left is an empty shell
Of who you once were.
Jealousy isn’t a monster.
It’s irresistible flora
That feeds on your inadequacy
In order to feed its opulence.
Be the flora in this fauna world,
Flowering the front facade,
Fairer than far,
Fear not the flower,
Which floured these floors,
Full of fondness and flourishing bonds,
No faux flower will I allow,
Fulfilling our oxygen too,
Fate stands with the fauna and flora,
One day too,
Humans will recognize their forever flaming flu
Please protect our beautiful Earth by showing sympathy to the unique flora and fauna of this world.
The strings of tears from
fall on the earth,
as she sheds away,
on to the bodies,
of the flora into the
soil, bestowing life
through her tears.
While I gaily
tread the grass,
her tears of life
rain's a blessing!
A little marimo moss ball.
Unfazed in its glass ball.
Just another peaceful sunny day.
To not go about and enjoy the day.
A lonely marimo moss ball.
Looking in a mirror on the wall.
Noticing nothing has changed.
Isolation is still here, untouched.
i pick up withered orchids
that were left to rot on stone
whispering they won’t forgive
- all that’s left is stem and bone
and when i ask who did this
they photosynthesise in code
referencing a nirvana lyric from heart shaped box: "meat-eating orchids forgive no-one just yet"
She knew the world,
He knew the words,
She shaped the blue skies,
He played with the meter in fives.
She brought in the aura,
He pictured in the flora,
She glittered in the halo,
He wandered in an abyss so low.
She was well versed in art,
He talked in silence with himself in part,
She was ready to know him and walk with him toe to toe,
Walking all alone all along, he was ready to find himself too.
Blossoming in the
Snow globe are technicolor
The melting *** of sweet
And musky. Welcome, Flora.
Blossom with love and courage into the spring,
that is unalike the one before it, but none the less
full of growth and the sweet scent
Blossom in the light of positivity
for you have carried too much sadness
and cradled too much fear. Aren’t you tired?
like all things on earth bloom
Flower into your next life, naturally
Fluorescence is your call
tenderly guiding you wild flora
into the fauna where you belong
You too are that, which came from earth
and grows from light
Winter beckons a spring,
and it’s your turn wild flora.
Faithful buds you poke your heads out green
Leaves unfold round petals’ silky sheen
Sunlight draws you from your cellar rest
Dry-dirt roots seek water to ingest
Gift of romance, jewel of child’s crown
Found and owned, your beauty not your own
Perfect picture, ruined out of love
Plucked from home you flourish long for none
I am not sure how to say this
Without tearing your heart out
Feelings have been growing
Rosebuds finally reaching my mouth
Kept them buried deep down under
Surface of my skin
Denying obvious truth to guard
Your heart from budding thoughts housed within
Began sprouting from the soil
First one then 2, 3, and 4
When I look at you I can't help but think
"We aren't working anymore"
Dozens of roses fill my mouth
Every petal sprouting from regret
Scented scarlet drops blocking airway
Posing to my life a threat
Leaves of guilt suffocating
My throat chafed and raw
Invasive flowers stretching towards freedom
Bursting out my now-broken jaw
Hate myself for doing this for you
Plucking each seedling from my skull
Transplanting them to your garden
Until head is no longer full
Seeds of truth are your burden to bear
For your wilting heart I am to blame
I planted love then roots strangled your soul
Yet I covered in dirt just the same
Water blooms or let them either
The choice no longer mine
I'm attempting to recover from
The damage inflicted by weeds inside
Tongue is strewn with gashes
Bleeding sin and hopelessness
Thorns so sharp perforating
The walls enclosing empty chest
Bestow to you this rosebush
I hate to cut you this way
With painful perfect honesties
To nurture and grow your own bouquet
Some thoughts start as small weeds but grow into massive fields