two roses- growing in the same bush- surviving off the same soil- growing into something beautiful- becoming something greater- growing as one
the sun- shining bright upon them- encouraging their growth- lighting up their future- calming their senses- kindling the passionate affair- moving them closer together- more intimate and dear
the sun neglects its obligation to one of the roses- refusing a light source for the bloom- leaving it wilted and begging for nutrients- brown and fragile- dying as the sun proceeds to rise over the other rose
the second rose continues growing along with the sun- in spite of the downfall of the latter- almost mocking the lesser decaying bloom- because it has a source of light encouraging its growth- safe and sound- not giving any pity to the rotting flower beside it- soaking up its own source of light- and not sharing any rays with the decaying blossom- rendering it useless and unwanted
the selfishness of the one rose- refusing to share its sunshine with the latter- results in solely one rose- instead of two roses
how do i describe the feeling of that january morning? the serenity of the cool air nipping at my skin, while the chilled lake water rocked the wooden dock beneath me. i took the peaceful walk from the house to the lake barefoot. the coolness emanating from the cobblestone seeped into the soles of my feet. i walked down the winding pathway and allowed my eyes to scan over the greenery that flanked me on both sides. tulips and lavender flowers blooming in the cold air. mulch filled the area around grass and flowers, keeping them protected and safe. bees kissed flowers and mingled as i strolled passed. how beautiful and tranquil a scene i was honored to witness. i dragged ironically eager feet over wobbly brown planks on route to the dock ahead. i felt water sway aggressively beneath my feet as a boat raced past the dock. a glimpse of a small hand waving graced my vision with the passing of the boat. my balance fumbled, but my mentality stayed steady. when i finally lowered myself onto the wooden box on the edge of the dock, the warmth of my coffee finally began to soak into my palms. my eyes continued to glaze over the scene before me, and for the next few moments, i felt the serenity of the universe consume my entire begin. after sixteen years, a moment of fulfillment. finally at home. the sun sent droplets of his sunlight down to caress the lake and offer her the gentlest of kisses. the droplets glistened off of the lake´s ripples and flirted with the water. they danced and bounced upon the lake until she shone so brightly it was hard to look directly at her. as the two became familiar, i felt the sun retreat. his light slowly faded away and his kisses disappeared all together. as the hours passed and he was seated back upon his throne, the lake was left empty, deserted. her sadness did not go unnoticed, the wind understood her pain, so she picked up and pulled us both out of our trance. the lake was offered the kinder kiss of the moon, and she accepted. the fainter light and the lighter kisses became what kept her whole. there was a air of mystery surrounding him and the lake soaked it up. he became her new lifesource, she found something that kept her going. me, i received my sustinance from writing this poem.
Do you ever get bored of surviving and not living that you do neither because the thought of doing one without the other is just too scary to think off so you shut yourself down and forget all your values and you let the darkness take over and shortly you become the perfect image of what you feared most...
We cling and attach to anyone who stabilizes; sway in the wind wistfully high as dandelion seeds carry. We plant ourselves in the ground for survival, but some make the mistake of planting into others. Our survival relies on those we feed on. Dependent and Fastened. My skin adhered to the thick of your heart.
Why do we deem it necessary to grab fistfuls of each others flesh? Our instinct reminds us that we are grains of sand when not connected in tandem with one another. We rather starve than feel alone.
Id rather starve and strain every cell of myself. Breathing seems difficult as your absence weighs heavily on my chest. I cant tell if i'm a lost grain of sand floating along seeding dandelions or if i'm rooted and heaving. Either way seems unbearable without you.
But in your absence, instead of clinging onto flesh, instead of treating myself as adhesive and surviving for the sake of your breath;
You weren't right then because of my age, You weren't right then because of my situation, You're not right now because of my circumstances, But your there, Inside me Growing Maybe we can not be so right together finally as mother and daughter x
She's like a glass with a broken body, chipped heart by every events she had gone through. Cracked, damaged and flawed. Got hurt trying to fix things, and bleed trying hold herself together. One more gentle touch to make sure how she was doing? She'll be shattered into pieces without knowing.
I don’t think of you that often The eyes and faces all turned themselves towards me Love no one However, we may suffer It’s funny, if you do, you start missing everybody And I’m afraid My failures: I had not forgotten them To have survived so long It happened, I stopped loving him. -ChilleyChazz