#wilted
I am the tree no one tends anymore,
branches thinning, sap running slow.
My roots ache in the soil of silence,
drinking nothing but shadows.
Friends once perched like sparrows
on my shoulders: soft wings, warm songs
but the sky has grown heavy with distance.
Now their voices flicker like burnt-out stars.
Nineteen winters have crept through my bark,
splintering the rings of my growth.
I am tired of my own echo,
tired of reaching out and touching only cold air.
Hands bruise the fruit I offer.
They take without tasting.
My body becomes a hollow orchard,
my mind a frostbitten grove.
I want love,
not the scythe, but the seed.
Not the hands that pluck,
but the hands that plant.
I am tired,
my leaves falling inward.
Yet some small part of me
still waits for spring.
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 2:22 AM UTC
I turned out the lights in my room.
I tightly pulled the curtains.
Your wilted bouquet is on the table.
Its dropping petals are so uncertain.
I’m not waiting for you anymore.
I closed my doors firmly.
If you call me, I won't sadly come.
It didn't work out. I'm lonely.
I'll make black coffee without milk.
I'll be up the whole night.
Now I have to find myself.
I said "Goodbye" to you last night.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 4:28 PM UTC
in her clenched hand
she held a rose,
recently wilted
i saw its thorns
dug into her palm
like wire barbed
small and unassuming
gasping for breath
she had the heavy scent
of gasoline
each iris was a lit match
and she laid her gaze on me
let me be your fuel,
burn me down
and lament over the ashes
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 10:01 AM UTC
A little rain then
Sun, the wilted flower speaks
Its song of the truth.
Graveyards turn to flowerbeds,
Watch the petals dance with me.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 5:45 AM UTC
No matter how bright the sunlight is,
and no matter how much I love it,
he cannot save me from destruction,
self destruction...
words at their finest still hurt...
so I will wilt away,
decay,
and nobody will ever find me.
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 2:47 PM UTC
Flowers that I hung,
so ardently, on New Year
are now bathed in dust.
✿
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 5:36 PM UTC
It may be difficult
For a flower to bloom
But it withers
In a little while
When the last drop of youth
Has been sipped
And we become nothing
But struggling, boring adults—
You'll look back
At this moment
And wonder if you
Bloomed well
Because nothing
Hurts more
Than realizing
That you are
Just a wilted flower
From the start
Never bloomed
Never blossomed
An unfolded flower—
From the very beginning
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 2:32 AM UTC
Day after day, I rivel.
Who knows for how long?
Reduced to mere survival
screaming it’s selfish undertone.
Aspiration is long forgotten
If I live, to what avail?
Despair darkens my demeanor
Time and time again, I fail.
Compassion is now contended;
Making less sense than it did before
And those who are offended
break the hinges off my door.
Disappointment - my adornment
as if I’m capable of more..
If only they knew the torment
that is relentless at my core.
Wisdom only mocks me.
She dances around my doom
singing, “Here lies a foolish boy
who followed freedom to his tomb.”
Now I’m cast to raging seas;
A boat beaten by an angry wave;
unanswered cries like pleas
from crows that cry above my grave.
Tell me, Lord.. can these dry bones live?
Ah, Lord, You know.
But I am left to wonder why
every attempt to be the hero
turns to ashes when I die.
All this foolishness will follow
as I lay down and return to dust
and time is sure to swallow
all these fallacies I trust.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 2:11 AM UTC
Silently,
Slowly,
Gracefully,
She blossomed,
Unfolding her beauty,
Petal by petal,
A perfect rose,
Sweet and fragile,
Caressed by innocence.
He came into her room one night,
Her own peer,
He violated her,
Took away her purity,
Crushed her trust,self respect and joy,
With his greed,lust and evil intentions.
I could see her dark rimmed eyes, sad and haunted,
Now a tattered rose.
19/2/2020
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 3:19 PM UTC
I sometimes see you,
Your face lingers in my mind,
Eyes of leaves and snow,
Your colors haunt my pale heart,
I think I miss the autumn.
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC
dear ,
exalt your stature
as the prided flower
in this field
of the wilted.
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 8:14 PM UTC
homegrown and beautiful
wanderer through the night
her lack of sunlight
pedals become dull
creatures of disturbance
they want to eat
the beauty for their service
homegrown and beautiful
never seen the rain
beauty never knew
the wonders of drugs
creatures promised her fun
homegrown and wilting
beauty damaged
wonder the night
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 11:17 AM UTC
When petals of a wilting rose are plucked
Do not be surprised when all that remains
Are thorns
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 12:25 PM UTC
underneath the gloomy morning dew
i would sit and dream of you
the bleeding hearts
would bloom and dance,
in remembrance of our wilting romance.
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 10:14 AM UTC
you said the grass was greener
on the other side.
so you planted flowers
on my insides.
but when flowers aren’t watered,
they’re sure to die.
and they wilted before
you even tried.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC
This is not refusal of happiness
A desperate plea for attention
It is a manifest of emotion
Not some imaginary invention
There is a madness populating my head
Billions of shouting ugly voices
Every one an echo of my own
Spelling my lack of choices
Lately hopeless feelings have grown
A desolate cold orchard
Blossomed a place I belong
I'm welcome but also tortured
I have laid down my roots in quicksand
I'll be withered by afternoon
A pile of wilted petals
Unless I am picked by someone soon
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 7:17 PM UTC
Hands covered in copper,
we kissed
down by the staircase
near period 5th.
You held my waist
all thoughts wilted away
hands covered in copper
we kissed the bad memories away.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC
Watching sadly as our once beautiful love dies slowly like the flower with it's petals so weak as they fall to the ground. Knowing within the depths of your heart you can't save it or bring it back to life. All that's left to do is pick up the petals like the pieces of your heart and and hope there's a live seed left to replant and grow again one day.
If you leave the petals to soak up the moisture on the ground it's surely to mold the seed, which makes it so much harder to grow another flower from a molded seed. My heart left open to be broken over and over gives it no time to heal, for if it should ever love again., It must get away from the person that's breaking it before it to becomes the molded petal laying on the moistened ground left to mold away.
©kimmied1105
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 5:07 PM UTC
I always wanted to be a writer.
I wanted to be able to take my thoughts and put them In words, take the Spirographs that are my thoughts and follow the constantly over lapping lines, but it’s so confusing
So messy.
You see I wanted to be a writer,
but every good writer has had a trauma, some sort of thing they went though, I thought I needed that to be a good writer,
In fact I wanted a darken past.
I wanted to be a wilted willow in sunflowers.
You see I asked for it.
You see I always wanted to be a writer,
I basically asked for it.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
All I wanted was a rose
A reason
why you loved me on every red petal
A strong
Green stem to show the strength of our bond
But in reality
The rose died
The petals wilted and faded
and the stem went hard...
Much like your love for me
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 2:26 PM UTC
You’re Satan’s lover
You have to be because I haven’t met anyone as evil as you
I stumbled upon you
It’s the one regret I will always have
Because you sneaked your way in
And you clutched tight
Worn down but I still fought
And tried to rip you off
But your lies made sense in my mind
And for a while I let you stay
But you hurt me again
Then whispered in my ear another time
And for a while I let you stay
Because I once thought of you as mine
Now I want you to be ****** to hell
And I want to be the one to do it
I’ve waited so long for my freedom
And now I have it
But I no longer seek to be free
I’m too broken from rescuing myself
My hands tattered and ******
Eyes wet with tears
Lips scowled in pure rage
My mind blank with nothing but the thought of your face
******
Bruised
Scarred
And your mind
Broken
Your pride
Destroyed
Your voice
Gone
Your fear
At an all time high
I wanted you to feel the same way I did so bad
But now that I’ve done it
I realized that this is my greatest accomplishment in life
And I have nothing left to look at
And to think of myself
But a wilted flower
Who tried her best to stay alive
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 8:10 PM UTC