Camellias. Has there ever been such a beautiful flower? Japanese, Sasanqua, Euphlebia, my favorite: Christmas Beauty, and thousands more. Wonderful colors can be seen upon their delicate petals. Light yellow, all shades of pink, and the purest angelic white that has ever been seen. Their light, sweet aromas fill my nose. These lovely flowers are truly Winter’s queen, reigning over evergreen shrubs throughout the cold as everything else dies. Their beauty cannot be surpassed, so enchanting you could drink it. Take it’s shiny, glossy, appealing leaves and make yourself a cup of relaxing tea. Plant the seed. Nurture the sprouting. Love the flower. Allow it to bring you the joy it has brought me. It is the most beautiful flower of all.
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I'll Stay With You
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We’ve got to find a way,
A way to escape everything. Nothing is left for us, It is all rotting into the earth. The earth rots into the earth, But it cannot rid itself of the rot. We have brought devastation, There is no cure for us. Everyone just turns a blind eye, Their chance will be gone in an instance. We must take our opportunity, It is ripe for the picking. Our existence is corrupt, Caring goes to the wrong subjects. They will regret it in the end, No pieces will be left. We will lose everything, This had been our decision from the beginning. It is sad, Our fate has always been to rot. |
When you think you are finally ahead Reality comes and knocks you back down; It has me tight-rope walking on a thread Below, the vexed sea calls for a showdown. Above, the irate sky swirls with purpose To fill you with burning pain and hatred; Your burdens can’t be lifted or purchased To depression, you remain a patron. Agony and despair is your future You can’t continue with this “hope” nonsense; Hope is a sickly, cancerous tumor With sorrow, you must always be content. I have found that life can show no mercy; Just accept this and dismiss it tersely. |
I’ve been at it for years.
It’s become normal. No help of any kind, No hand being lent. Siblings, Homework, Workout, Repeat. Siblings, Homework, Workout, Repeat. No time for friends. No time for games. Siblings, Homework, Workout, Repeat. Siblings, Homework, Workout, Repeat. This has become my life. A task no child would ask for. A task only I can handle. Mother left. Father stayed. Left mentally, All the same. |
Nights of hunger
So my siblings can devour. Nights of song and story To ensure slumber. Mornings of Pringles, Mornings of stress. But wait! I see it. The shiny car Of Uncle John, Here to rescue us from this hollow place. No goodbye for Father, No suitcase to need. No missing of the old, But embracing the new. The pressure is gone. The pressure is lifted. Perhaps now, I may live as a child Once more. |
My feet are sore from walking all night long;
I’ve crossed the desert and the tundra to get to you. I’ve stumbled through thorns of self-doubt Scratches on my legs and arms A thunderstorm of depression My cheeks are stained with tears An avalanche of anxiety I was caught up in a blizzard of sorrow Too busy being sad, and it delayed my arrival. Acid rain fell on my face like self-hatred The tornado picked me up, jostled me around, and defenseless, I swirled in the pain, The pain of a hard-fought battle. When at last, I arrived to you, I cried out in joy Beautiful rose, I’ll never let you go. You are what I needed all along Because now the lands of my face stretch into a smile And even if the smile leaves The journey to you was all worth it. |