the open wound on her spine becomes a hard, maroon scab, itching and crunching on her back as she rolls her shoulders and washes her hair. that scab peels and stings under the harsh torrent of scalding water, becomes thin and pink and fleshy, glistening on her back like muscle peaking through the skin. finally scar tissue folds over the tender petals of skin and forms a seal, a symbol of something that has ended, and a new thing that will begin and begin and begin.
to begin again… to start over.. to look to the future… to be reborn.. joy!!! and peace!!!
Connie Shafer
growing takes a lot. honestly it’s the most exhausting part of living. growing. and it happens at any age. 1-98, it doesn’t end. and once you’ve gone through one stage. that’s called regrowth.
They say that many trees grows from the ashes of a forest fire; that it takes a cleansing of fire for a period of regrowth. In my city , Purity, the elders use this idea when dealing with criminals. No one knows what really goes on in our capital, but according to all the rumors, it is certainly not pleasant.
Of the 3 cities, it is our leaders who are most concerned with cleaniness. Our twin city, Beauty, are simply concered with the appearance. And the third live in darkness. Their city is called Beast.
Jamie looked out over the City. The people of the Realm where going on about their lives. Each knowing they’re a little safer now from the dangers of the human world. Maybe eventually Jamie will be able to see the City as home and become the person she was suppose to be.
Sammie
i am sowing seeds from fruit of past labours that long expired, in the hopes that the new fruit will be even sweeter. the seeds need the soil (a conducive work environment), the air (enough to breathe) and the sun (the inspiration of many a poet.)
Old growth forests, littered with life giving decay. Paving the way for their kin. Rotting, decaying, blossoming. Cyclic. Die to live.
An entire forest, slain by man, will grow again. Regrowth after the fire. Sprout from the ashes.
Slash and burn, humans. Nice try.
Yamuna
that’s what i saw this past year as, a growth. no not a growth, like a new chance for me to grow, like a regrowth. regrowth.
His mostly violet eyes gazed down at his people – the pride of the United States of Japan. It had taken some time, and many sacrifices, but they finally did it. He finally won.
Britannia was lost to the past, and the world was reborn under his rule.
There was no preying on the weak.
The regrowth of a nation – no, a world – was under his jurisdiction.
He would make sure that his efforts were not wasted.
His eyes gleamed – one violet, one red – as applause and cheers waved off the silence.
And sadly, he jolted awake to the golden eyes of C.C. gazing down at him.
As they stepped out into the black rain of burned branches, Mia’s hand flew up to catch the gasp that had escaped. Feet smudged the ashes across the path that used to lead to her home, turning it an ashy grey rather than a deep brown. Luna, the wolf, sneezed beside Mia and crumpled what was left of a rare Mongola flower, now a pile of ash and dying embers.
The animals had all taken shelter with her in the cave that was just beyond the fire’s reach; the predators were too frightened to hunt in the light of the bright orange glow, so for one night there had been peace among them. Mortal enemies even snuggled together to keep out fear. No one had slept, though, since the glowing and crackling around them hissed too loudly in their ears.
Their eyes could see nothing left of the forest, not one dew-dropped flower or crunchy green leaf. The animals turned to Mia, whose other hand was neatly tucked against her chest. Noticing their stares, she looked down and slowly peeled back her hand, careful not to jostle the precious gift inside. It had already started to give off a faint golden glow, and a light green stalk peered out from the small patch of dirt in her hand. Their last Hope. As she marveled at this tiny ray of gold and green, Mia remembered the Prince’s last words- “You must find the heart of the forest and place it there, and you must do it before they return.”
Mia looked back at her friends, a fierce purple spark in her eyes. “We must hurry.”
I’d like to be reborn as a person. It’s difficult to maintain myself emotionally and physically because I often lose track of how to take care of myself, so I’d like to start over. I want to grow again and get rid of all of the fucked up things that have attached themselves to me.
bruisyorange
I am waiting. I have grown tired, my skin thick and knitted with silvery scars. I am waiting, and in my waiting I remember her hair, threaded through with gold. The memories grow back, now, some altered, some the same. Here, wings unfurling from her spine in great swathes of feather and bone; there, her tired eyes. She is her sunrise and my morning.
Sol
Regrowth only comes to hair and fingernails. I wish we could regenerate limbs. That would be sweet. I would donate my digits to science if that were the case. Anything for progress.
the process of rebuilding yourself when you have nothing left–when you have become a pile of shambles that seems to be irreparable. i suppose it’s not a very pleasant word, for who truly enjoys putting oneself back into one piece? its damned hard.
h.c.park
SOMETHING THAT DEFIES CONTINUING GROWTH. IT CAN FOREVER RENEW. IT CAN DIE AND GROW AGAIN. A RENAISSSANCE AS SUCH. A REGROWTH IS WHAT MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND
DONNA QUINN
Regrowth of a man is a much more trickier than a tree’s. You see, throwing yourself on the ground along with your full plate of grilled cheese anf potatoes in a middle of a party breaks much more than the plate and family ties. It results in a cousin who cuts down your awarded cherry tree of your wife’s awarded garden and your life goes tumbling down from there. The tree, of course, never quite grows back the same. Your wife, on the other hand, stops blosdoming alltogether.
There wasn’t any time for regrowth in the jungles, when everything was being torn down at such a rapid rate. The bulldozers were too fast and intense on the jungle floor, and the men behind them knew they were on a time limit, and their pay was stuck to the levels of destruction they could make.
Sometimes the seedling would recline in the afternoon sun and wonder why the weeds had come.
“They’re just trying to be friendly,” said the hibiscus.
The seedling shrugged. It was Christmas.
Jon
She cut the rose bush down to the ground thinking it was done. But come Spring she saw a regrowth that showed her that new life was bursting forth giving her hope for the future.
The turkey on the table, the main attraction, the one and only, the one that cant be replaced.So when it started growing feathers and coming alive,it really ruined that family’s christmas.
It is just not possible to think of rising after a fall, leave the thought of going ahead, moving forward and making things happen all over again. Regrowth is a though process and it requires efforts.
Santa sat at Mrs Claus’ dressing table with a determined look on his rosy red face.
“Lets do this.”
He lifted the scalpel to his beard and attempted to hack a chunk of his frosty and ragged beard off. 2 hours later it was all gone and Santa looked a good deal younger to his delight. Then all of the sudden there was a big poof of smoke and suddenly his beard had regrown 3 times longer!
“Damn. Should of used the chainsaw.”
I am going through regrowth right now, I can’t wait to get through to the other end. Regrowing myself has been going since september: Everything has a season and seasons begin and end.
Life has a full range of growth patterns. How we live, how we learn, how we grow in each stage.
When you reach a certain age, I do believe we look back and see our mistakes, and we have a chance to be apart of a regrowth of life. I am fully in that stage now.
YvetteWhite
Now is the time for growth.The time for growth is always now because if you are not growing you are dying and what’s the point of that?
“I must congratulate you on your success,” she said, trailing her fingers through the now knee-high stems. “The state of regrowth is most impressive,”
Geronym, her recently appointed high gardener, flushed with pride. “Thank you, your majesty, but I’m afraid I can’t take all the credit; her highness’ advice has been invaluable. No one knows these gardens like she does,”
The queen hummed in agreement. “Leliah has always had a gift,”
It was a transitional time in her life, marked with sudden insights and a veritable fountain of creativity. All at once, she experienced a regrowth in her passions. Suddenly growing up didn’t seem like such a scary thing.
but i don’t want it to grow again
don’t want to forge
I just want to live in this moment as i was
before
all this
began
before any of this happened
before my wold as i knew it changed for ever
because that’s not how my life was supposed to go.
not in the slightest
Paige Harrington
regrowth should only replace the old. otherwise, how can we all sustain?
The pain was devastating, but the contract had been sealed. Glowing eyes looked down at me, mocking me, and I stupidly stared back at them while my arm steamed and throbbed. For all the torture, it was worth it, I knew that.
We stamper up hills, climbing.
Faster
Faster
The road takes me higher
The road takes us higher.
We are calling the nature to come forth with us, as we move,
as we express our being.
Regrowth.
Terrified, we struggle.
We give birth in the womb of sorrow
We are emotional, but now is the time for regrowth.
It’s uncertain whether the regrowth was normal. No one had seen any thing quite like it. In previous cases it was only known to dry out and eventually fall off leaving the patient with permanently mottled skin. Mathilde found the strange barnacle like growths horrifyingly unsightly, while her brother Adam found them grotesquely attractive, and could not keep himself from swiping the fleshy pods off his sister’s arms, only to watch them grow back half the size and twice as densely packed as the previous clusters.
As a rather backhanded Christmas present, Mario gave Lorenzo a trip to a special salon for a “regrowth program.” Apparently, the bald spot on the back of Lorenzo’s head had gotten bad enough to generate several jokes from rather sardonic family members, one such example being, “So I suppose you can reflect the sun back into space with that thing and slow down global warming?”
Belinda Roddie
He left me broken
with shards to spare
cutting deeper, deeper
into the deepest despair
but I will grow one day
a weed in the crack
and he will not stop me
from my regrowth
the open wound on her spine becomes a hard, maroon scab, itching and crunching on her back as she rolls her shoulders and washes her hair. that scab peels and stings under the harsh torrent of scalding water, becomes thin and pink and fleshy, glistening on her back like muscle peaking through the skin. finally scar tissue folds over the tender petals of skin and forms a seal, a symbol of something that has ended, and a new thing that will begin and begin and begin.
to begin again… to start over.. to look to the future… to be reborn.. joy!!! and peace!!!
growing takes a lot. honestly it’s the most exhausting part of living. growing. and it happens at any age. 1-98, it doesn’t end. and once you’ve gone through one stage. that’s called regrowth.
They say that many trees grows from the ashes of a forest fire; that it takes a cleansing of fire for a period of regrowth. In my city , Purity, the elders use this idea when dealing with criminals. No one knows what really goes on in our capital, but according to all the rumors, it is certainly not pleasant.
Of the 3 cities, it is our leaders who are most concerned with cleaniness. Our twin city, Beauty, are simply concered with the appearance. And the third live in darkness. Their city is called Beast.
Jamie looked out over the City. The people of the Realm where going on about their lives. Each knowing they’re a little safer now from the dangers of the human world. Maybe eventually Jamie will be able to see the City as home and become the person she was suppose to be.
i am sowing seeds from fruit of past labours that long expired, in the hopes that the new fruit will be even sweeter. the seeds need the soil (a conducive work environment), the air (enough to breathe) and the sun (the inspiration of many a poet.)
Old growth forests, littered with life giving decay. Paving the way for their kin. Rotting, decaying, blossoming. Cyclic. Die to live.
An entire forest, slain by man, will grow again. Regrowth after the fire. Sprout from the ashes.
Slash and burn, humans. Nice try.
that’s what i saw this past year as, a growth. no not a growth, like a new chance for me to grow, like a regrowth. regrowth.
His mostly violet eyes gazed down at his people – the pride of the United States of Japan. It had taken some time, and many sacrifices, but they finally did it. He finally won.
Britannia was lost to the past, and the world was reborn under his rule.
There was no preying on the weak.
The regrowth of a nation – no, a world – was under his jurisdiction.
He would make sure that his efforts were not wasted.
His eyes gleamed – one violet, one red – as applause and cheers waved off the silence.
And sadly, he jolted awake to the golden eyes of C.C. gazing down at him.
Dreams.
They fill you with hope, only to let you down.
To get bigger, to rise again, a lot of kids go through a regrowth
Everything had burned in the night.
As they stepped out into the black rain of burned branches, Mia’s hand flew up to catch the gasp that had escaped. Feet smudged the ashes across the path that used to lead to her home, turning it an ashy grey rather than a deep brown. Luna, the wolf, sneezed beside Mia and crumpled what was left of a rare Mongola flower, now a pile of ash and dying embers.
The animals had all taken shelter with her in the cave that was just beyond the fire’s reach; the predators were too frightened to hunt in the light of the bright orange glow, so for one night there had been peace among them. Mortal enemies even snuggled together to keep out fear. No one had slept, though, since the glowing and crackling around them hissed too loudly in their ears.
Their eyes could see nothing left of the forest, not one dew-dropped flower or crunchy green leaf. The animals turned to Mia, whose other hand was neatly tucked against her chest. Noticing their stares, she looked down and slowly peeled back her hand, careful not to jostle the precious gift inside. It had already started to give off a faint golden glow, and a light green stalk peered out from the small patch of dirt in her hand. Their last Hope. As she marveled at this tiny ray of gold and green, Mia remembered the Prince’s last words- “You must find the heart of the forest and place it there, and you must do it before they return.”
Mia looked back at her friends, a fierce purple spark in her eyes. “We must hurry.”
I’d like to be reborn as a person. It’s difficult to maintain myself emotionally and physically because I often lose track of how to take care of myself, so I’d like to start over. I want to grow again and get rid of all of the fucked up things that have attached themselves to me.
I am waiting. I have grown tired, my skin thick and knitted with silvery scars. I am waiting, and in my waiting I remember her hair, threaded through with gold. The memories grow back, now, some altered, some the same. Here, wings unfurling from her spine in great swathes of feather and bone; there, her tired eyes. She is her sunrise and my morning.
Regrowth only comes to hair and fingernails. I wish we could regenerate limbs. That would be sweet. I would donate my digits to science if that were the case. Anything for progress.
the process of rebuilding yourself when you have nothing left–when you have become a pile of shambles that seems to be irreparable. i suppose it’s not a very pleasant word, for who truly enjoys putting oneself back into one piece? its damned hard.
SOMETHING THAT DEFIES CONTINUING GROWTH. IT CAN FOREVER RENEW. IT CAN DIE AND GROW AGAIN. A RENAISSSANCE AS SUCH. A REGROWTH IS WHAT MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND
Regrowth of a man is a much more trickier than a tree’s. You see, throwing yourself on the ground along with your full plate of grilled cheese anf potatoes in a middle of a party breaks much more than the plate and family ties. It results in a cousin who cuts down your awarded cherry tree of your wife’s awarded garden and your life goes tumbling down from there. The tree, of course, never quite grows back the same. Your wife, on the other hand, stops blosdoming alltogether.
There wasn’t any time for regrowth in the jungles, when everything was being torn down at such a rapid rate. The bulldozers were too fast and intense on the jungle floor, and the men behind them knew they were on a time limit, and their pay was stuck to the levels of destruction they could make.
a lizard’s tail, a branch, shaved beards. I interrogate these cells, “How?” For I want to unlock their secret so that I may apply it to my heart.
Sometimes the seedling would recline in the afternoon sun and wonder why the weeds had come.
“They’re just trying to be friendly,” said the hibiscus.
The seedling shrugged. It was Christmas.
She cut the rose bush down to the ground thinking it was done. But come Spring she saw a regrowth that showed her that new life was bursting forth giving her hope for the future.
The turkey on the table, the main attraction, the one and only, the one that cant be replaced.So when it started growing feathers and coming alive,it really ruined that family’s christmas.
To grow again, get bigger, starting over, new growth, many people regrow
To grow again, to get bigger, to increase again, starting over, new growth, new chance, many people regrow
It is just not possible to think of rising after a fall, leave the thought of going ahead, moving forward and making things happen all over again. Regrowth is a though process and it requires efforts.
Santa sat at Mrs Claus’ dressing table with a determined look on his rosy red face.
“Lets do this.”
He lifted the scalpel to his beard and attempted to hack a chunk of his frosty and ragged beard off. 2 hours later it was all gone and Santa looked a good deal younger to his delight. Then all of the sudden there was a big poof of smoke and suddenly his beard had regrown 3 times longer!
“Damn. Should of used the chainsaw.”
*MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE*
I am going through regrowth right now, I can’t wait to get through to the other end. Regrowing myself has been going since september: Everything has a season and seasons begin and end.
Life has a full range of growth patterns. How we live, how we learn, how we grow in each stage.
When you reach a certain age, I do believe we look back and see our mistakes, and we have a chance to be apart of a regrowth of life. I am fully in that stage now.
Now is the time for growth.The time for growth is always now because if you are not growing you are dying and what’s the point of that?
“I must congratulate you on your success,” she said, trailing her fingers through the now knee-high stems. “The state of regrowth is most impressive,”
Geronym, her recently appointed high gardener, flushed with pride. “Thank you, your majesty, but I’m afraid I can’t take all the credit; her highness’ advice has been invaluable. No one knows these gardens like she does,”
The queen hummed in agreement. “Leliah has always had a gift,”
Manicured to bloom robustly.
It was a transitional time in her life, marked with sudden insights and a veritable fountain of creativity. All at once, she experienced a regrowth in her passions. Suddenly growing up didn’t seem like such a scary thing.
but i don’t want it to grow again
don’t want to forge
I just want to live in this moment as i was
before
all this
began
before any of this happened
before my wold as i knew it changed for ever
because that’s not how my life was supposed to go.
not in the slightest
regrowth should only replace the old. otherwise, how can we all sustain?
reptilian appendages discarded in the leaves
a figure of a skeleton, not hearts worn on the sleeves
The pain was devastating, but the contract had been sealed. Glowing eyes looked down at me, mocking me, and I stupidly stared back at them while my arm steamed and throbbed. For all the torture, it was worth it, I knew that.
We stamper up hills, climbing.
Faster
Faster
The road takes me higher
The road takes us higher.
We are calling the nature to come forth with us, as we move,
as we express our being.
Regrowth.
Terrified, we struggle.
We give birth in the womb of sorrow
We are emotional, but now is the time for regrowth.
It’s uncertain whether the regrowth was normal. No one had seen any thing quite like it. In previous cases it was only known to dry out and eventually fall off leaving the patient with permanently mottled skin. Mathilde found the strange barnacle like growths horrifyingly unsightly, while her brother Adam found them grotesquely attractive, and could not keep himself from swiping the fleshy pods off his sister’s arms, only to watch them grow back half the size and twice as densely packed as the previous clusters.
As a rather backhanded Christmas present, Mario gave Lorenzo a trip to a special salon for a “regrowth program.” Apparently, the bald spot on the back of Lorenzo’s head had gotten bad enough to generate several jokes from rather sardonic family members, one such example being, “So I suppose you can reflect the sun back into space with that thing and slow down global warming?”
He left me broken
with shards to spare
cutting deeper, deeper
into the deepest despair
but I will grow one day
a weed in the crack
and he will not stop me
from my regrowth