it stood tall among the other flowers, growing together in the bush. wild and free, and very, very white. a snowdrop in a sea of red. the colours around it were vivid, while the colour of its petals seemed to leach and fade away in the darkness.
The rose is important because it is your Rose. Because love uplifts words into Names, capitalizes them in the middle of a sentence, because this is your Rose, with her four claw-thorns, alone against the world, except for you and your love for her and her petals folded into each other in increasing complexity.
the sky
was painted
in brushstrokes
and hints of gold.
i laid on the grass
with a white rose
in my hand.
he loves me,
he loves me not.
not.
i guess she’s
right.
or else he would
remember
roses are my
least favorite
flower.
mfgm
Rose is my favourite flower and I love smelling them. Roses are red, Violets are blue and sometimes roses made me feel blue when It’s not supposed to .
Joshua
Lost in the maze of red petals,
Tiny spider sprawled, crawled, called.
No answer.
.
Waiting for the exit
From the overpowering
Sweetness.
.
Escape
Into substance.
Solar Flare
The rose smelled so sweet, even though the area had been flooded and it rose from a puddle of mud. Everything else was covered with muddy, except for the bright red of the flowers. When cleaning the mud out from the house, I reminded myself of the resilience of the rose and how we will suvrive this.
it stood tall among the other flowers, growing together in the bush. wild and free, and very, very white. a snowdrop in a sea of red. the colours around it were vivid, while the colour of its petals seemed to leach and fade away in the darkness.
The rose is important because it is your Rose. Because love uplifts words into Names, capitalizes them in the middle of a sentence, because this is your Rose, with her four claw-thorns, alone against the world, except for you and your love for her and her petals folded into each other in increasing complexity.
the sky
was painted
in brushstrokes
and hints of gold.
i laid on the grass
with a white rose
in my hand.
he loves me,
he loves me not.
not.
i guess she’s
right.
or else he would
remember
roses are my
least favorite
flower.
Rose is my favourite flower and I love smelling them. Roses are red, Violets are blue and sometimes roses made me feel blue when It’s not supposed to .
Lost in the maze of red petals,
Tiny spider sprawled, crawled, called.
No answer.
.
Waiting for the exit
From the overpowering
Sweetness.
.
Escape
Into substance.
The rose smelled so sweet, even though the area had been flooded and it rose from a puddle of mud. Everything else was covered with muddy, except for the bright red of the flowers. When cleaning the mud out from the house, I reminded myself of the resilience of the rose and how we will suvrive this.