Sticky, bothersome. Leave me alone. Why won’t you stop sticking me? I guess I must do something about you for you to stop sticking me. Why have it put it off so long? If I trim you back and take care of business you will become manageable and stop sticking me. I know you are sticking me for a reason. I need to take take of my business.
Some thorns are necessary, some I try to ignore and they’ve created a permanent sore on me. I’m used to the sore spot. I have seen myself turn and face another way to relieve the pain, but it doesn’t go away. It’s still there and when I am forced to turn back the pain is so much worse. The temporary adjusting of myself has only made me put off removing or making the thorns less sharp. Some thorns we just get used to I guess. Life will always have thorns. I can see something growing a little twisted and turned as it has adjusted to the thorns in life. There ares scarred areas and long smooth beautiful areas when there were no thorns. There are super strong areas where the thorns were resisted and often removed. Thorns are necessary always painful but are giving direction to my life and which way to grow. It’s never straight up, there will always be twists and turns, but the goal is always up to the sun, to enlightenment, to the universe and god above.
Julie
I was taking a jog int he woods and I got stuck in thorns. It felt like little needles going threw your skin. I was so much in pain because I ran right into a whole bush of them. Its not like one little strand of them, its was 100’s of strands stuck on me. It took me a while before I got them off. So I went ran back home and put band aids all over me.
The thorns were thick on the outside of the building. No one had been around to clear them for years. There was once an attentive young man who had made it his duty, but now the roses had claimed the house, and it seemed unlikely that they would ever relinquish their hold.
Lydia
Sometimes thorns in our side can actually move us forward to find better roses. It may not be something that you see right now but you will and then you will realize the roses you had did not smell as sweet as they could have. Look past the thorns to find the best flowers.
ShadeRed
It’s so funny – so, so funny.
I always came home as a child with thorns in my hair
and stuck to my clothing
and in the palm of my finger,
stinging with every single heart beat.
All the beautiful things have thorns –
I’m just especially good at finding them.
Years ago: The ball rolled under the bush. He’d been warned by his mom not to go near it, but it was his ball and he wanted to keep playing. Sure enough, he reached in, through the flowers and thorns and retrieved his ball. His arm was bloody now and he needed to cover it up. He ran inside, took a shower and wore long sleeves for 2 weeks. Mom never knew, or so he thought. Last week, on his 40th birthday, she told him she watched the whole thing through the back window.
The unicorn puppet on its stage of thorns: up in the rafters, he pulls the strings. The unicorn prances, tears a paper hoof, snags its tail. After the performance, all the children clap. And after the curtain falls, heavy red velvet, the unicorn sighs and looks north. It remembers when it had no strings.
On a vine, they’ll hurt you if you come even close. Like a bad love, they’ll make you suffer. They’re a defensive mechanism that hurts to come near, a sword in hiding. A dagger, more like.
Nick Akhmetov
the boy with the thorn in his side
KåreP
I have shed the crown of thorns I wore on my head as your wife for sixteen years. Your love was placed upon my head not like a silk scarf, but instead, a spikey crown that pinched and pulled at my flesh. Now that I understand you loved me, but had mysterious ways of showing it, I am taking the liberty of removing this crown of thorns from my tired, aching head. I will allow my tired mind to breathe and I’ll once again run my fingers through my locks, free from your love and the crown of thorns.
Kelly Williams Brown
Every rose has its thorns. I never thought I’d find out exactly the true meaning of that: the phrase used to be just something my ENglish teacher would say and I’d nod along and pretend I understood everything. But you don’t realy understand that phrase until you fel its fullest meaning on yourself. Let me tell you how that came about for me.
At some point during my education career, I decided school wasn’t really for me.
SIggi
The crown of thorns pierced his head. Red emerald-hued liquid flowed down from it.
A fitting end, he thought, for him and I. We both started revolutions.
Thorns are generally seen with flowers. This is the irony of life. The underlying depiction is that in real world sorrow and happiness follow hand in hand. There can’t be any happiness without there being no sorrow
Sahil
I fell among thorns of another kind when I had travel to one of those far eastern counrtries two years ago. I was surrounded by scams of all sort, trying to relieve me of my few processions.
victor walkes
It hurts, the thorn in the side of society we live in. It’s horrible knowing these thorns exist. However, I would rather know about then versus not knowing they exist. This way, I can prepare to deal with the pain that is to come. How can one cope with the pain? Simple, accept it, and then move on. It’s easier said than done though. I know that much.
Colton
what is it… i don´t know… i think these things on the head of an animal… well , i have to improve my english….
Sophia
I believe that thorns are a symbol of what life truly is. It may be beautiful, but there are challenges and painful parts in it. But as they say, would you look at the glass half empty or half full? As the rose is it half beautiful, or half painful?
The boy ran into the forest without a care for the thorns that plucked at his sleeves and at his leggings. They snagged, ripped, tore, opened small, stinging cuts on his hands and face that bled freely as he ran.
But that didn’t matter.
He had to make it to the castle in time. If he didn’t… well, he didn’t want to think about what would happen. He /had/ to make it in time. He had to get there in time to save Briar from making the worst mistake she’d ever imagined.
He had to.
Abby
The thorns sliced his hands, staining over the beautiful bright green of the rose stems.
In it he sees a parable; beauty is meant to be left untouched. To meddle is to destroy.
Entropy
every rose has it’s thorn…it’s a
cliche but it is so true…every guy
i’ve ever dated i thought was going to
be the one…the best thing to happen to
me. but even after being in a 5 year
relationship, we both have our faults
Megan
The pain wasn’t bad. I had enough whiskey in stock to make a couple men forget their sorrows. But my mental state had dived deep into depths undiscovered and best kept unlit.
A rose between two thorns. The thorns shifting, turning, scratching, cutting, making her bleed. She would have to choose one of them eventually. The days were becoming longer and the nights were choking her.
It wasn’t as if I had never felt this pain before. The movement of muscle and tissue to make room for growth, creation – but the feeling was as if I had sat upon a throne of a thousand thorns and despite the unbearable pain was making no effort to remove myself from that which was making me miserable.
Misty
The way the thorns pricked her skin was beautiful
Her crimson blood falling from her pale complexion
Heaven only knows why such a happy girl would dare challenge the roses
I brewed poison for you. But you weren’t too happy to hear. You came home, your body worn and haggard, your arms long and lanky, your legs, limping. You walked in quietly, too. There was no intention behind any of this, but… then you drank it. And I knew it hadn’t been me. It had been Time.
thorns are good and bad. they are good because they can be on some very beautiful things – like roses – where they perhaps serve to protect the beauty. but they can also hurt if you touch them without warning. but then again, they can also be on things that are not beutiful – like ugly cacti. I don’t know anyone who thinks cacti are beautiful, but at least I guess they are obvious in their nastiness because of their thorns. or are they actually spikes?
Clare
Thors between two lovers – she never imagined before that she would be interested in dealing with a person that she found it super annoying.
However, time flies and she found the annoyance as a creative force to give her different kind of imagination.
Socratessa
thorns in me, in my house, in my mother. everyone dying. is there happiness? a song sung is full of secret thorns. the roses don’t seem as sweet. the world isn’t so bright. just an empty place full of thorns.
thorns. thorns. thorns. the word itself feels hard and sharp.
hh
Turns out, she should have brought the machete. At the time, it had seemed superfluous. Actually, mostly, it had seemed…heavy. She had to admit that she wasn’t exactly in the best of shape for a zombie apocalypse. Not that the Feds were calling it that. PR and all. She sighed and contemplated her small, flower-patterned Swiss army knife. Wasn’t going to do much about all of these thorns. Or zombies for that matter. Not that she had seen any for herself. Not yet.
Katie
these are annoying little buggers that people get from flowers and junk. it hurts even more to pull them out i think. Paul had one in his flesh that he asked God to remove alot. But God never did. Poison wrote a song about them, every rose has its thorn.
michael
thorns are part of life. All beautiful things have thorns. Roses have big thorns. Jesus was made to wear a crown of thorns. Was it symbolic? Would love to go into details about that
Shetu
(Switched at Birth microfic)
The Kennishes are constant thorns in her side. John and Kathryn don’t understand her, let alone her (their) daughter. They make little effort to understand Daphne’s needs and situation, how hard she has worked and still works everyday. They only want to mold her into the perfect person they want her to be – like them. And now they know Regina’s secret, have listened to her desperate explanation, and still they will not even consider her point of view, her thoughts and feelings. Will not consider that she is just as attached to both of these girls as they could ever be.
in my heart in my side what’s the difference why does it matter where they lay where they’re imbedded? they’re there, isn’t that enough? at night they make me toss and turn and groan at the pain they’ve caused me, but at one point they gave me hope. they made me smile once, once when i was naive enough to believe that things like that would stay forever.
green and sharp they looked young and painful. Like the childhood she left a continent away, she put distance between herself and the cause of shuch unwise pain. Here she fel
Mimi
Thorns, ay-yi-yi! Man, they are EVERYWHERE out here. I dunno why Dad insists on growin’em. Says they ‘keep the evil out’ or something. I swear, they creep on my clothes and stick something awful. But they never pop up right away… it’s weird. It’s like they wait till I’m out and about, doing something. Then I feel a piercing pain in my sock, and yup! It’s one’a Dad’s thorns. Seriously, they’re a pain. I know I shouldn’t complain, since I got it so good… but Dad’s thorns are a serious pain.
Sticky, bothersome. Leave me alone. Why won’t you stop sticking me? I guess I must do something about you for you to stop sticking me. Why have it put it off so long? If I trim you back and take care of business you will become manageable and stop sticking me. I know you are sticking me for a reason. I need to take take of my business.
Some thorns are necessary, some I try to ignore and they’ve created a permanent sore on me. I’m used to the sore spot. I have seen myself turn and face another way to relieve the pain, but it doesn’t go away. It’s still there and when I am forced to turn back the pain is so much worse. The temporary adjusting of myself has only made me put off removing or making the thorns less sharp. Some thorns we just get used to I guess. Life will always have thorns. I can see something growing a little twisted and turned as it has adjusted to the thorns in life. There ares scarred areas and long smooth beautiful areas when there were no thorns. There are super strong areas where the thorns were resisted and often removed. Thorns are necessary always painful but are giving direction to my life and which way to grow. It’s never straight up, there will always be twists and turns, but the goal is always up to the sun, to enlightenment, to the universe and god above.
I was taking a jog int he woods and I got stuck in thorns. It felt like little needles going threw your skin. I was so much in pain because I ran right into a whole bush of them. Its not like one little strand of them, its was 100’s of strands stuck on me. It took me a while before I got them off. So I went ran back home and put band aids all over me.
The thorns were thick on the outside of the building. No one had been around to clear them for years. There was once an attentive young man who had made it his duty, but now the roses had claimed the house, and it seemed unlikely that they would ever relinquish their hold.
Sometimes thorns in our side can actually move us forward to find better roses. It may not be something that you see right now but you will and then you will realize the roses you had did not smell as sweet as they could have. Look past the thorns to find the best flowers.
It’s so funny – so, so funny.
I always came home as a child with thorns in my hair
and stuck to my clothing
and in the palm of my finger,
stinging with every single heart beat.
All the beautiful things have thorns –
I’m just especially good at finding them.
Years ago: The ball rolled under the bush. He’d been warned by his mom not to go near it, but it was his ball and he wanted to keep playing. Sure enough, he reached in, through the flowers and thorns and retrieved his ball. His arm was bloody now and he needed to cover it up. He ran inside, took a shower and wore long sleeves for 2 weeks. Mom never knew, or so he thought. Last week, on his 40th birthday, she told him she watched the whole thing through the back window.
The unicorn puppet on its stage of thorns: up in the rafters, he pulls the strings. The unicorn prances, tears a paper hoof, snags its tail. After the performance, all the children clap. And after the curtain falls, heavy red velvet, the unicorn sighs and looks north. It remembers when it had no strings.
On a vine, they’ll hurt you if you come even close. Like a bad love, they’ll make you suffer. They’re a defensive mechanism that hurts to come near, a sword in hiding. A dagger, more like.
the boy with the thorn in his side
I have shed the crown of thorns I wore on my head as your wife for sixteen years. Your love was placed upon my head not like a silk scarf, but instead, a spikey crown that pinched and pulled at my flesh. Now that I understand you loved me, but had mysterious ways of showing it, I am taking the liberty of removing this crown of thorns from my tired, aching head. I will allow my tired mind to breathe and I’ll once again run my fingers through my locks, free from your love and the crown of thorns.
Every rose has its thorns. I never thought I’d find out exactly the true meaning of that: the phrase used to be just something my ENglish teacher would say and I’d nod along and pretend I understood everything. But you don’t realy understand that phrase until you fel its fullest meaning on yourself. Let me tell you how that came about for me.
At some point during my education career, I decided school wasn’t really for me.
The crown of thorns pierced his head. Red emerald-hued liquid flowed down from it.
A fitting end, he thought, for him and I. We both started revolutions.
Thorns are generally seen with flowers. This is the irony of life. The underlying depiction is that in real world sorrow and happiness follow hand in hand. There can’t be any happiness without there being no sorrow
I fell among thorns of another kind when I had travel to one of those far eastern counrtries two years ago. I was surrounded by scams of all sort, trying to relieve me of my few processions.
It hurts, the thorn in the side of society we live in. It’s horrible knowing these thorns exist. However, I would rather know about then versus not knowing they exist. This way, I can prepare to deal with the pain that is to come. How can one cope with the pain? Simple, accept it, and then move on. It’s easier said than done though. I know that much.
what is it… i don´t know… i think these things on the head of an animal… well , i have to improve my english….
I believe that thorns are a symbol of what life truly is. It may be beautiful, but there are challenges and painful parts in it. But as they say, would you look at the glass half empty or half full? As the rose is it half beautiful, or half painful?
The boy ran into the forest without a care for the thorns that plucked at his sleeves and at his leggings. They snagged, ripped, tore, opened small, stinging cuts on his hands and face that bled freely as he ran.
But that didn’t matter.
He had to make it to the castle in time. If he didn’t… well, he didn’t want to think about what would happen. He /had/ to make it in time. He had to get there in time to save Briar from making the worst mistake she’d ever imagined.
He had to.
The thorns sliced his hands, staining over the beautiful bright green of the rose stems.
In it he sees a parable; beauty is meant to be left untouched. To meddle is to destroy.
every rose has it’s thorn…it’s a
cliche but it is so true…every guy
i’ve ever dated i thought was going to
be the one…the best thing to happen to
me. but even after being in a 5 year
relationship, we both have our faults
The pain wasn’t bad. I had enough whiskey in stock to make a couple men forget their sorrows. But my mental state had dived deep into depths undiscovered and best kept unlit.
A rose between two thorns. The thorns shifting, turning, scratching, cutting, making her bleed. She would have to choose one of them eventually. The days were becoming longer and the nights were choking her.
thorns hurt people…especially when they’re attached to a rose that you’re grabbing…talk about first world problems…bummer.
ouch those thorns you’ve stabbed in my side. scraping into my warm soothing flesh. The ever so trickling blood oozing down the smooth hill tops
It wasn’t as if I had never felt this pain before. The movement of muscle and tissue to make room for growth, creation – but the feeling was as if I had sat upon a throne of a thousand thorns and despite the unbearable pain was making no effort to remove myself from that which was making me miserable.
The way the thorns pricked her skin was beautiful
Her crimson blood falling from her pale complexion
Heaven only knows why such a happy girl would dare challenge the roses
I honestly don’t know how much more complicated it can get? Even with thorns pulling at me from all angles, no matter what I’m going to escape.
I brewed poison for you. But you weren’t too happy to hear. You came home, your body worn and haggard, your arms long and lanky, your legs, limping. You walked in quietly, too. There was no intention behind any of this, but… then you drank it. And I knew it hadn’t been me. It had been Time.
Tines stabbed the peas, forcing themselves through the vibrant green exterior like thorns through berries.
thorns are good and bad. they are good because they can be on some very beautiful things – like roses – where they perhaps serve to protect the beauty. but they can also hurt if you touch them without warning. but then again, they can also be on things that are not beutiful – like ugly cacti. I don’t know anyone who thinks cacti are beautiful, but at least I guess they are obvious in their nastiness because of their thorns. or are they actually spikes?
Thors between two lovers – she never imagined before that she would be interested in dealing with a person that she found it super annoying.
However, time flies and she found the annoyance as a creative force to give her different kind of imagination.
thorns in me, in my house, in my mother. everyone dying. is there happiness? a song sung is full of secret thorns. the roses don’t seem as sweet. the world isn’t so bright. just an empty place full of thorns.
thorns. thorns. thorns. the word itself feels hard and sharp.
Turns out, she should have brought the machete. At the time, it had seemed superfluous. Actually, mostly, it had seemed…heavy. She had to admit that she wasn’t exactly in the best of shape for a zombie apocalypse. Not that the Feds were calling it that. PR and all. She sighed and contemplated her small, flower-patterned Swiss army knife. Wasn’t going to do much about all of these thorns. Or zombies for that matter. Not that she had seen any for herself. Not yet.
these are annoying little buggers that people get from flowers and junk. it hurts even more to pull them out i think. Paul had one in his flesh that he asked God to remove alot. But God never did. Poison wrote a song about them, every rose has its thorn.
thorns are part of life. All beautiful things have thorns. Roses have big thorns. Jesus was made to wear a crown of thorns. Was it symbolic? Would love to go into details about that
(Switched at Birth microfic)
The Kennishes are constant thorns in her side. John and Kathryn don’t understand her, let alone her (their) daughter. They make little effort to understand Daphne’s needs and situation, how hard she has worked and still works everyday. They only want to mold her into the perfect person they want her to be – like them. And now they know Regina’s secret, have listened to her desperate explanation, and still they will not even consider her point of view, her thoughts and feelings. Will not consider that she is just as attached to both of these girls as they could ever be.
The scars: violet and blue. Deep. Blood all over. But it is all worth it, once you look at the beautiful flower.
in my heart in my side what’s the difference why does it matter where they lay where they’re imbedded? they’re there, isn’t that enough? at night they make me toss and turn and groan at the pain they’ve caused me, but at one point they gave me hope. they made me smile once, once when i was naive enough to believe that things like that would stay forever.
green and sharp they looked young and painful. Like the childhood she left a continent away, she put distance between herself and the cause of shuch unwise pain. Here she fel
Thorns, ay-yi-yi! Man, they are EVERYWHERE out here. I dunno why Dad insists on growin’em. Says they ‘keep the evil out’ or something. I swear, they creep on my clothes and stick something awful. But they never pop up right away… it’s weird. It’s like they wait till I’m out and about, doing something. Then I feel a piercing pain in my sock, and yup! It’s one’a Dad’s thorns. Seriously, they’re a pain. I know I shouldn’t complain, since I got it so good… but Dad’s thorns are a serious pain.