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My Blue flower
Contributed by
Absent
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Sunday, 15th May 2005 @ 04:08:53 AM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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I see a lone flower swaying in the spring breeze in the flower bed across from mine. She's not like the other flowers at all, she is the most beautiful flower i've ever seen. Her blue petals dance elegantly to the tune of her solidarity. I break my awe-inspired gaze for a moment to examine my own reflection in a misty pool of water that formed during a recent shower. My own petals were a disgusting shade of gray. I touch the water to erase my image as I look again to the flower of intoxicating beauty whose invincible individuality was slowly gaining control of my love.
My gaze then shifts to a horrible site as I hear the laughter of a little girl skipping into the yard. My eyes widen as I watch the little girl immediately run to my love and begin to observe her as I had been. "Oh! What a pretty flower!" the girl exclaimed as she initiated one of the most atrocious acts i've ever witnessed. Her gigantic hands closed around my love and gripped her savagely, uprooting her from the soil she was born in. I can feel my heart break as the little girl turns around and skips back into her house, slamming the screen door behind her.
I look up through the window to the kitchen where the little girl was holding my love. I could feel my very soul being wrenched from within me as I witnessed the next horrible event. The little girl took a pair of scissors out of a drawer and snipped the roots from my love. I could feel the pain that she felt as I watched each of her roots succumb to the blade and strike the marble counter below.
When the child was finished purging my love of her roots she then placed her in a clear mason jar filled with water and placed her on the window. I shook my head as I bled on the inside, watching my love reduced to a captive in a glass cell. At this point I thought that the worst was over but I soon realized just how naive I was. The little girl continued to admire her captive as a frown lodged itself on her face. "You are a BLUE flower." the little girl declared. "Everyone knows that the most beautiful flowers are RED." After spewing this fallacy from her mouth the child then retrieved a small red vial from a cabinet behind her. "We'll just fix you and make you really pretty ok?" the little girl said as she proceeded to empty the contents of the vial into my loves jar. The water immediately clouded over with a blood-like color. I could sense the fear in my loves body as I observed, helpless as could be.
I continued to watch my love over the course of a day as she sat in her little prison. I counted each tear as they rolled off of her petals into the misty red water. The invading aspect was beginning to affect my loves appearance, crawling ever so slowly and painfully up her petals.
The next morning I awoke to a cold stale breeze. I looked into the sky to see swirling grey clouds, filled with rain and despair. My heartbeat immediately began to quicken as I remembered my loves plight. I shifted my gaze to her spot in the kitchen window and I immediately began to cry. A virtual river of tears flowed from my eyes, I felt as if my life were seeping out with them. My love was gazing into the sky with her eyes blinded by the tears. She was now entirely an ugly synthetic red. She sighed heavily and, for the first time, turned her gaze to me. Our eyes met and I felt the torture that her soul had endured. I wanted so desperately to lift the pain from her shoulders but I knew there was nothing I could do.
I think that she understood my empathy for her, because as a few more tears found their way down her petals she smiled so warmly at me. I returned her smile as best I could but there just didn't seem to be anything to smile about. As we smiled at each other I watched my love close her eyes. I knew what she wanted... And she would soon have it. It took only a few more hours for my love to wither away completely in her little jar, the red water releasing her free spirit into the sky.
Just as it had done a few days ago, the spring breeze began to pick up again, carrying my loves soul. I close my eyes and feel my loves spirit breeze past my petals and then on into the now blue sky. I look up and realized now what my love had to smile about. She knew all along that I was there, she knew that I felt all that she felt. And in its own way it gave her just enough strength to return to me the last smile that she would ever give. Pondering this, I return my gaze yet again to the window where my loves discarded body lay.
The little girl returned to check on her prize and upon discovering my loves remains she shook her head. The child removed my loves body from the jar and roughly discarded it back out onto the lawn outside of the house, oblivious to the pain she had caused. She single handedly destroyed my entire reason for living and the only one that I ever loved. I return my gaze to the sky before I finally wither away myself.
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Re: My Blue flower
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by glassicallyunsuperficial on
Sunday, 15th May 2005 @ 04:34:36 AM AEST
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This is so metaphorical...Its great!
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Re: My Blue flower
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by deathdrop on
Sunday, 15th May 2005 @ 08:31:06 AM AEST
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my, what a fantastic story!
i love the description used here!
THIS IS AMAZING!
... i'm-speech-less!
i look foward to reading more from you! |
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