Like a flower growing out of the ground,
reaching for the sky as that sun beats down on my pretty petals of colours so great,
blowing in the wind back and forth until some silly twat plucks me from the ground to give to his loving love,
There I am being hurled towards her and her smile makes me boom but still pissed at being plucked from the ground,
Her eyes all cheerful as she takes me into her hands,
As ice cream silently for my wounds I realise I was here for a purpose and that purpose was to make one smile, but still pissed at being plucked from the ground
Heading towards a place called a kitchen which I haven’t a clue for I am a flower that was growing out of the ground so bear with me I am trying to learn the language
Placed on a table I be as I watched her fill a vase with water and then felt a chilly chill as she picked me up and placed me in that vase of death
Vase of Death
Its a place where all flowers go to die that have been plucked from the ground,
A story I thought with no truth that vase of death
So as I wilt in that ghostly vase of flowers gone by I think to myself how life can change so quick, so swift twisting and turning as the sun beats down,
I am nearly lifeless and not pretty to see as she holds me in her hands once again and then throws me in the bin
My life as a flower is almost over as I lay on top of some weird instructions for a blowup bed,
I think to myself as my last thoughts fade
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Author notes
somebody once said they would love to run through a field of sol mans and compared me to a flower..LOL one of my excellent friends, he cracks me up and I do the same to him, so I wrote this for him " young blood " I am writing this with absolutely hilarious laughter as I am in a room in paltalk, this person has a absolutely unique laugh which is cracking the me up lmfao, Dancing Euphoria #4
Written August 23rd, 2005
A contest entry
- From A Different Angle by CelticKisses.
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lol... this made me chuckle out load
At first, I was groaning. the opening couple of lines made me think 'not anotehr one of these arty-farty nature poems' but I was pleasantly surprised. This is sharp, observant, witty and contains a brilliant insight into the possible mind of a flower.
"As ice cream silently" was particularly clever, as was the notion of the vase of death!
~Faded
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haha
yeah, I really enjoyed writing this, admittedly a long time ago and I am just getting round to replying lol yes the vase of death, it is so true, people put flowers in vase without even considering the flowers feelings eh
I think we should give flowers the right to appeal, they need equal opportunities lol
shall we start a revolution eh, I'm game
yes it definitely makes you think about alternative ways of thinking, it's kind of fresh fascinating to me now I read it again, what the *^&(% was I on .. eh
it does open my eyes and my mind, I love it
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unique
point of view from different angles has helped the world become what it is, I like the Vase of Death because that's what it is for flowers and for a few insects...I hope you are okay
p.s. it's good to see things from a different perspective and I will be in writing more from the perspective of different things xXx love sol -
I love it
This is SO your silly, sweet sense of humor. I love it...for all the uniqueness, all the silly reality inside of it and for the point of view, so candid, sad, and silly. I love it!
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