The flower
In the flower patch Is different. It lies Golden yellow In a sea of blue. It has no one, No one to compare to, And it feels Alone. The others, The sea of blue, Is one. Together, They decide. Together, They mock The poor golden flower. The young boy In the schoolhouse Is different. He is peaceful In a sea of chaos. The boy goes out, Out to the flower patch, Crying. One by one He pulls Every blue flower As golden one Watches in horror. Across the flower patch He sees a girl A girl who's peaceful. He takes the sea, The sea of blue flowers, To her, And together They walk into The sunset. The golden flower No longer looks At the peaceful Boy and girl, As the sea of blue Is now gone, Revealing What Was Hidden. Revealing Another golden flower.
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This was originally supposed to be a song, but I got lazy and decided to turn it into a poem :)
What happens when the moon shines bright, When the stars twinkle With that glowing light? What happens when the sun's up high, With no clouds Up in the sky? The flowers Are painted bright. The leaves, Have a glowing light. The grass is Dew drop-filled Nothing but an open field The sky So bright and blue. The fruit So juicy and new What happens when the moon shines bright? What happens there in the night? What happens, sun in the sky? What happens? The flowers Are painted bright. The leaves, Have a glowing light. The grass is Dew drop-filled Nothing but an open field The sky So bright and blue. The fruit So juicy and new The flowers The leaves The grass The sky The fruit What happens? The tree, leaves so green, flowers so bright, Is Sad. Its leaves are dropping, Dripping With Rain, Filled with despair. The tree, leaves so green, flowers so bright, Is Happy. Hugging me With Shade, Filled with joy. The tree, leaves so green, flowers so bright, Is Scared. Shaking In the Wind, Filled with fear. I miss those days when The tree, leaves so green, flowers so bright, Would tell me How it felt. But now I'm grown; Now I know That trees cannot do such. But wait. Is that the tree Saying he's crushed? I can feel the tree beaming with pride When I decide to stop And Say Goodbye. That Forrest Gump quote:
"Life is a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get." I got the chocolate nobody wanted. The extra, the last one left, the one smushed and cracked. I had to take it; it wouldn't be polite not to. From the outside, I had no idea what I was in for. It seemed impossible to gain the courage to put it in my mouth. But when I did, I was glad. Inside of that dusty, cracked chocolate was nothing I had ever tasted before. Some people, the ones with perfectly-shaped chocolate, filled with gooey caramel or fluffy truffle that makes your mouth water at the sight, may view the differences as bad. But that's only because it was one of a kind; they didn't get to see the inside. They may go "poor thing, stuck with that crappy chocolate". And it's true that I had to get through the stale shell, but it was worth it because it came with a lifetime's worth of satisfactions. That is my life living with Transverse Myelitis. At first, I didn't know if anything was going to get better. But once I got past that hard shell, I realized that my life is unique. It's different, and although people probably do say: "Poor thing, stuck with that crappy T M," they don't actually know what's inside. They don't know that what's inside is rewarding because every time I'm able to do something (anything) again, like tie my shoes or run a few meters, I appreciate it much more than I did before. That is the tasty, hidden part that nobody but me craves, because they've never gotten the chance to see it. So I say: "poor them" to anyone who doesn't know what a real accomplishment is, because knowing that you've accomplished something, big or small, is that secret ingredient. The secret ingredient to the inside of any piece of chocolate, crappy on the outside or not. |
AboutHi, I'm Jen Starzec, and I'm 19 years old. I write a lot about disability and chronic illness, especially related to my main disorder, Transverse Myelitis. I also have a lot of poetry and some short stories. Enjoy! Categories
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