In gardens where the golden light unfurls, The blossoms rise with joy, their petals twirled. They chase the sun with vibrant hues so bright, Their delicate grace dances in the light.
Yet when that light is lost to shadow's gloom, The flowers wilt, their colors fade and loom. In darkness, dreams of warmth and life decay, Their beauty fades as light is snatched away.
Dear Bella,
I can hardly find the words to express how much I miss you today. The world feels so empty without you. I tried to keep myself busy, but it’s so hard to escape the aching void you’ve left behind.
This morning, I made us both a cup of coffee, just like we used to. I brewed it strong and tried to make it taste like the way you liked it. I almost laughed, remembering how you’d tease me about my terrible coffee-making skills, but the laughter never came. It’s just tears, Bella. All I have are tears now.
I went for a walk in the park where we used to spend so many afternoons. The flowers were in bloom, their colors so vibrant, and I tried to take solace in their beauty. But every time I saw a flower, it just reminded me of you and how much I wish you were here with me. I walked past the old oak tree we loved so much, and I sat there for a while, staring up at the sky, hoping that somehow, you could see me.
Later, I tried to work on that poetry we always talked about. I wanted to write something beautiful, something you’d be proud of. But the words felt hollow, and I couldn’t find the right lines. It’s as if my heart is too broken to create anything meaningful without you by my side.
I don’t know how to go on without you, Bella. Everything feels so heavy, so wrong. I miss your laugh, your advice, your endless kindness. I just want to hear your voice again, to feel your presence. I wish I could turn back time, just for a moment, to hold you close and tell you how much you mean to me.
I hope wherever you are, you can feel my love reaching out to you. I hope you know that you’re always in my heart, and I carry a piece of you with me every day.
I love you so much, Bella. I miss you more than words can say.
Forever yours, Ivy
The rain had been relentless for days, washing the summer dust from the roads and turning the forest paths into muddy trails. It had been a week since anyone had seen Jake. The police had given up after the initial search, chalking it up to a runaway case. But Jason knew better. Jake wasn’t the type to run away; he loved their mom too much for that.
Jason trudged through the woods, flashlight in hand, its beam cutting through the evening gloom. He followed the creek downstream, hoping to find some trace of his younger brother. He hadn’t slept well since Jake disappeared, the nightmares and guilt gnawing at him every night.
The first clue had been Jake’s favorite blue hoodie, snagged on a branch near the old mill. Then, the torn page from one of Jake’s comic books, crumpled and wet, found by the creek’s edge. Each clue was a lifeline, keeping Jason’s hope alive.
Days turned into a blur of sleepless nights and frantic searching. Every time Jason closed his eyes, he saw Jake’s smiling face, heard his laughter echoing in the halls of their quiet house. The guilt was suffocating, each moment of silence a reminder of his failure to protect his brother.
Then, one rainy evening, Jake reappeared.
Jason found him at the edge of the woods, shivering and silent. His eyes were hollow, his body frail and bruised, with burns marring his skin. He looked like a ghost, the boy he used to be now just a fragile shadow.
“Jake!” Jason cried, rushing to him. He enveloped his brother in a hug, but Jake didn’t respond, didn’t even flinch. He stood there, staring blankly, as if he was no longer present in his own body.
“Who did this to you?” Jason demanded, searching Jake’s face for answers. But Jake remained mute, his eyes glazed over with a distant terror.
Jason brought Jake home, and their mother’s tears were endless. She fussed over Jake, tending to his wounds, trying to coax words from his lips. But Jake remained silent, a haunting presence in their once warm home.
Jason continued searching for clues, unable to shake the feeling that he was missing something vital. His mind raced, piecing together fragments of memories and whispers. He retraced his steps, went back to the mill, the creek, the woods, searching for anything that could lead him to the truth.
One night, he found a hidden journal in Jake’s room. It was filled with scribbled drawings and fragmented thoughts. One entry stood out, written in Jake’s shaky handwriting: “He wants to hurt me so they’ll love him more.”
Jason’s heart sank as the realization dawned. The pieces fell into place, the scattered clues forming a horrific picture. The memories he had buried deep resurfaced with brutal clarity. The nights he had spent in a rage, the jealousy and anger that had festered inside him, the need for attention that had driven him to madness.
He had done this. He had hurt Jake, trying to make their mother see him, to make her love him more.
Jason’s breaths came in ragged gasps as he stumbled into the kitchen. His vision blurred with tears. He looked at the knife on the counter, its blade glinting under the dim light. His hands shook as he picked it up, the weight of his actions crushing him.
He found Jake in his room, staring blankly at the wall. Jason’s heart ached as he looked at his brother, broken and battered by his own hand. Tears streamed down his face as he whispered, “I’m so sorry, Jake. I didn’t mean to—”
But Jake didn’t respond. He remained silent, trapped in his own world of pain.
Jason’s mind was a whirlwind of guilt and anger, a storm of emotions he couldn’t control. He raised the knife, his hand trembling. “I’m sorry,” he choked out, “I’m so sorry.”
The blade plunged into Jake’s chest, and for the first time, Jake’s eyes seemed to focus, a brief flicker of recognition passing through them. His lips moved, but no sound came out.
Jason watched the life drain from his brother’s eyes, his heart shattering with every second. He pulled the knife free, blood dripping onto the floor, staining the wood.
Their mother burst into the room, her scream piercing the night. She fell to her knees, cradling Jake’s lifeless body, her sobs shaking her frame.
Jason stood there, the knife heavy in his hand, his mind a numb void. He looked at his mother, her face a mask of anguish and disbelief.
“Wherever there is light, the flowers will find it,” Jason said, his voice hollow. He looked at the bloodied knife, the symbol of his own darkness. “And wherever there is evil, the weeds will thrive.”
In our old tree house, shadows dance, Whispers of laughter, lost in chance. The sunlight filters through the leaves, A beacon for the heart that grieves.
Wherever there is light, the flowers will find it, You said, your voice a gentle chime. Now I'm here alone, our secret hideout, Clinging to echoes from another time.
I trace your name in dusty corners, Each letter a pang, a silent mourner. The branches creak like your soft giggles, As if they feel my heart’s faint jiggles.
Our memories bloom like morning glories, In this sanctuary, we wrote our stories. But now the light feels cold and distant, A reminder of dreams now nonexistent.
I close my eyes and hear your whispers, Feel the touch of your hand, faint, like whiskers. In the golden beams, your face appears, Your smile breaking through my fears.
You promised me that flowers would find light, Even in the darkest, starless night. So I hold on to that flicker, bright, Hoping it will make everything right.
For in this place, our sacred tree house, Love lingers, a silent spouse. And though you're gone, I feel you near, In every beam of light, so clear.
Wherever there is the light, the flowers will find it, You remind me, even as I sit. And in this glow, I find my strength, To face each day, to go the length.
Your spirit soars with every dawn, A flower in the light, never truly gone. And in this tree house, I’ll wait and see, The light you left, still guiding me.
Summer days in our small town were supposed to be filled with laughter and carefree adventures, but for me and Lily, they were tinged with shadows. We were fifteen, on the cusp of our sophomore year, but the weight of our struggles made us feel much older.
Lily and I had been inseparable since kindergarten. She was my anchor, the light in my darkest moments. And I, well, I was the one trying to find my way through the maze of my mind. Anxiety and depression had been my companions for as long as I could remember, and Lily was the only one who knew the depth of my pain. We had an unspoken pact to keep our struggles a secret from the world, to maintain a facade of normalcy.
The summer sun filtered through the leaves as we sat in our favorite spot in the park, a secluded corner where we could talk without fear of being overheard. The quote Lily loved so much echoed in my mind: "Wherever there is light, the flowers will find it." She always believed that no matter how dark things got, we could find our way to the light together.
"How are you feeling today, Em?" Lily's voice was gentle, her concern evident.
I shrugged, unable to meet her gaze. "The same, I guess. It's hard to explain."
Lily reached out and took my hand, her grip warm and reassuring. "You don't have to explain, Em. I'm here. Always."
I squeezed her hand, grateful for her presence. Lily was my rock, the one who pulled me back when I teetered on the edge. But lately, I could see the strain in her eyes, the exhaustion she tried so hard to hide. She was carrying the weight of both our struggles, and it was taking its toll.
As the days turned into weeks, our bond grew even stronger. We spent hours talking about our dreams, our fears, and the future we hoped to build. But the shadows of my mind were relentless, and there were days when I felt like I was drowning.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over everything, Lily and I sat on my porch, watching the world go by. The silence between us was comfortable, but I could sense the turmoil within her.
"Lily, are you okay?" I asked softly, breaking the silence.
She turned to me, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and determination. "I'm just worried about you, Em. I wish I could take away your pain."
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I blinked them away. "You're already doing so much, Lily. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Lily smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "We'll get through this, Em. Together."
But as the summer wore on, our challenges grew more daunting. My parents, oblivious to the storm raging inside me, pushed me to participate in more activities, hoping to snap me out of my "mood." And Lily, ever the protector, tried to shield me from their well-meaning but misguided attempts.
One particularly hot afternoon, we were walking home from the library when we heard the unmistakable sound of a car engine revving aggressively. Instinctively, we turned to see a car speeding down the street, its occupants shouting and waving their hands wildly.
"Get down!" Lily yelled, pushing me to the ground just as gunshots rang out.
The world became a blur of sound and movement. The car sped away, and I turned to see Lily lying beside me, her eyes wide with shock, a dark stain spreading across her shirt.
"No, no, no!" I screamed, crawling to her side. "Lily, stay with me! Please!"
Her hand found mine, and she squeezed weakly. "Em... remember... the light..."
Tears streamed down my face as I held her, my heart shattering into a million pieces. "Stay with me, Lily. You can't leave me. I need you."
But as her eyes closed and her grip loosened, I knew the light in my life was fading. The paramedics arrived, their voices a distant echo as they tried to save her. But it was too late. My best friend, my anchor, was gone.
In the days that followed, I was a shell of myself. The town mourned the loss of a bright, kind-hearted girl, but no one could understand the depth of my pain. The darkness threatened to consume me, and I found myself teetering on the edge once more.
But then, in the quiet moments, I remembered Lily's words. "Wherever there is light, the flowers will find it." She had been my light, and though she was gone, her spirit remained with me. Slowly, I began to find strength in her memory.
I started writing, pouring my heart onto the pages of a journal Lily had given me. It became my outlet, my way of keeping her alive in my heart. I joined a support group, and for the first time, I opened up about my struggles. The connections I made there became my new anchors, helping me navigate the turbulent waters of my mind.
As summer turned to fall, I returned to school, carrying Lily's memory with me. The pain of her loss was still raw, but I was determined to honor her by living the life she had believed I could. I threw myself into my studies, joined clubs, and even started a mental health awareness group at school.
Through it all, I felt Lily's presence, a comforting whisper in the back of my mind. She had saved me in more ways than one, and I was determined to make her proud. I knew she was with me, guiding me toward the light, and in that light, I found the strength to keep going.
Wherever there is light, the flowers will find it. And in the garden of my heart, Lily's spirit bloomed, a reminder that even in the darkest times, there is always hope.
In a garden vast beneath the sky, where azure hues delight, A myriad blooms with colors cast, each finding gentle light. Wherever there is light, the flowers will seek and find, In shadows cast by life’s great play, they bloom with tender mind.
The Rose, a queen in crimson, her thorns a fierce defense, Resilient through the tempests, her beauty is intense. Soft petals guard a tender heart, alone yet regal high, A monarch in the sunlight, beneath the open sky.
The Sunflower stands with golden face, basking in the rays, Turning toward the sun, with joy that lights its days. With open heart and lifted gaze, it reaches for the sky, A beacon for the wandering, a guide as time goes by.
The Lily, pure in white and blue, with grace that softly sings, Embraces dawn's first gentle light, where peace and calmness springs. In morning mist, its essence flows, a whisper to the soul, A quiet bloom in twilight's hush, where serene moments stroll.
The Dandelion, bright and wild, dances in the breeze, A dreamer on the winds of fate, with secrets none can seize. Though seen as common in the field, it spreads its seeds afar, A fleeting wish upon the air, a hope on every star.
The Orchid, rare and vibrant, with colors rich and deep, Thrives in hidden, shadowed nooks, where mysteries gently creep. Its beauty strange, unconventional, a marvel to behold, A testament to uniqueness, where stories rare unfold.
The Cactus flower in desert harsh, with strength in silent might, Blooms vibrant in the arid land, a marvel in the night. Petals vivid, unexpected, amidst the sand and stone, A testament to endurance, in places seldom known.
Each flower in this garden, a soul within our sphere, With roots entwined in history, as life's path draws near. In light they find their courage, in darkness find their rest, A garden full of stories, with hearts by fate caressed.
So let us tend this garden, with kindness, love, and care, For every soul a flower, with burdens each must bear. Wherever there is light, the flowers will seek and find, In life's grand tapestry, where every heart’s entwined.
-The Rose That Grew From Concrete-
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet. Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared
Hi guys, I’m not sure if you’re familiar with the account “Bella bee :)” but if you are, I have some news. Bella was my best friend, and she lost her battle to mental health around the same time she last posted. I miss her everyday, her smile and laugh, and her little quirks that made her whole being shine. This is a letter for my best friend, who I know is looking after me. I love you, Bella.
Dear Bella,
I don't know where to start. How do you write to someone who’s gone? How do you put into words the emptiness that fills the spaces where your laughter once echoed? I miss you so much it physically hurts.
I keep thinking about the last time we talked. You seemed tired, but you smiled that crooked smile of yours and promised we’d go to the beach next weekend. I wish I had noticed the shadows behind your eyes, the weight you were carrying. Why didn’t you tell me, Bella? We promised to share everything, to be there for each other no matter what.
Do you remember the treehouse in my backyard? We used to spend hours up there, making plans for our future, dreaming about the places we’d go, the people we’d become. It feels so empty now, just like everything else. I went up there yesterday, hoping to feel close to you, but all I felt was the cold wind and the echo of your absence.
I’m so angry, Bella. Angry at you for leaving, angry at myself for not seeing the signs, angry at the world for being so unfair. But mostly, I’m just heartbroken. You were my person, my sister in everything but blood. How am I supposed to do this without you?
Mom says you’re at peace now, that you’re not hurting anymore. But I can’t find peace. All I can think about is what I could have done differently. Maybe if I had called more, visited more, told you how much I loved you more often… Maybe you’d still be here.
Everyone keeps saying time will heal, but I don’t want to heal if it means forgetting you. I don’t want to move on if it means leaving you behind. How do I keep living in a world that doesn’t have you in it?
I found that bracelet you gave me for my birthday last year. The one with the tiny silver heart. I’ve been wearing it every day, a small piece of you to hold onto. I wish it could bring you back, even just for a moment.
I hope you’re okay, wherever you are. I hope you’ve found the peace that eluded you here. And I hope you know how much you were loved, how much you are still loved. You’ll always be in my heart, Bella, every single day.
I love you.
Ivy
She wants to know his secret, a truth cloaked in night, A whisper in the shadows, hidden from sight. He hasn’t yet decided what it might be, A riddle in his heart, yearning to be free.
Her eyes, like lanterns, seek through the gloom, As he wrestles with thoughts, in the quiet room. A mystery unformed, like mist on the sea, She dreams of his depths, of what he could be.
Secrets woven in silence, threads of unknown, A tale yet unwritten, a path not yet shown. In the dance of their hearts, the secret unfolds, In the light of her gaze, his story is told.
She wants to know his secret. He hasn’t decided what it is yet. Every morning, Elena watched Leo slip away into the forest behind the village. His absence gnawed at her curiosity until she couldn't bear it any longer.
One evening, she followed him. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows among the trees. Leo stopped at a hidden glade, a place she’d never seen before. There, a circle of ancient stones surrounded a dark, foreboding pit.
He turned and saw her. “Why are you here?” he asked, his voice a mix of surprise and irritation.
“I want to know your secret,” she replied, stepping closer.
Leo sighed, glancing at the pit. “This place... it’s where I bring them.”
Elena's heart raced. “Bring who?”
“The ones who disappear,” he said, his eyes darkening. “I lure them here, offer them dreams and desires. And then, I sacrifice them to the pit. It demands blood, and in return, it grants me power.”
Elena's blood ran cold. “How many?”
“Too many,” he whispered, the weight of his deeds hanging in the air. “Each sacrifice feeds the darkness within me, making me stronger, but also hungrier. It’s a curse I can’t escape.”
Elena took a step back, her mind reeling. “You’re a monster.”
Leo’s eyes flickered with a twisted mix of regret and resolve. “Yes, and now that you know, you have a choice. Leave and forget, or stay and join me in the shadows.”
Elena’s breath caught as she considered her fate.
