The day he had stood their with the roses

It was so long ago

The day he left

I kept the roses to remember him

When they had wilted in the jar

So I put them by my bedside

To remember

The day he left

I went to the store

To buy Rose seeds

I planted them and watched over them

Every day I think about

The day he left

The Rose seeds grow and i watch them sprout

They creep up towards the sun

A...

Bright red

Irises absorb the bloody light

A black hole of colour

Amongst cloudy September

A splotch of feeling,

Vulnerability bundled and tucked

Beneath small trembling arms

Clutching onto dying flowers

As if they are all the warmth

All the warmth in the world

Somebody saw me

Somebody loved me

Can you believe it?

But too soon

Because it’s sooner that forever

Petals dull

And the glow dissipa...

Fading roses on the windowsill

I look at them and I can almost see

I can see the lives that each crumbling pedal represents

As they

Fall

Fall

Until they can no longer go any longer

They can’t go down beneath the surface

And they can’t go back up to being the beautiful rose it once was

Full of life

An abundance of color

Once that color fades

It can never come back

Now all we have lef...

Some things seem so beautiful,

They’re worshiped and praised,

But then they get old,

See there final days,

And less people care,

More forget,

They’re beauty in the start of life’s net,

They see a new blossom and it’s out with the old,

Nobody wants a dying rose...

Dead roses

Blind minds

Embers of fate

Few find themselves blessed enough to find

If only more could see

How can we love a God so seemingly unjust

How can children learn to trust

You

I tell you the truth you tell me I'm meek

I tell you that's too much

You tell me to trust my gut

I hate you with all my guts

I love you for everything you could be

You take your talent and use it so vicious

I see ...

They’re not terrible. They’re not beautiful. They’re not dead, but they’re rotting.

The roses in the vase that you once gave me, are losing their color.

They are losing their scent. Their thorns fall off with a touch.

You used to keep one by your bed. One of the twelve.

When it started to wither and cave in on itself, you replaced them. It was a simple gesture. It showed how much you love ...

The nursing home

It breaks my heart every time I take a step into those doors

The color of these lives fading in the face of all of these people

It _breaks_ me

These people don’t deserve this pain

The loneliness

The sickness

Why does this have to happen?

The rooms with the tv shows on repeat

The tiny medication cups

And the dying roses on the windowsill

Why does this have to be so sad?...

Her eyes were swollen shut, her throat scratchy and her bladder extremely full. Those were Sarah’s first thoughts upon waking, as the crushing weight of reality settled on her anew.

She decided the bladder needed sorting first, but with her eyes still partially closed, her shins found every piece of sharp furniture on the way to the bathroom.

As she relieved herself, she tried to recall the eve...

You gave me directions to your house

Which streets to walk

And what to look for

How to get to your house

Even though we’re hundreds of miles apart

You wanted to show me your roses

Your orange trees I picked as a toddler

Your lemons to make lemonade

You’ve forgeten that I live across the country

You’ve forget my name

Soon you’ll forget yours

You’ve forgotten yourself

We’re losing more of you ea...

The landscapers arrive in three big, shiny white pickup trucks pulling trailers laden with all sorts of lawn equipment. The “FOR SALE” sign swings lazily, a haphazard red “SOLD” taped across. Mowers, weed whackers, garbage cans, and a ton of other stuff I can’t put a name to rattle and shake as the brigade parks by the curb in front of my grandmother’s home. It’s a chilly June morning, the sun mak...