#writingviolets

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concept:floating down a river dressed in black on a life boat. not sure if im living or dieing i think im floating in my casket and i wish i were lieing. i swear i saw the bull frog walking beside me. the rivers flowing so fast i was having a blast intill i figured out it was a river of blood. of the lives weve shed. one by one torn apart straght from the start of life. screwed over with the deck of cards they were givin. i was now the king of the world king of hearts becuse i was now importand enought to be there. dressed for my funeral to king my mom would be proud intill i woke up in the bath tub in my black robe drowning in vokda and whipcream. (things are not allways as they seem)

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concept: the clock move again trying to scream out. one last time banging with his hands. he cant talk forever silenced for everything he saw so manny storys that need to be told that could decide a case or justify a life. but he kept quite. banging on the inside of his eturnal cage. "hush" they say "they can hear you" as more enter the room. the clock strikes Midnight hes tring to scream out. he know allready what your going to say its been said here before. open his door let him out let him speak. his body is now too weak in a relentless cycle. an eturnal battle of speak or dont speak. fess up or be let out. be silences or go free now. yet again ge sits and yells for soemeone to hear him tic tic tic ticc tock the clock strikes one. what you arent haveing fun nether is he with what hes seen. life has weighed him down. some one let this man down from his bird like cage holding him hostage his time is running out.

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wall flower

wallflower. something i was for years. i sat i lisened i sat by the wall lisened to everything. didnt really talk. gave advice when asked and was rarely ever taken noticed of. i dont want to get stuck never being noticed allways being a nobody to everybody. being invisable. i dont want to get rooted in being this nobody. i do not want to die a nobody. even if its in my family i want to be known as someone, even if its to my dog i want to be known.. i want to bloom thats why theres a seperation between the roots and the blooming flowers. theres the wallflowers and theres the blooming flowers. dont die on the wall in the skull dont be another barirar be one to remeber.  being the wallflower being left alone to grow on your own. and haveing to not put down root where you dont want to and wasting away to nothing becuse thats not your place and wasting your live on the wall never brakeing off the wall. never growing into the flower but dying on the wall. but figuring out where to put your roots and how to bloom into the flower you need to be.

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what if we profiled people as flowers

your eyes are like goldenseal my face fixed on you, lips like snap dragons, cheek bones like peonys,

my mom like a daisy, so frail and dainty when you get past her exterior she can be a bit brighter than her outter core. growing up daisys were the one flower my mom could never keep

my dad is a sunflower loud and vousterous and also bright in thinking, dress seems a bit simpelers and dulled down as the inside of the flower not a small one eather. will tower over you if to careless

i am a violet bright and emotional, small and in spite of being pushed down i still come back up

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concept: the trust and bond between us being so strong that i can see through the rough exterior and the vacant expressions. being able to talk about our sullen thoughts and being able to realise your capable of much distruction, but trusting and loving you enough to realise your heart is as tender as july lollipops sinking into the sunshine.

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