In addition to writing articles for the Odyssey, I also dabble in poetry, like every other moody teen with Christmas lights hung in her room (we both know its true). Anyway, here are three poems about flowers that I had saved up I hope you enjoy them:

A Rose

“And he said to me:

Her hands were always cold

Like icicles on a hanging tree

She was the smell of snow

A glistening so faint it's barely there and yet it's all around you

She was the essence that lasted all season long

And a fond friend that met you back next year

And yet

Her eyes and words were sweltering

Like a fire in the summer that had surged and swept over a whole forest

A devil’s ignition lit from within her expressed through the way she moved

Her tongue was quick and burning, she could melt her way through any lie

He stopped and looked away from my gaze and I knew

She was everything I wasn’t

A walking contradiction

A dangerous beauty with thorns

A rose

Choking on Lilies

“You made my heart bloom with lilies

But when the stems grew too thick

I began to choke as the petals rose through my throat and you laughed

As this was always your plan

Your sick kind of joke”

Dead Flowers

“There are dead flowers that sit beside my bed

They watch the dreams doddle through my head

They are shriveled and white with brown curling their corners

Slowly rebelling, breaking the order

Of the rigid membrane in their cell wall

Vacuole, Mitochondria, and all

They will be dead

Like the flowers in my head

Blooming life used to flow through their veins

But now they’re brittle, torn, and gray

And i sit here in my own despair

Wondering why i ever cared

About something as fragile, as broken as you, but then I realized

How could someone love me if I am that too”