Language of Flores

June 24, 2010
By Psyche BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
Psyche BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
3 articles 3 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
Trillions of people inhabiting this world...Yet, we're all still lonely.


i am an Aracia (not an Amaryllis)
grown from dull and not from rainbows
i am not sad if there are fenses who isolate
i do not worry if Hera reprimand Zeus

my petals are petals of accumulated dew and sewn silk
my leaves are leaves of the waxing moon
(opening and expanding and retracting and closing) who
somersaults like a coin and bestows my reflecting light

behind this palisade throbs a pang of asphyxia
a bath in void of happy and sad and pulchritude and grotesque
shadowing my quarantined abode of perfected posture
and the hope i sleep with the laze of leisure

i am an Aracia (behind the border of
a beauteous garden of Amaryllis) at war with peace
and i care not if skies grow bluest
i will not cry when warmth dies coldly

sepal by petal, i send my diaphanous grains
to majestic you who is now or never:
understanding my language of flores which is the charm of passion
(blooming your garden and germinating my heart)


The author's comments:
Its about a guy. With lost of girls portayed as the Amaryllis, meaning Splendid Beauty that flock around him in his garden. I am the Aracia(Secret Love),the tiny yellow flower literally secretly in love with that guy. I leave it all for you to read it as a story in character.

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