{"id":6952,"date":"2019-10-09T09:41:02","date_gmt":"2019-10-09T14:41:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=6952"},"modified":"2019-10-09T09:41:02","modified_gmt":"2019-10-09T14:41:02","slug":"poetry-by-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2019\/10\/09\/poetry-by-me\/","title":{"rendered":"poetry by me :)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Facade<\/span><\/p>\n

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Flowers are supposed to smell sweet.<\/span><\/p>\n

That is what I thought upon first inspection.<\/span><\/p>\n

How could a flower be so beautiful,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet have such a pungent and foul smell?<\/span><\/p>\n

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Flowers have a reputation to uphold, you see.<\/span><\/p>\n

They must be Tangerine<\/span> with Pink tones<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And a Yellow base.<\/span> They should be shaped like<\/span><\/p>\n

A cup, ready to catch the compliments thrown to them.<\/span><\/p>\n

They should be layered like a person,<\/span><\/p>\n

Dark on the inside and bleached by the sun on the outside.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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Or Lavender with kisses<\/span> of Purple lining the bottom<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A Yellow belly, right in the center<\/span><\/p>\n

A Lilac Red clings to the tips,<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Waiting to jump off.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pollen swims in the center<\/span><\/p>\n

Yellows<\/span> and Orange<\/span> couples dance in the sun.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Or a pastel Yellow flower that emits serenity.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

It is so small in color yet big in character.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

It starts as a deep\u00a0<\/span>Yellow<\/span><\/span>\u00a0and ends in an almost White color.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

There is no deeper layer to this flower,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Much like the person looking at it.<\/span><\/p>\n

The edges are ruffled like the hair of a child,<\/span><\/p>\n

After their father messes it up.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

There are spots of an electric Orange,<\/span><\/p>\n

Splattering across the lips of the bud.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Beneath these bitter smelling flowers are rocks and dirt.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps they\u2019d smell more like real flowers,<\/span><\/p>\n

If they came from a softer background.<\/span><\/p>\n

The poisonous ants crawl around,<\/span><\/p>\n

Waiting for something to bite.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Vines stem from these flowers too.<\/span><\/p>\n

Their umbilical cords are a deep Purple,<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

With Green lines going along with them.<\/span><\/p>\n

They have leaves and flowers sprouting from them on every inch.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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The small garden is surrounded with concrete,<\/span><\/p>\n

Worn down and chipped on the edges.<\/span><\/p>\n

From students sitting and looking at the flowers.<\/span><\/p>\n

The rocks that are sprinkled in are various shades of Browns and Oranges.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Turquoise paint is cracked and mostly missing.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The ants crawl there, too. <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Facade   Flowers are supposed to smell sweet. That is what I thought upon first inspection. How could a flower be so beautiful, Yet have such a pungent and foul smell?   Flowers have a reputation to uphold, you see. They must be Tangerine with Pink tones\u00a0 And a Yellow base. They should be shaped … Continue reading “poetry by me :)”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":45,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6952"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/45"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6952"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6952\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6978,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6952\/revisions\/6978"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6952"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6952"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6952"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}