Bloom Honey, Bloom
Bloom honey, bloom
See those pretty roses?
They have thorns too
Had pierced someone
Hurt someone
But didn't sink in guilt
In life, things like that happen
You'll gonna hurt somebody
Break somebody
Well, who doesn't?
We all have that kind of days
We're loved
We're hated
Nobody is perfect
So get out of that shell
Brighten that face
And show the world
That you are capable of love too
Yes you don't always gleam
Like the sun
Sometimes you come
With a thunderstorm
But at least, honey at least
You don't fake any of it
You're authentic
You're raw
You're a mess
And because of that
You're beautiful
So like those pretty roses
Bloom honey, bloom!
-pretty roses,
Katie, 21:30
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But darling, you may drench the heart with alcohol and it will still feel what you prevent it to feel when you're sober.
The heart may have drunken episodes darling but it will always remember...
It will always remember the things that made it fly in its hazy state of drunkenness.
Maybe, there are things in this universe that you can escape. Love isn't one of them. For it will always rise and persist from every sidewalk crack that you pass by.
So darling stop denying the heart its freedom. Just let it feel what it truly feels.
The heart remembers
(Sidewalk cracks)
Katie, 21:00
Heart, I failed you again.
I'm sorry you broke again. And this time, I don't know if I can ever make you whole again. For you didn't just shatter into pieces. You've been burned into ashes. Unless, you're a Phoenix, there's no way I can revive you.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I led you into an open combat. I'm sorry I didn't listen to your screams. I'm sorry I didn't trust you when you said we're walking into a trap. I thought you can manage. For heart, you've always managed. You've always been so strong. I counted so much on that. Even when you're losing it all, I didn't let you retreat.
I'm sorry.
It was all my fault. I led you into a battle we cannot win. I'm so sorry. I just thought he's worth it. That he's different. Now your ashes scattered about the ground say it all.
Heart, I'm sorry. I truly am.
Not a Phoenix,
Katie, 21:45
I used to say
I
Singular
Selfish
In every way
I
Didn't mind
Walking on the pavement
Alone
At night
Ignoring
The cold wind
And the eyes
Darting behind me
They're strangers
Thus unimportant
I
Just walked
Straight
And sturdy
Like
I
Owned every beat
Of my heart
Then
I
Saw you
Oh, my eyes-
They lingered
On your silhouette
Taking shape
In the verge
Of the darkness
You
Materialized
And all the walls
I
Built around me
Crumbled
I
Am exposed
Vulnerable
To the cold
You
Held me
In your arms
Kissed me
Like you know
Where my scars are
At first
I
Was scared
But
You
Blew
My fears away
You said
We
Will traverse the oceans
Discover how deep
Secrets could get
Measure how far
The horizon could stretch
You said
We
So I smiled, undaunted
Trusted
You
Took your hand in mine
Offered my all
Selflessly
You're mine
This time is ours
You
Me
We
Forever
-Of love and pronouns,
Katie, 22:00
@littlest-meerkat
I catch the first drop of rain on my palm and imagine how much you waited for it. You told me you wanna fall in love before the first rain of November. It's been raining for weeks now, my love. And every drop reminds me of the reasons why you had to wait for this season, to fall in love. And though I exhaust my wit trying to get the wisdom behind it, I don't understand. I can't understand. Why did you wait? And why did the rain come too late? Too late for you to feel it glide on you face. Too late for you to catch it on your palm. You know, sometimes I try to question Cupid. Why? Why you? Why me? Why in the universe did we have to wait? If he has a conscience, why did he allow us to wait this long? Now you're gone and the sky just won't stop raining. And I still don't get it. My world may be flooded soon and I will still be here trying to unravel the wisdom behind the course of waiting you chose to thread when you could have just fell in love with me. I wish I could have just ignored your "first rain fantasy" and fell in love with you while I had the chance.
-Waited for the first rain to fall in love
Katie, 24:30
Fragments shrieking
Underneath her bed
Consuming sanity
Kindling time spent
Invincible soul
Turning cold tonight
In gloom sinking
Marching with shadows
Leaving the room
Enraged yet steady
Amidst falling debris
Varying degrees of
Incessant torment
Nothing could shake her
Gravitating towards
Nowhere she walks
On steep rocks
Wondering about the past
-Leaving tonight,
Katie, 24: 45
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