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RosesI pulled apart a rose today.
A vase of pink speckled roses, dying from the lack of a sunrise in my room, drooped towards me, leaves and petals just beginning to fall and scatter across my floor. Their fragrance had filled the room for days, but now they were dying.
So I tore one apart. I didn’t pick which one was more or less dead. I didn’t choose a favorite, or the ugliest, or the prettiest or the most spotted. I grabbed the one closest to eye level. The outer petals had already succumbed to a stiff, but slightly pliable rigor mortis of color. The clique red had darkened to a deep burgundy and the pink to a lustful scarlet. The edges of the once velvety leaves drug across my fingers, rough as ancient newsprint, before crumbling to dust in my lap. Is that it? Has this flower really nothing left than to wither away into a dry husk, not even worthy of being pressed between the pages of some great Hawthorne or Shakespeare?
My fingers dug at the next layer, finding it silkier b
Making SensesWhat do your eyes see?
Can they see me? Do you see my level, or am I too far below you? I must look up to catch your eyes, to explain, to reconcile, to change your voice into a softer appeal of understanding. Your impatience and arrogance are directly correlated to my own, as each time you call out, I am quieter. I am often unable to see the reasoning behind your actions; your brash mannerisms leave me stunned.
What do your ears hear?
Can they hear my voice? Do you hear the pain resonating inside of my soul? I must shout to grasp at your attention to silence your misunderstandings of my viewpoint. I never said that we were identical, I never needed us to be, but I knew we had as much indifferent as we did in common. Each insult you throw is a knife to my chest, but I carry on. I must for if I leave your side, will you be torn down by your own echos?
What can I see?
I can see you. As much as I hate it I cannot avoid your impact on my memories. You lace through them like kerosene, awaiti
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More