Its starts off as a seed, planted in rich soil,
The seed starts to grow,
A bud appears.
It blooms,
It is a Rose.
Winter comes and the plant must struggle against it,
Frosts attack the Rose with bitter cold words, that surround the it,
The plant must endure the hard season.
Spring arrives,
And the Rose is welcomed with warm caresses from the sun.
The rose is now in full beauty,
We call this beauty,

Friendship

The old man sighed upon what his deep blue eyes saw….
He remembered the days when he would laugh at the thought of a wheelchair fitted for him, he was only a boy back then.
He remembered the days when he could look into the mirror and see a handsome young man. He sighed again at seeing his wrinkled weather worn face and grey hair.

Each year I enter a Nano competition, where you have to write a fifty word short story, and each year they pick a word that has to be included in your story. The rules are that the story has to be exactly fifty words long. This is the story I've written for this year, I hope you enjoy it :)

After Exercise
Like melting
Upright 
My body moves
Walking
So slow I could be 
Wading 
Through mollasses
Exhaustion
Tugging at my heels
Muddled 
Bones turned into 
Jelly

The deep meaningless within me made life seem like there was nothing left to live for, I felt like all the past events were worthless too, like they didn't matter, and that the future had no value, no place to be, no one to be…meaningless. The feeling made me want to go to bed and never wake up, what was there to wake up for? The motivation for all work and commitments all seemed lost, the love for things…gone. I didn't know what to do with myself. What was there to do? No one loved me, no one ever asked, how are you, or what are you up to? No one cared about that, and now I didn't either.

when peace of mind
(like an angel's tread)
goes fluttering by
(like the morning mist)
and orchid blossoms
on marble stone
(purple and orange,
wet
with sea foam)

is gone, with all
the rush of days:
yellow buses
in a smoggy haze,
a calling lost to pencils,
a world lost to maps;
just whose idea
was this?
what kind of rose
entraps?

Angry exaggerated mouth on the beast
Inside is tan on beige and
Tidal waves
Are crashing in
Bringing with them
Turns and twists and
Flips and swerves
Off the beast goes on a
Whirl taken too sharp and
The girl in the car gets out says
I'm done I'm done I'm done
And
Nobody believes her
But the witness walking her dogs is probably
Rolling her eyes
That's what the girl thinks
As she curls up in the seat
And turns her eyes down as
The liquid seeps out

I'm your prideless girl
You're riddled with despair
Baby, look at me
You know that I don't care
And your lips are soft on my fingertips
Your whole being caving in
Imploding and I have to watch
And to do so seems a sin
But baby, I know all about them
I cradle your head to my chest
Feel me breathe for two
Your tense neck finally rests
You can return the favor one day
We're stuck for a moment in our little bubble
This world we've carved out of space just for us

Bombs away
Let's wreak havoc on my heart
See how many blows to my head I can take
Before I fall apart

Here goes nothing
I'm standing on the edge of destruction
Let's see how much more I can take
Ah, what's one more day

Kiss me before you leave forever
Who cares if it's a lie
At least I'll have something to cling to
Because heaven knows I can't move on

I still remember
I'll always remember
I'll just pretend I've forgotten
So maybe I can crawl out of bed in the morning

I can find no semblance in him to
The boy I loved
For thirty-six months
And then maybe then some

Does going away neutralize all he did?
I search in his face but cannot find the kid
With two thousand freckles
And a small, sheepish grin
In fact both are gone and
Foreign feelings are rampant