In a world full of roses, be a cactus.

He left. Fine. What a predictable bloom.

Another pretty face destined for the tomb

Of my memory. I'm not shedding a tear,

Roses are high maintenance. That much is clear.

He wanted softness. Wanted a sweet, easy thing.

A delicate petal, the joy I should bring.

But darling, I’m thorny. I hoard my own water.

I'm not built for your vase, I'm nobody's daughter

To ...

In a world of roses, be a thorn.

Stick out in the sea of normality.

And don’t be afraid,

To make a point where it hurts....

In a world full of roses,

Be a thorn —

For I scorn

The ways of men.

Born

From dirt,

I grew in poverty —

A lottery

I lost

In heaven.

Gone

are my parents,

Left no inheritance.

I flowered,

Then soured

With age.

No one is safe.

No one is safe.

Death’s hollow eyes

Will find you.

No one is safe

No one is saf...

in a world of roses

be

ink.

because roses wilt and their petals fall

and their perfume will fade

away

and their color will fade

but ink will always

stay

so you will be as dark as night

as velvet as

heartbreak

and as soft as liquid

so you stain even the softest

petal

and depending on how you draw

you can be as sharp as a blade of cold

metal

and you will look one way

but when a ...

In a world full of roses,

be a weathered watering can.

Scars from trials

Like rust peeking through

Reminding us of

Wisdom gained

Through perilous times.

Filled with life

Like the water that sustains

Sprinkling the Truth

Of God’s promises

For all to hear.

Held securely

By the grip of our Creator.

Replenished

By the love of our Father....

In a world full of roses,

Be a wildflower.

Those roses practice poses,

And affection is showered.

But dandelions,

They can live anywhere.

They can be Hawaiians,

Or travel in the air.

Roses are brittle

And need much care.

But those called Deadnettle,

Their life is fair.

Roses can be beautiful

And not quite like a Poppy,

But they wilt when conditions aren’t suitable.

They are very choppy....

In a world full of roses,

Be the crown of thorns,

Whilst everyone gets lost in woes,

Shine bright amidst life’s storms,

Though some may freeze like winter snow,

Shivering like a leaf tattered and torn,

Be the apricity that thaws their soul,

The pause between the breath…death is reborn!

—TerrySalmon-...

In a world full of roses, be a wilted petal.

Departing from its own body, it drifts toward the ground in a slow, crusading dance of beauty and loss. Shedding what once held it, it begins to rot and decay upon the bed of the earth.

I remind myself of that wilted petal — trying my damnedest to break free from the body I rot off of, shedding myself from what keeps me still.

_Yet, as a ...

In a world full of roses,

be a drop of the rain on their cheeks.

Follow gently the curves

On the very surface of their universe.

Travel the world atop

The most wonderful cushions and bed.

Never to be distracted

By violent games played by the

Animals, passing and rushing

ahead. Making a whole new circle -

Returning back to the sky.

Only to carelessly parachute down

To enjoy the journey -

A...

In a world full of roses,

be a dandelion

Some call them weeds

Others make wishes with them

Others still call them lovely

Some drown them in poison

Others scatter their seeds

Others still simply observe

But the dandelion stays the same

For times it will leave,

but it always comes back

No matter the ease or discomfort

a dandelion keeps growing

So be a beautiful, annoying, resilient, growing

we...