《We Bloom Toward the Sun - POEMS》 LET IT COME LET IT COME We all leave the bulb eventually, rejoicing or fearing Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. to enter the cool light of dawn. Stretch out your arms and fingers, unfold the best tablecloth and set the place for guests. The sun will pierce our skin and keep shining through. MANY QUIET VOICES MANY QUIET VOICES The things we say trickle down the royal vine, mouths hanging open If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. as we wait for light as sweet as honey to stuff the dark to bursting. Whisper without words, listen to your sisters and brothers¡ª they might sing. BLINK AND MISS IT BLINK AND MISS IT Don¡¯t let the tears slip. Fold them casually into Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. an envelope and seal it shut. When the rain sinks into the street, release your own simple storm and wear it like a newly formed pearl. NOT SMALL, JUST SIMPLE NOT SMALL, JUST SIMPLE We cluster together, like family, peeking out from the same branches like newborns rubbing their eyes This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it the moment before sleep has been put to bed. We blend into the safety of yellow and green shades that take the heat when we cannot. Shrug off the weary smile of summer heat and open a little wider, drinking in the shimmer. BRING THE CLOUDS BRING THE CLOUDS You can¡¯t be afraid to stretch when the entire sky throws open The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. arms like God¡¯s front doors. So much room to grow up, reach up, tip the clouds and bring them down for the rest of us. JUST BREATHE AND BLOOM JUST BREATHE AND BLOOM Why do you hide, petals shyer than the weeds that glare through the dirt, boldly eating up This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work. real estate and sun, flaunting their sticky roots and lack of spring colors? Why do the flowers who inspire the artists and dazzle the child hide beneath the thicket of things that will never bloom like you? TO THE SEA TO THE SEA We visited the coast, just to peer through the frost and froth of waves. Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more. You decided to linger longer, drawing a finger through the dirt. We¡¯ll start here, and find our way to the start of the sea. ANOTHER COLOR ANOTHER COLOR Give me your bright colors and unapologetic flares. Blind me with the simple sheen Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road. of your tender courage and the satin of your joy. I do not fear the damp dew of your tears or the curled tips of your fear. I will swallow this color whole. AND CLIMB AND CLIMB Join me on the scaffold as we climb toward the ceiling This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. of the sky. Only the frail petals, drooping toward the warmth of Mother Earth, insist on bowing their heads. Look up with me, and climb. ALL THOSE UGLY DETAILS ALL THOSE UGLY DETAILS Once you get close it gets complicated¡ª details that make the whole fuzzy, ugliness we swallow so no one else This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. will see. Even you don¡¯t dare look too closely. But dare a glimpse and spot the inner workings of a delicate creature, still blossoming, unfurling into a wreath of simple crowns like some kind of royalty. TO CONQUER LOWS TO CONQUER LOWS They keep some of us stowed away like pirate loot and window display, Notice the color of white, far richer than clouds. Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. Admire the stalks¡ªpink like ocean pebbles and stretched out proud. You preen when they admire the rich life of growth and shudder when they mock the few white flags that drag down¡ªdon¡¯t look at me. They brag and smile as you frantically search for the undergrowth, but their sharp words like rose pricks will not feed the thirsty soil of your soul. REACHING A NEW PLACE REACHING A NEW PLACE Sometimes we need a jog, one-way ticket to a fresh place like the fields and plains of Hawaii Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. that ripple with the games of fish and surf. Sometimes the rain can only be captured by an upturned face, unsure what makes the sky fall, but eager to face the horizon fragments. CRAFTED AND COILED CRAFTED AND COILED Don¡¯t you know that hiding leads to colors like the pale petal next door, preening in her sameness. Carefully crafted and coiled, infused with the right Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. balance of summer pink and winter¡¯s shaved white. Unfurl something sharp and crisp like the tips and claws of sun¡¯s dusk, eyes closed¡ªit¡¯s not about the look, but the feel, pouring into the wisps of night air and star shadow. You are more than the fleeting flash of something others call beautiful. BREATHING BREATHING Inhale¡ªI passed many weeds and green, growing things to find you. Exhale¡ªa subtle scent like spring sidewalks after rich rain. This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. Inhale¡ªhalf-covered by the towering bricks and lithe lattice of tasteful disguise, I almost do not see you there. Exhale¡ªthe thorns may prick and send shoots of pain that last, pulse like heart beats. Forget the feel, feel the petals that sit above the sharp. Inhale¡ª and exhale. SKY BREAKING SKY BREAKING Why do I fear the darkness? The shadows that blanket and shelve the hard, purple moments. I spend so much time This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. looking down and inside that the rough and wild ruckus of beautiful, incomplete things slips through my hands and knowing. Embrace the cracks between the bricks. Shimmy up the pale green stalks until the sky breaks like a song. DEEPER THAN SILENCE DEEPER THAN SILENCE Open up, speak the whispers that usually dwell deep. Anything but the slow press and squeeze of The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. silence. We need the tiger stripes of your voice music, mind notes. Open your arms like a smile and stand even taller, until the sun is no more than an umbrella, all eyes on the words you paint. Open up SUN-KISSED SEED SUN-KISSED SEED Light the lanterns and follow me down, to the good place, the place of peace. White stars shatter This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. the night of space, the gloom of loss. Bring a sun-kissed seed, plant it in the Earth¡¯s skin, and stand back. Life grows through the thickness of Earth¡¯s roots. CUP OF SUN CUP OF SUN Try a cup of sun with me, filled past the point of tipping Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation. with the rings of someone¡¯s laughter. Don¡¯t bother downing the whispering rain, hurt pooling under your feet. The sun will fill the empty places. BY THE SEA BY THE SEA When it gets rough, choppy like the spray of someone else¡¯s sea, the silt of sand scratching You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. your finger tips, grow like the blooms do. Ignore the pull, embrace the up. Climb a branch and imitate a star, glowing in an ocean of velvet darkness. SPOTS AND SCARS SPOTS AND SCARS We all have stripes and spots like prowling jungle cats, folds and crinkles like memoir pages. She may hide hers Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. in the wash of careful body colors and paints. He may cover his with the smooth folds of cotton and rich buttons. But the tigers don¡¯t devour their stripes and the pages mean nothing bare. Some stories are etched in wrinkle and scar. LIKE WAVES LIKE WAVES You will never need to bloom alone. Share in the soak of light with Stolen novel; please report. me. Dare to open the shutters, blinds. Stumble by my side, reach out to me. We catch each other like waves. COLOR OF DAWN COLOR OF DAWN Not unlike the stones that make a house a home. Not unlike the swirl of an open Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work! window. Not unlike arms open, hands poised to dust dirty knees and faces. Not unlike the pods that break open like walnuts, rich savor of spring or summer painting the world the color of dawn. CLOSE ENOUGH CLOSE ENOUGH Like blushing, a crown of fears arched on your brow. Get in close, close enough to Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. see all the little folds, like laundry whipping on the line. If you look into the petals, you might see the red face of love or anger. You might see yourself, hiding the best from view. Turn and face it all. SMALL GESTURES SMALL GESTURES Those small gestures you worked so hard to hide If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. are blossoming and growing like children, so eager to stand they cling to your clothes, go where you go. Let them follow. TASTING THE BREEZE TASTING THE BREEZE We hang there, just tasting the breeze, the subtle flavor of change and something strangely sweet. The weight of summer clings The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. to our skin, dulls the daily. Hold your palm out, just to feel the shift. It¡¯s nothing to fear¡ª just the breeze, pulling you away from the cool walls of the things you think you fear. WILD WILD Wild, they call you. Stubborn as weeds and strong as sunburn. The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. Hair blowing out behind like the tide, face a sea of sun spots and kisses. Wild, because you grow in the middle of what others call wilderness. Free, because you continue¡ª GROW YOUR DARLINGS GROW YOUR DARLINGS We don¡¯t look like the others¡ª the large, rosy petals bunched like skirts never touched us. So many little bulbs, The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. ideas we still plan on watering, concepts fluttering around us like plump baby bees. All grown up, but we don¡¯t know what we want to be. Because they¡¯ve said we can¡¯t be it all. Don¡¯t bother talking¡ª water your thoughts and grow your darlings. LIGHT BREAKS THROUGH LIGHT BREAKS THROUGH The weight of the sun bows over you, a heavy taskmaster it seems. Burns through If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. your delicate petals, shines through skin as though it isn¡¯t there. Your friends nestle deeper into the darkness of the living green, seeking shelter from the one thing that always gives them burning, shimmering life. ONE DAY, SOME DAY ONE DAY, SOME DAY One day it will be my turn. The spines and sharp corners will melt in heat simmer, and each voice will call out my name. If I wait long enough, If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. twiddle my fingers like the flit of butterfly wing, it will come, as all good comes, down like trailing ivy. One day. Someone will recognize the dazzle of flower hidden under the fleshy skin of thorns, climb the tower, scale the shy petals the color of sky and¡ª Go. Get a ticket. Jump a plane. Make one day, some day, today. CENTER OF THINGS CENTER OF THINGS The wet weight of someone else¡¯s sadness pulls you toward the center. The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. Center of living. Center of loving. Center of aching. Center of sun and clink of tears as they settle into your lap, staining the world a little brighter. NATURES CROWN NATURE''S CROWN Nature¡¯s crown knows no jewels, no gold or battered brass. Nature¡¯s crown does not gleam in the twilight Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. or weigh like kingdoms. Nature¡¯s crown is kind, ever growing, ever reaching like antlers cresting the moon and sun¡ªa crown that grows from your own bones and falls with the leaves, only to sprout again in a time like spring. THEY TRIED THEY TRIED They tried to bury the beauty, the blinding cold of color in times of ice and chill. If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. They tried to ignore the defiance of living things, persisting underneath it all. They tried to make you so much smaller, pale and chapped, the color of winter. They tried¡ª NOT LEMONADE NOT LEMONADE Not all lemons need to be pressed, squeezed, made up like a sugary bride. Not all lemons Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. are sour, but all hang with tang and life, beaming like ripe suns just waiting to fall. Not an oppressor or conquerer, just another thing tucked into the tree, keeping the blossoms sweet company. UNLIKELY LOVE UNLIKELY LOVE We may be the unlikeliest of friends or neighbors, but we share the same Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road. muddy plot of living. Preen in the same leathery wind. Smile at the same stars¡ª I don¡¯t fear the dark when you¡¯re here. GROWING PAINS GROWING PAINS Growing up on the porch instead of rearing untamed through the fields and groves is no sin. You grow as tall as her. This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. You grow as kind as him. The growing doesn¡¯t eye the domestic scent of whitewashed boards and bricks and sneer. It stretches its roots and sighs¡ªI¡¯m on my way up. FRAGILE AND COMMON FRAGILE AND COMMON If you didn¡¯t kneel down you might not see me, just another living, breathing being trying to grow towards the sun. I perch in the thick of This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. green things, fragile and common as dandelions. I hide my face in purple hands when you get too close, stutter and write my words in the safe of my mind. Keep one hand in the dirt with me¡ª I am living it all one breath at a time. OTHER SIDE OF IT OTHER SIDE OF IT We didn¡¯t know shades of friendship could grow on the edges of things. This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. We crossed the world looking for a new spot of ground and found everywhere filled to bursting with hopeful buds like us. NOT ME NOT ME Even close enough to share the same air, she is beautiful. He is perfection. This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. I want to stumble back into a past where this rich color passed unseen, my mind intent on the dirt, the travels of worms and the skipping of rocks. Intent on holding the Earth instead of fearing the mirror of others. PAST THE SELF PAST THE SELF Not all good passes with age and ticking hands. In the beginning I was in awe of everything. Eager to reach for cords and carpet fuzz. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. Everything that passed through my hands a treasure. In the middle I was littered with the flash and blind of others, the roses flashing thorns¡ª I wanted the satin, Even if I bled. Only now do I begin to see the other flowers in the garden are just as weak as me. AND STILL BLOOM AND STILL BLOOM Is it hard to hang there, never touching the ground, a stranger to silly things like This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. gravity? How do you cling to the heights and still bloom the most true, tender shades of pink? How do I join you, wreathed in the ashes of fear and the birth of newborn courage? NO MORE NO MORE Why look down like an astronaut Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. taking notes of her shoes when the entire Earth is spinning above? Take it¡ªthe stars are blossoming like crowns. BEFORE THE DOOR BEFORE THE DOOR I¡¯ll meet you before The door. Don¡¯t mistake my silence for the somber The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. stillness. Take in my smile, hands extended like leaves fresh from spring, leaves that fell and whispered to dust before reviving like hope. AN END AN END Is it ugly to you? The sight of fading things, dying things? Things returning to the soil? If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. Do you fear an end like this? Trampled underfoot, no one stopping to smell the bouquet, no one bothering to gaze down at the flood of color keeping the dull glaze of winter at bay. RETURN JOURNEY RETURN JOURNEY Even the petals feel the weight of endings here. Circle around the sun The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. and moon in a promise ring of living and dying. But they always return, defy the stone, and speak of our future¡ªdeath is only returning to a beginning. ENGRAVED ENGRAVED I¡¯ll extend a branch to you. Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! Reach out from the sorrow of boxes and etched stone and smell the wild life engraved in this world. WITH TIME WITH TIME I know it looks weak, frail. One snap and the branch Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! falters. One gust and the petals spiral and slip. But with the steady hand and eye of time, the weak and frail break down the stern face of death. DRIFTING SKY DRIFTING SKY In the end we all look the same, soft clouds drifting toward light The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. leaking through like sighs. In the end we all feel the same rush of memory, life catching up to us here in the sky. In the end, there is no need for casual goodbyes. DONT DON''T Don¡¯t talk of death here. Don¡¯t compare me to the whites of tomb or loss. Don¡¯t leave me in the hands Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon. of someone weeping. Don¡¯t drop me at the feet of a life lived. Don¡¯t tell me you look at me and only see an end. I am still growing, thriving, following the gentle curve of the sun. I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED YOUR FLOWERS I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED YOUR FLOWERS Why do we bother slipping open the doors and breezing through the windows¡ªwhy proudly display beauty that dies? Forget the flowers¡ª they only crumble and fade Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. like curling paper in the bed of flames. Why gift those you love with something so weak, temporary? But it wasn¡¯t ever about the flowers, was it. It was you in that vase, tender heart and dreams on display, so hungry for love. I have always loved your flowers.