Violette Fleur's Stories

Open your doors

2007-06-28T04:13:38Z

you can open the door when you are ready, ready to accept the challenge that God has lay before you.

open your door, on your own, by yourself. I’m not ready yet to stretch my brittle wings and try to fly. you are supercilious in your actions toward me. you fell out your door, and happened to discover your comely set of wings you inherited from your ancestors.

everyone, quickly, gather around, i am about to open my door, who knows if i will fly, but god told me today is the day.

i open my door, slowly, and quietly, as not to wake up the other side, not yet seen by my eyes.

i stretch my wings, and push myself from the edge, never to see that other side again.

Running Away

2007-06-13T21:10:39Z

I ride into the sunset, mounted on my stallion.

He knows I am running away, not what from, but that I need to get away.

He understands, and that’s why he doesn’t stop.

I can't smile anymore

2007-06-12T21:12:35Z

I can’t smile anymore.
I can’t laugh off the hurtful jokes
and pretend everything’s ok
when it’s really not.
My heart is scarred forever,
and no apologies
can ever change that.
You say you won’t hurt me again,
and then you do.
What do I say,
to make you stop.
You’re an angry twister,
and I always happen
to be in your path.
Why must you do this to me.
What have I ever done to you
but comfort and reassure you
that everything will turn out fine.
Now I realize that everything,
including us,
is just a lie.
I can’t smile anymore.
Why must I pretend that we have
anything in common anymore.
Don’t call me anymore,
Don’t talk to me anymore,
because when you do,
I hurt inside.
And that hurt never goes away;
and now I can’t smile anymore.

Where am I going?

2007-06-12T19:57:57Z

I boarded the plane, not knowing what to expect.
Am I going away? If I am, how far?

Am I going to like it there?
Am I going to be happy there?

Where am I going?

Am I going to come back?
How long will I be gone?

Will I see people I know there?
Will I make many friends?

Where am I going?

Will I need to wait somewhere, wait for someone?
Will I need to wear sunscreen? or perhaps a jacket?

WHERE AM I GOING ?

Who am I?

2007-06-12T19:13:56Z

I am in my own world.
A world of happiness, compassion, and joy.
The aroma of flowers,
is what I want to smell.
The birds chirping outside my bedroom window,
is what I want to hear.
The freshness of a peach,
right off of the tree.
is what I want to taste.
People laughing and enjoying themselves,
is what I want to see.
I am very simple,
some people will think I’m too simple.
some people will think me odd.
But I am happiest when I am surrounded
by people laughing, hugging, and
engaging themselves in deep conversation.
A paradise holds many treasures for me.
I love the beach; just everything about it.
The calming waves,
the palm trees sway, and
the remarkable striped sunset out on the horizon.
I could be curled up on my couch,
deeply into my favorite book,
and still be as happy as I would be if I were
on a lavish boat sailing to meet the sunset
at the horizon.
So some might not find the small joys
in everyday things
but the opportunity to be with any of them
will never pass me by.

The Dance of the Trees

2007-06-12T18:54:11Z

All you could hear was the wind;
It was dancing with the trees.
It’s a slow and graceful dance;
That they dance so frequently.
The grass joined into this dance,
By becoming the chorus.
The chorus swayed back and forth,
In that special, rhythmic way.
Wind chimes rung and the swings swung,
In unison with the trees.
Promptly, the music stopped;
For all was still and quiet.
But only for a moment.
And then that moment passed.

Clouds above leaked on us
Gently did it drop on us.
It made a pitter patter,
On the surfaces by us.
The grass didn’t move, of course,
Because it was not their turn.
Trees creaked high above us;
They were drinking up all the rain.
Tempo stopped, and slowed down.
The rain came down, but gently,
For fear of waking the town.
It started to become soft,
It lulled babies to sleep,
And became a peaceful thing.
And that was the end of the dance,
It was the dance of the trees.

I can't go yet

2007-06-12T18:44:16Z

I lay there, quietly, counting the last seconds of my life.
My family sits on my bed, water flowing from their eyes.
I guess my time was over, but that doesn’t mean I have to accept it; I haven’t fufilled my dreams.
Why, oh why am I leaving so soon.

I just can’t go yet, I just can’t.

Why do so many people get to live so easily,
and other people like me, have to fight everyday just to stay breathing.

I feel my body giving up on me, I am fighting for my life,
I can’t go yet though, this isn’t the end.

I just can’t go yet, I just can’t

Then my eyes close, for good, and I know that it is my time, but all I think of is all the things I didn’t do, I couldn’t do, and wouldn’t do.

For a split second I’m glad it’s over. I’m finally being released from this jail cell called life. I still don’t think I should have to go yet though.

I can’t go yet, but, I guess I just did.