Blooming Orchids

He told me to cry, not to hold anything in...
So I didn't...I didn't know what else to do...
So I cried.
I cannot describe to you in words
how great it felt to have someone patting my back
telling me it was alright,
telling me to cry even harder because he knew that was what I needed.
He understood,
cried with me,
and supported me...
And he told me to cry...So I cried...

He is the reason I am not alone,
not the only one standing in the empty field covered in dying sun flowers,
not the only one that didn't make the team,
not the only one that didn't ace the easiest test of the year,
not the only one who didn't have a date to homecoming,
not the only one who didn't get a joke- even when the whole world got it,
not the only one who didn't think orchids were ugly- that they had their own sense of beauty,
not the only one that babies didn't scream at you when they simply looked at your face,
not the only one who couldn't stand creepy vintage doll but had one staring at you while you slept:
he made me feel welcomed into the world- the way I should have felt at birth.

He understood the smallest and most complicated things about me,
how I hate the cold but I love snow,
how I hate heat and yet I'll be willing to go play tennis in it,
how I can't stand cats but I love Hello Kitty,
and much more complicated things that I can't just openly explain to the world because more than half of humanity, wouldn't be able to understand or believe it...


He told me to cry...
And like the blooming orchid our relationship is...
I believed him
and
I cried.

The more I cry
cry
cry
and cry
I acknowledge the fact that we are like two orchids that have not yet bloomed,
continuously climbing up the same tree until we reach the very top and start blooming until
we are stretched so far that we are smiling
and we are the most beautiful sight the world has seen
and we slowly dry up and crumble and the world will never go back and take knowledge
of those two beautiful orchids that sat on top of a tree.
And so I cry
cry
cry
and cry...

Author's Note

Something I typed up, I had a feeling it would have been better if something hadn't of interrupted my train of thought though..:/ Oh well, if I happen to catch that train again, I'll just make another version of it or something.

Tell me what you think.

Reviews

[deepblue04]

awwwh, this is deep. Good job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Melody]

Lol. Thank you. :)

[Madeline]

My goodness, your poems put me ino a lot of deep thought. Everything relates in some way or another and the way you word it is beautiful. By the way... I also love orchids :)

[Melody]

GOOD! Lol. :) Deep thinking is good, most of time. Lol.
Thank you.
ORCHIDS ARE MY FAVORITE FLOWER!! :) They have a very unique beauty.

[Madeline]

Agreed :) orchids are my favorite flower too

[Melody]

Cool. :)

[Shadow Kat]

Aw, thats was lovely. :)

[Melody]

Thank you. :)

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

This is so good! Really heartfelt and just teaming with strong emotions. You can feel the sorrow and taste the release. its overall perfect in my opinion but Im not sure about the" I, Believed,him, and, I, cried" I know you were trying to create drama with that but I dont think it works there and the rythme may perhaps be aided if you transer some of those into verses like" I
believed him
And
I cried"

[Melody]

Oooh....Good idea. Yeah, I had an odd feeling about that line and hesitated for like 10 minutes whether to put it or not...Lol. Thanks, Hannah! :D

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

Its no probelem!! Im always here to help melody

[Melody]

:D Okay, so I edited it. Is that any better? :) >.< Thanks. I'm here to help you too, just so ya know...Lol.

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

absolutely lovely :-)

[Melody]

>.< Okay, cool.

[Irvette Dauphine]

yea... like this poem, this is great :D

[Melody]

Thank you, Irvette. :)