PurpleHydrangeas

Idk i thought it was interesting.

I hope anyone reading this learns from my mistakes and takes the necessary strides to improve themselves and gain a deeper understanding of their own and others art.

My middle school friends.

From the point of view of a daughter of a monarch. 

Pro tip: Never, EVER, plant the cactus before everything else. 

This was from the book, Pillow Thoughts.

My sister as the Greek God,  Dionysus.

Flowers on the Dining Room Table 

I am the best of the best, and you can put it to the test but you will find that only I am sublime. Yet, why do I feel this way, angry and repressed tired and distressed. Irritation is my constant state. and it is increasing at an alarming rate. Maybe if I could just null the emotion, To sink beneath the waves of ocean, To get lost in all the commotion, To fall in love with self-devotion, but, no, forget I even made the notion, of doing something like letting go. For it's too easy a way out, and I will not leave a doubt that I am here to stay, much to my own dismay. Why? Because, I am the best of the best. And I have put that to the test. for better or worse, my intelligence is a curse.

My sister.

I could have had you. I was so close. But, I didn't want you to be #2. For, you are a rose, and no rose worthy of my time, who managed to make it into my rhyme, would ever be allowed to be a #2. So now it's just the waiting game. I wish I could give you all the blame. So that you can finally leave my mind, I don't even care if it makes me blind. but, I like you too much for that. To let you leave so easily. I hope you can believe me When I say, "I like you." But don't worry, honey. I'll make it to you eventually, so for now, I'll learn to kiss. I'll learn to make love. I will learn to strip lungs of breath. And it will all be for you darling. Because, I'm playing the waiting game. and I cannot wait till it's my turn.

Self-Portrait

I wonder what it's like to be a tree in a storm. To have settled roots, that hold you steady. To have grown so high, and progressed so much. I wonder what  it's like to be a tree in a storm. Having to bend and lean with the comings of the wind. Having to feel parts of you leave. I wonder what it's like to be a tree in a storm. Everything could be taken with a single bolt of passion. Or to have to be on edge for the hurricane season. I live the life of a tree in the storm. But, I must say, it's worth it all just for the thrill of the fall.