Roses are Red, Violets are Blue: In the Petals of the White Orchid

Action is the Antidote to Fear
We tell ourselves we are too busy to pursue our dreams. But what if the real reason we’re putting off our goals is FEAR?
The fear that we’re not good enough, not smart or talented or capable enough. It’s the fear that others might laugh at us, or that we’ll get hurt or be rejected, or that pursuing our true potential will be too hard. The fear that we’ll fail.
But courage doesn’t mean we are never afraid. True courage means taking action, despite the fear.

https://butterflyliving.org/take-a-leap-of-faith/

In the petals of the white orchid you only see the words written on the paper, but not in the mask behind the flowers that you cover up for in the picture perfect dream I feel like we are all under a microscope ready to be picked apart and put back together, butt we haven’t even crossed that bridge between our thought yet, let alone found the time to follow the direction or the steps that are needed to make it happen and all it takes is just a click of the phone and one button to push to make it all come true
Where even though we are two of the same we both tend to do things differently where even fear can hold us back from the simplest tasks because we run on the skeptics of where we fall in line with the other person
Who has searched and searched through many different places just to find you in this not so small town that might as well be a city of skyscrapers before I get to where you are located but I know that you will find me yourself and all it takes it just for a sign to show me that you will put in the action to get to the destination.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2023/06/24/lucky-dip-saturday-mix-24-june-2023/

#Lucky Dip

Las rosas son rojas, las violetas son azules: Dèjate mi romance con un giro del destino

dèjate don’t you want to dance treating this like a romance where two hearts became one echoing inside of my head where if you like to think taking a shot in the dark with the lens was making memories then you are way out of your league

but the lines beg to differ because they are one’s with the ability to tell the story where chasing after fantasy is like chasing after romance unsaid into an undone of poetry

where if we stopped writing then where would we be there is an existence of poetry for a reason to write what we mean but instead of knocking out the specifics we prefer to go the route of implications where the words we replace the meaning of the anyonmous are the hidden where if you want to find the meaning then you will just have to read the poetry almost like you are looking through a dictionary of neologism where the definition is made up words and giving them your own meaning which is the definition of life and story writing where you are taking the experiences of your life and turning them into a different language of telling and keeping the secret. 

– a dèjate where romance is the name of the game but unless you want the story then here is the made up of words that will unlock the secrets but keep the rest a dream better left a mystery –

http://lindaghill.com/2023/06/23/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-june-24-2023/

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue: Unsaid Thoughts Turned Into Unsaid Letters

Focus on something positive… you got this. #quote pic.twitter.com/aG1ASrbLAF

— Power of Positivity (@LIVEpositivity) June 19, 2023

In the head space I never thought was real or exposed but through my writing I found the unsaid letters that started out as silent words of mysteries where someone never had the greatest of mind to see what goes through my mind but as I go back there are thoughts through the music that I sometimes cannot control and some are just an anger feeling of what the past had put me through to where I speak out in reality where it seems like I am drawing a blank because my head space seems so scattered and uncontrolled where the rain are the unsaid letters of drops of blood that comes from my veins which go to my head like roses that have been sitting for days inside of the sand waiting for the current to see where life will test me next because all the pain I wish I could erase but it still finds a way to come through where looking inside of the past makes the dark thoughts of my head space become the light to dark

Where some may try to chase them away instead of letting them play out through my mind because it makes me hit the rewind of me where I was afraid of knowing them again and going back to the past where I am met with the past of you that I thought refused to have me wake up and accept being put back in control where I had closed the chapter and this time is forcing me to write the lines again when I am still reading inside of an unsaid chapter of my life but other times I am just looking at reality through the rain where it was ending and now it is the beginning all over again and never seems to end 

Where all eyes on the creator where they are expecting her to be the major where she was controlled by the signals of the traffic lights even though she never had a vehicle to drive through on the life which seemed like a highway and never seemed to stop because she past all of the exits that seemed to make life exist but in her eyes she wanted to be the one to tell the story instead of letting life run her name because it has hurt her in so many ways where she felt like in the past was a twisted feature where she never got to solve the mystery even though the clues were always inside of the lines of the journals that write her life today

But perhaps there may be more to say but for now this is the only lines of the script that are left of me to say and some may be hidden but I am used to keeping it that way where my life is built on a lock which doesn’t allow anyone to get in but only me because I rather be the author of my own thoughts than to have someone else be the reason why my story is unfinished. 

https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/06/22/reenas-xploration-challenge-285/

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue: Waiting in the Distance (Part. 2)

You continue to admire the scenery in the distance where you can drive by all you want but unless you come in and actually see for yourself you will just be waiting in the dark until 

one day I come out and you just happen to come in the parking lot where you could care less about what someone else may think but you just have to think for yourself and find the light past the dark 

Where instead you opened up the spaces that you kept locked up and never let people in because you were afraid to open. 

But as you chose to keep me up at night with a dream that in the beginning I wanted to keep quiet from everyone else but yet chose to involve myself into everyone else 

Where they were the ones that had to push you to meeting your expectations of me but me being faraway and you not having the courage to turn on your headlights and use the map to navigate to me 

Only made me collectively think that you never cared to miss me until I thought you were going to forget about me because of that day you rode off without any words forcing my dreams to turn into unsaid closure of words that I could never tell you because maybe you would have never understood me or the place I was coming from because while we may have been long distanced in love also meant that were distant from being on the same page with the story that was written from off the top of my head.

Added another hundred words to this story as requested in the comments but I had to create an alternate post because the previous one was a prompt based post.

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue: Waiting in the Distance

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

You continue to admire the scenery in the distance where you can drive by all you want but unless you come in and actually see for yourself you will just be waiting in the dark until 

One day I come out and you just happen to come in the parking lot where you could care less about what someone else may think but you just have to think for yourself and find the light past the dark

Where instead you opened up the spaces that you kept locked up and never let people in because you were afraid to open.

https://rochellewisoff.com/2023/06/21/23-june-2023/

Roses are red, violets are blue: Somewhere between the lines and the stardust of the sand

Somewhere between all of the lines makes me see past the blue where the lyrics of the songs are my favorite author where if I had a typewriter, I would have written the full story, but for now I am just going to have to settle for half of the piece of the puzzle, but I feel that one day I will be able to complete the rest of the lines where somewhere between the stardust and the lines I found the other half of the story
The only last line I wish I could have written is the last of many firsts where instead of the blank canvas I would have wiped away the paint from seeing you in the distance where we first met and having to think about the past all over again and wondering if this year will be the next line of the script
Where we can just look into the distance and see past all of the stars and the stardust where space would feel much closer than farther away where if we wrote a story would we feel compelled to make a move where we are not just the something between all of our thoughts but the somewhere in between all of the lines between the stardust and starlight.
Blinding Lines
Reaching for the lines of
The stardust.

http://weeklyprompts.com/2023/06/21/weekly-prompts-wednesday-challenge-favorite-author/

Roses are red, dreamers dream, violets are blue, where flowers sing to me and you, so will you bleed for me too?

Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart.

Fyodor Dostoevsky (Russian novelist)

Roses are red,
Will you see me tomorrow?
instead of just inside of the night
like we are closing the doors on this flight
because hours by hours it continues to go by
like posting a chapter and waiting for the next twenty four hours and then we check back on the story again after liking each chapter ourselves because we believed in the story to touch our reality where it is not only a dream or a story but a relationship between the two chapters where sometimes we fight when we like to be wrong or right but when we chose to live we never thought we would be giving up a piece of us because each time we counted back on our thoughts it was like the night was over our heads and we thought we were going to fall in because we likely just wrote the pages like we were talking to our own minds and instead of letting reality run our life we decided to take it to the next level and instead let our thoughts turn the tables where the violets are blue I promised to give you one chance so will you give me one too, even if you choose to bleed,will you bleed out of the red of the roses for me? I like to think you would but on the contrary, I am having trouble knowing the thoughts that are running through your head it is like you can almost taste mine, butt I am having to travel to the end of the line just to get you to open up your eyes and tell me whether or not you choose to bleed for me or if it is all just a dream of mine and the rest of the puzzle pieces are just filling in the blanks instead of the spaces.
Roses are red
you are my heart
violets are blue
Can you make an art out of this dream?
Or is the final chapter a reality out of the story where pages are blank, nothing more to say because we have said all that we needed to say and only then will we choose to fill the blanks.

https://saltedcaramel670.wordpress.com/2023/06/19/blogging-insights-3-0-14-saying-it-well/