flower – Jordyn Saelor

from one depressed poet to another

So many of my metaphors attempt to describe the ocean of sadness in me, as if to a neighboring world with no water. I am Earth; you are Mars;

My first hero

The copper dome could’ve been a school or a mansion or a hill somebody polished. But people definitely lived inside, I could hear them talking, their machines buzzing, noises drifting to the mesa like heartbeats through a demon’s

Touch Grass

I went outside and touched grass like they say, smelled the flowers like they say, “a natural remedy to being cooped up inside and spending too much time online!” They say that grass and flowers have the power to make you feel better, but I took a walk and the vastness of the whole worldContinue reading “Touch Grass”

Rancid Flower/Flawed I Remember

Find me a thesaurus for the flowers of the nose, everyone knows our language is lacking–where are the words for tulips smell, daffodil smell, rose scent, they’re all distinct, yes?

Hurricane

Frodo, in Lord of the Rings, him being so weak is what makes him strong enough to carry the ring–contradictions like that, weak and strong in a cycle, currents of cold and warm clashing, collapsing, bottoming out, that’s the hurricane

Passion or Power

Dear Joe, This is my favorite flower. Just wanted you to know so if you’re ever worried about paying for a dozen red roses, now you’re aware I’m not into the crimson kind of passion flower. *** If you enjoy this post, consider buying me a pizza