My veins are full of flowers
My heart is full of sun
My hands have touched a thousand ones
Yet my lips have brushed none
The smile in the darkness
Shies away at day
You only wish you could see
The facade that fades away
My petals are your favorite
But the roots are kept at bay
I only wish you'd want
The truth that's locked away
But wild branches scare you
When you walk out on a limb
So keep me in my box
If that's where I am to stay
And pray the loathed chaos
Is hidden far away
About the Creator
Suri Grey
Do I have too many stories to tell? Maybe. Will anyone read them? Maybe not. Will I tell them anyway? Absolutely.
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith6 days ago in Humor
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