Historias de Lilacs

Hope and distrust in another Michigan Spring

It will touch topics of anxiety, overthinking, trauma, hope, suicidal ideation and death. Authors note: don't read if any of those topics may affect you mentally. Some poems may get edited in the future just want a place to put my thoughts.

Have you ever heard of the butterfly effect? You see, it's a metaphor and people use it to help explain the large consequences, caused by little changes. "the flutter of a butterflies wings on one side of the world, may have the power to create a hurricane on the other side." In this story, it's not a butterfly that causes a great change in two peoples lives. In this story, it's a blue bird, who made a single wrong flap of its wings, and nearly lost one. If it hadn't been for William, a 17 year old boy, who happened to be passing by just as the blue bird injured it's wing and picked her up. If it hadn't happened outside an old shoe shop, and if it hadn't been fore the old lady, who sent William to Celestine, a 17 year old girl. I wouldn't be here talking to you about the butterfly effect. ~*~

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Stupid creepypasta for a writing competition. I got inspiration for it when I moved into a new house with my dad. There was a lilac bush. I thought the bush looked creepy, so I randomly thought of some foul beast living under them. Dragging humans into its depths.

My third poem, and one of my personal favorites.

A spring-themed oneshot where two best friends finally confess the longing feelings they have for each other.

Everything can be there one day... but, gone the next.. All is beautiful now...but, I can feel the cold coming... Don't you feel it too...? It's coming.... To steal away everything that was once beautiful..... The frost will devour everything and everyone in its path..... Beware...... BEWARE...... As no one can escape the frost..... no one..... This is..... F R O S T E D. L I L A C S.

Who is Fred Flannigan and who did he kill before he died?

A girl is scared of the Lilacs not performing their magical show in the nighttime. This poem is a fantasized and beautiful tale on how the mother of the girl came & turned everything back to how it should have been and restored its magic! ( This was my gift to my own mother for the last Mother's Day)

Willow James is a talented artist who hides her terminal illness behind brushstrokes and fleeting smiles. When she meets Jonah, a quiet bookstore owner with a heart still scarred by the death of his brother, an unexpected love blossoms. As their bond deepens, Clara struggles with the decision to tell Jonah the truth. Their love story unfolds slowly, tenderly, tragically.. until the lilacs bloom one last time.

A florist meets a man who just wants flowers.

psy·cho·sis noun a severe mental disorder in which thought and emotions are so impaired that contact is lost with external reality.

I wrote this poem a month or so ago when I was really missing my Mom, who passed away over the summer. It really helped me and I want share it so others who have gone through or are going through something similar can read it hopefully feel a bit better. The lilacs on the cover are for Mom, she loved them, they were her favourite flower.

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