Del Cielo Cayo Una Rosa Poema Novels & Stories

A poem by Moxie, "Roses are red, viloets are blue....this stupid author has no update for you" A poem by Dante, "When it rains it pours, but hopefully not indoors...unless your author has dogs and dirt backyard...it makes keeping mud outside SUPER HARD"

“Don’t think it’s over between us. From this moment itself you belong to me, Calix. Better ingrain this in your mind, precious. I used to come earlier for Diana but now I got my reason to visit this Heaven and I fucking love it.” Rose let out a shaking gasp. Calix then leaned forward and peck the corner of her lips making her jolt in fear. "See you soon, precious.” He rasped and vanished in thick purple smoke after giving her the biggest shock of her life. *****

She blinked her eyes for a few times before finally adjusting them to her normal vision and taking in the view around her. Her mouth fell agape when all the air was kicked out of her lungs. She was standing on top of a serene beautiful hill that was sprouting new fresh grass on its surface. But what actually left her breathless was the sight in front of her. She saw hues of red, orange, yellow and blue dusting the sky, marking the time for sunrise. She could almost have the view of the whole city from the point she was standing at. Rose petals were scattered almost anywhere and everywhere her eyes landed. Small candles were placed on the ground in a heart shape, lit up to enhance the beautif

Dante falls in at my side. Together we climb back into the fire. The black rose has bloomed. And tonight, the entire world will smell its thorns.

As they fluttered down, they looked brilliant and romantic under the rays of the sun. Cecily gazed at the petals, stunned. At that moment, she forgot her identity and background. As if she was a little girl, tears moistened her eyes. Reaching out, she cupped a petal in her hands. Cecily mumbled, "Roses?" "I know you like roses, so I had people look for roses of every color." Cecily gazed at Cecily gently. Then, he put on a faint smile. "Do you like the rain of flowers?"

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; .....

" I pause, taking in a shaky breath, my chest full. My eyes well with tears, but I blink them back, smiling softly at his words. They hit me right in the chest, like they always do. "And, now I need you to bring our roses to a place where the moon watches over us, where our pack gathers, where traditions live and breathe. The place where I got you back, where you opened your eyes and breathed life back into me. It’s where every journey begins... every journey ends. But tonight, it’s where ours journey will continue. So follow the stars, bring my roses, and come to me... where I am waiting for you with our Rose."

Covering her face as seconds stop everything, she found herself in the middle of the rose garden with the wind that slowly and gently is swaying the petals all around and without letting a single piece touches the hollow ground. Yet, as she stands and looks to observe the place, the rose that surrounds her in the garden should be embedded in the natural colors of the rose she known off as the world known to be. Turns into the peculiar but magnificent blue that illuminating into its neon color with the fireflies that fly on top of each rose and creating the perfect fantasy scene that is complimenting the starry night sky above. “This place.” Whispering as she is somehow taken in wonder and fa

But that’s just how masculine my eyes a pink arrow will meet him. Can not! My arrow will hit him thinking he is an opponent. Someone like him would not be able to recognize my bleeding rose. In the midst of the mighty thunder and lightning that is sweeping the galaxy, in the midst of the bloody kingdom that is now being cleansed by rainwater, I stood on my feeble knees as the remaining second leaf of my rose fell.

Orian rolled his eyes and I frowned flipping him the middle finger before thinking of a poem and I was beginning to regret getting him flowers. "Shall I compare thee to the sun that rises on the morrow and the moon that graces thee with its light for thou hath diest thee on a feast for lovely wenches for what is a name if it isn't to be borne and thus, thou hath my grump, here are thy roses." I stretched them out with a smile on my face. "You are not very bright, are you?" He raised a brow collecting the roses and bringing them up to his nose to smell their fragrance.