House of flowers

A Silent house , with only the spoken roaches that crawl beneath the cracks,
The sound of a ghost's foot steps.
 haunts theses walls. as the sound of the heart tears, from the family that left its spirit behind.

these spirits change as the memory change with age. The body of this house hold still lingers, and the bloodline lays in the seeds of the flowers meant to be planted, by the farmers that have died or have given up on there dream.
and what is the dream, the perception of a vision for a better life?
the perception seems to be at its greatest when approach with a memory, of pain or misery, and one brought up with one that has never happened,
then, one, that soon goes blank in the blink of an eye, but with much pressure comes the collisions of a surprise,.

construction of thoughts emerge
 and ambition rises,
 out of the mere pot, peeks a vine, and soon a mere flower,
bloomed to gold, as its rises within the imagination
with the gods as mere eyes of a miracles,
 an excitement,
 for miracles to rise up from underneath the dirt
 and a path chosen to grow by,
beyond the green earth
 as it shapes its form as a flower, the way its chosen, the way nature lets it be chosen.
for there are no mistakes in growing and there are no bad flowers, not even the dead ones or the ones who couldnt grow properly,
 only lessons that have made them stronger as who they are
and with that being said, these seeds, grow to be flowers like their parents, as farmers who drop only seeds of love,
to flowers, to flowers, to great plants,
to seeds of love,to great plants
though some have not made it,
they've died...

those who still choose to grow,
grow, for those that have tried,

because they have that ability, to consume that house and all the ghostly dead memories,
 that go past them, and choose to abandon them, and only come back to torture,

a ambition rises...

 with a different perception than others,
the looks on the opposite spectrum do collide as the images are not that far apart from each other,
and by that i mean there not different,
for all flowers are alike, there just flowers, that look different.
but all matter to the form of a beautiful, attractive, love,
to the relation it exhibits.
even if mistaken as evil, its just really lost, and misunderstood as beautiful...
deep inside all flowers what to be loved.
and all flowers what to have reason.
but they do show what they are at the end of the day
,and what they have in common with all,
 the same eyes,
the same face,
 the same mouth,
same places
the same petals... and vines from which they start...
as children, seeds of love, from the farmers
the same, as it goes
 
what type of flowers that grows in these walls?
in this flower house, or house of flowers
if you want to call it.

nothing much grows but pure growth

Soon they'll have their own dirt,
 where their souls will never stop to grow.
a new ground will hold them, with a house hold.
 where they can plant their own seeds to grow, grow with their own love,
 a new ground like they've always wanted, planted with their fears, that rose through ambitions,

fears of failure, and fears of los,
rise out of it, from the tempest
for what ever it may cost.

the appreciation is accepted for trying
for their is no failure in growing,
for flowers do spread their love through the color, they our showing

and it doesnt matter what happens at the end of the storm
  they can always return to their home and say they've always made it the way they've dream't before,
and kept it the same way as its always been
. because they are always with it, with the memories, and the magic it took to shape them,

because where all different colors, from a certain perception,
but with a certain view in mind with its own inception.
but flowers deciding their own petals for eyes, are at its greatest creation,
they have never to been made it better, or has never died, as a more beautifier perfection.

as shared or the same as the other, mostly because it original, but mostly because its proud...

Everyone is born with the same mind, but everyone grows up with the same house.