A/N: ok, so, this is gonna b an awsome poem fic thng. All poems in here are mine and made all by me! none are taken from others!

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Bleeding Flowers

Roxas was bored as heck, but he didn't know what to do. Axel was gone all day on missions, Demyx was being waaaaay to hyper, and Zexion was……well being Zexion. Lately, he's been alone, but something was different today. Today, he found some paper and a pen in the meeting room, so decided to write randomly on it. He didn't know what to do, so he just sat outside on his balcony, bored.

He decided to put the pen and paper in his pocket, and just wander around The World That Never Was. There wasn't much to do, but he could find something that will at least keep him sane. Lucky for him, he found something. In a garden, nonetheless. His merely-friend Marluxia, whom had more girly features than the only girl in Organization XIII Larxene, was tending to it. He loved flowers and plants with a passion.

The blonde sat down in the grass and watched him tend to it. It was a very pretty garden. Then he hatched an idea in his little blonde head. He knew what he could write about for no reason. He felt so proud of himself for coming to a conclusion to end his boredom. He took out the pen and paper, and tried his best to try and get a flat surface. Whenever he tried to write, however, the paper ripped.

"Oh screw this, man!" He stood up and walked to his room, grabbed a notebook, and walked back to the garden. He sat back where he was, and picked up the pen he had left on the ground by the crumpled, abused piece of paper.

That was all he needed now. He just opened the notebook, found a blank page, and started to look at the garden.

"Bleeding Flowers"

A sight to see

A day to remember

A night to cherish

Memories that seem to stay

But fade as we move on

He looked up at the flowers around the garden. He was definitely not bored anymore. This was something he could do and love. He noticed it was poem, and he liked how it went so far. It wasn't something he was used to seeing from himself, but he knew it was from his heart. Well, it wasn't really, but it felt like it would be. Silly Roxas, you have no heart, so says Mansex. But is that really true? Is this not proof? This poem, is it not the proof we need to say Nobody's have hearts? Is it not enough?

He continued to look at the flowers around the garden. Marluxia knew he wa there now, but didn't do a thing. He knew Roxas was the only one who wouldn't hurt his flowers; except Zexion, but Zexion isn't an issue.

Things become less valuable

As things change quickly

But of all the things

The most beautiful sight

Would be a sight of

A person

Bleeding flowers

He saw the bright variety of colors that came from the flowers, and it sparked everything. He saw the first color; yellow. He saw the daisy bounce with the gentle wind. It showed so much in it' color, Roxas swore it was talking. Of course, that would be ridiculous. But the yellow made him think of sweetness. If he saw a person, sweetness in them would shine yellow.

Yellow

For all the sweetness they have caused

Next, he looked over at a pink. He got the image that it was Marluxia's hair, and started thinking deeply. How could he describe the color pink in a person? Love perhaps? Crush? Caring? He went with love, seeing how much Marluxia cared for plants and flowers.

Pink

For the loved ones they have known

He looked over again and saw a blood red rose. It had thorns on it that were sharp and beckoning for challenge. He thought deeply in awe how it could resemble a human. He knew in less than a second. It was a human's blood.

Red

For the blood that they have shed

The next thing he saw was a purple poppy. He was stumped on what it resembled in a human. He thought about a mood ring and how purple meant embarrassed, but didn't think that seemed right. He always felt purple meant lonely or empty. So that's exactly what he wrote on the paper.

Purple

The emptiness thy have felt

He looked past his pink haired friend for a minute, wanting to let his mind relax for a minute. That didn't happen, however. He saw a blue bonnet, and knew exactly what to put next. Blue to him made him see sadness and pain. Even misery fit under it as well.

Blue

The misery they have suffered

Since it was a rare day of sunlight out today, the sun was shining on the garden. It was shining on a white lily, and the fresh water that had been poured on it showed. It was reflecting the dun like gold. It made Roxas think of the saying, 'The Golden Days.' How memories made them Golden Days was perfect for the next part.

Gold

The memories they have cherished

The last thing he saw in the garden was orange. The best one yet for him, actually. He wasn't sure how to say it, but he knew what it meant right on the dot. It meant care and kindness toward others, no matter what. He knew that completely.

And Orange

For the people they have touched

That was it. All he had to say was there, on that paper. Deeply from his non-existent hearth he knew now that he did indeed have a heart. He wasn't going to say he didn't, because this was his proof. This was the realness of life. It was proof that he had written with nothing but truth. It showed emotion and compassion of the human being. He knew it was all true as well.

He stood up, and Marluxia waved him over.

"Hey, why are you just sitting there, writing in your notebook? What were you doing…?" He raised a pink eyebrow at the blonde, but Roxas just smiled. He didn't need to know. No one needed to know. It was Roxas's secret and Roxas's alone.

"I was just writing down notes just in case I ever wanted to become a gardener just like you, Mar Mar." The blonde got a glare from that, but he shrugged it off, and smiled, walking back to the castle door, and walked inside. He walked back to his room, and shut the door, sitting on his bed.

He knew it wasn't finished completely, so he looked at his poem, and read it over. It hit him almost immediately on what else to put and finish it off with. He just thought about bleeding flowers, and how ridiculous it would be. But also Roxas thought about how amazing and beautiful it would be.

Bleeding flowers

What a sight to see

The day to remember

Cherished for all nights

With that last part, he closed the notebook, set the pen next to him and hugged the notebook to his chest. His small hands loosened on grip after about five minutes. He was lying down now, and his eyes were closed. That night, he dreamed of himself bleeding flowers of all colors. It was a sight to see ad something he would always remember.


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