Blahsphemy

The flowers are revolting, the guards sounded the alarm. But it came a bit too late. Before they could seal the entrance, the aroma seeped in. It visited every nook and corner like a slow moving serpent. The allergic lot had a tough time breathing. Some even perished. Life is never dull in an ant colony, thought Hubba the earthworm. 

it's easy to pretend that you never see. For a blind man yearns to see what he never will.

What is right? What is wrong? When it's all just perception?

I need an excuse.  What kind? Big? Small? A reasonable one. Any size will do. What's the occasion? I forgot to keep a promise. What kind of promise? Normal? Serious? Official? Serious. Hmmm, let me see. Nowadays those are in big demand. Oh! I hope you have it. Yes! Here it is. A nice emotional one. With extra tear jerking abilities.  No, this is way over the top. Ok, maybe I should've asked what gender? Errr, male. Simple, detach the tear jerkers and keep it. Oh well, let me try. Do you accept cards? Yes we do.  

Behold, the words are returning The page turns another shade of white Only to be written off   

I know how it feels Like a spider who snares a fly And the fly who dies 

I have been searching for you. All these years have worn away the reason I had. Today I was confronted by the question, after I find you then what? 

I lost the staring battle with the blank sheet. I couldn't hold on any longer, so I deployed the keys to punch in each alphabet with a vengeance. Looks like I am winning for the blank sheet is no longer blank. 

Both sides hold a story With the same characters but different endings That my friend is tragedy

Five, seven, five that's right. Uttered the haiku priest in robes white. Thanks master, for the guide.  

On the sixth day something strange happened. He decided not to do anything about it. Everyone was curious to know what that was and why he did so. But he stuck to his resolution and did nothing. Not even speak.

The fourth day. The list has grown by now. It was voraciously feeding on the dead lines. What started as a tiny worm looks like a snake. Soon it will swallow your life, like a hungry python. You will go in headfirst. Little by little. Finally only the list will remain and there will be no trace of you.