What a sunflower has
A sunflower
is a flower
it has petals
like a flower
it has color
like a flower
it needs sun
like a flower
But what it has
that no other flower has
is the energy
to stay happy
wherever they are
no matter how hard
they work
they try their best
with happiness.
So to whoever is listening,
Be like the sunflower.
The light of the world
the opposite of darkness.
Rainbow’s Vine
the grapes are crushed
time, aged like wine
one rainbow bends
the prism blinds
all colors bleed
the New’s
defined
r
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b
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n,
l
e
a
v
i
n
g
the ash behind
The Darkest Side of the Moon
evening.
phosphene
starlight
burns.
pitch black.
the day
meets
death.
consequence,
once shadows,
turns;
moon’s phase
moves
through
regret.
punishing
the wickedness,
eclipsing
guilt’s
debris,
as darkness
intersects
the vain
&
drowns
them
in
their
sea.
Tears in the Wind
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winds of change
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platinum
framed.
The Last Six Crayons In The Box
She dreamed
in rainbow colors,
tracing
silver clouds
with gold,
but
tears painted
wax shutters
on the windows
to her soul.
Black and Blue
on Flesh;
a Charcoal
portrait of remains —
Chalk-White
outlining Ash;
she’d finally
cordoned off
her pain.
Age
In the long shopping line the adult says to the young girl impatiently waiting in the shopping cart, "How old are you?"
The girl stops moving impatiently and replies, "I am 3."
Adult says, "When will you be 4?"
Girls looks innocently and smiles, "When I am done being 3."
Really?
I stopped. She stared at me. "I promise I didn't do it on purpose!" I look at her with eyes drooping. Another mess. Another hour cleaning up that which is not my own. Sighing, I look down at the broken glass. "Am I my sisters' keeper?"
3 Minutes, 87 Words, and a Half-Completed Thought
It's night, or near it. I never know quite when evening ends and night begins. 9pm is clearly night, and 4pm is clearly not. Though, 4pm is more afternoon than evening. 8pm is a weird, in between time. It's too late to be evening, most of the time. In the winter, it may as well be midnight. But on long, sultry summer days, evening lasts forever, and even 9pm isn't quite night.
It's spring now, though, not summer yet. Though some days the sun shines bright enough
deep-fried kisses
your kisses were deep fried
coated in destruction
never pure, always sticky
and sickly. greedy, i always ate one too many
and ignored my heart’s cries of pain
until it was too late.
now lying frozen on a cold surgery table,
my heart is wrenched open
as every part of you is picked out of my body
My High school, my staircase
A colorful extremely slim and curved oaken Staircase that led me to my ambitious dreams.