Do you feel my weight against your knee?
Do you know I’m here though you cannot see?
Do you see me lie upon the floor,
As I always did beside the door?
Do you smell my scent upon the breeze?
Do you hear me run through the autumn leaves?
Do know that I'm beside you now?
For I’ll sit with you if you allow.
They think I'm gone but I stay with you.
That loyal friend you always knew.
Please love another as you loved me
But know that you are here with me.

Let your eyes fall back,
Let your limbs go slack,
See beyond the veil that
KEEPS!
YOU!
HERE!
WITH !
THEM!
Push those cares aside!
Who cares that they died?!
This splintered melody s
Oh what a wild ride
Zip from side to side
Watch the rainbows as they
Fry your brain.

I too was once little
I had a pet rabbit and a mother
Who thought little of my cooking skills

I had a boy friend
Whom people thought it was cute
That I wanted to kiss

I had a pink pencase
And inside I had a rainbow of pens
And I painted rainbows


But then I grew
And studied physics,
and practiced cooking,
and learned that boys do more than kiss

And I learned nothing,
all that strength building,
and I'm still one of the kids


Looking up to her cooking
Impressed by his hunting
A mind hopping from subject to subject

Admiring role models so cruel and
Wishing
That when I grow up
I'd be just like them

I wish I could quit thinking about norms,
There’s a rainbow after all storms.
The ones in our minds too I guess,
I just wish I would think about this less.

Because really, everything is unfair,
So who cares about my short hair?
And of course it’ll grow back,
Yet it forever leaves a crack.

A crack in my heart and my head,
I can’t even believe what I’ve said.
They want the hair to be long,
All I feel is just, that this is wrong.

I want the red not the blue key,
I don’t think that’s hard to see.
So it won’t be cut once again,
But will that be the rainbow or the rain?

'Cause I shall look in the mirror,
That won’t make anything clearer.
And I will feel sad looking there,
My hair will be too long to bear.

I will look at photos of me now,
I’ll probably wonder why and how.
Might say that it was a mistake,
They’ll never see if it’s true or fake.

A tiny beetle
Shimmering in the sun
All the colors of the rainbow.
Like benzine spilled in the rain.

Refract a tract through the sky
See the separation wave to your eye
Hues defuse starting from blues
And what can be said about that final red

Shower for an hour from on high
Heavenward does my sight fly
Refuse to peruse would be a time misuse
Tear to be shed gazing upon what's overhead

All that we can see exists in what it can be
Look around from the apex to the ground
Every visual aspect of life exists within those narrow bands
Different for us all, we can agree on its general direction
But when trying to constrain it to exacts
Everything falls apart

Existence is unique for each of us
The paths we take and the lines we walk
To claim there is only one way of being denies the sight of another
Our physical perspective
The lens we see through
Processed by some wrinkles

Rainbows contain us all
You wouldn't claim it to be devoid of what's in between