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Pastels/interlude of spring
Rememories in pattern&gene
Soft-hues emulate the air breaking/defrosting/shedding from chilled atmospheric fling_ending
Warm-risal of color saturation
In tune-time for renewal plant life
Budding/blossoming/bussing into vibrant splashes all can hear with their eyes/feel & read on their skin
Proof of life in us flooding back in
Pastels/complimentary of spring
Inches away from primaries
Setting a balance/calming glee
Hue_ing effervescence
-HSH~
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Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 5:32 PM UTC
honeyed inflorescences natter their halcyon parlances off the tongues of myriad petals to my sensitive sensory, and I convey my reply in a palpable gesture.
"I gaze and let them be."
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 2:33 AM UTC
A sky view tells of the infinite, our place is nare what we expect it.
A new creation revealed beyond, far from earth
each sector doesn't seem as big, even hovering beneath you,
everything fits like pieces to pieces.
Above the clouds it feels natural to be,
fortelling where you land.
I knew i never wanted to settle
when the view amid looked as so.
Not missing another moment to miss out on this.
Why stay in one place?
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 2:11 AM UTC
Can I run away
Again
Seems to work in my favor
Now and then
Like the universe comes in
After trouble begins
And prevents me from falling to pieces
If I stayed
But it used to be
It wasn't by choice
By force to keep me moving
When I would much rather stay to feel what came with the pain of a situation
Sometimes
But I always left when a connection was forming
Just another month or two
The bonds would be inseparable
But I'll never know now
Should never look back
They say what's meant for you will return
So I guess none of that was meant for me
I don't want to run away
I'll keep moving
Until something gives me a reason to stay
But even I had to leave that place which sang to my heart
The only one I've ever cried about
Tears have been shed for any person I have lost
Maybe faded from my memory
No never that
Maybe I've faded from them
Because anyone can come to my mind and the communication could have ended when we were 10
If you're wondering why the thought of me keeps you up at night
I'll only apologize for my actions because I'm the one doing the thinking
That's only if we have a connection so strong that it's a possibility
Or maybe that's me imagining what I wish could be
Thinking about you only, only you
There's comfort there
But once you've mastered solitude
You wonder, I've wondered, is that all there is?
Solitude was a retreat for me to find myself in the midst of chaos that caked my mind
Looking for myself in others I tried
But the more that left and I could not rely on
I began looking at me
I've always been one to look in the mirror
But beyond the mirage we paint for ourselves or sculpt into the say of others
That's not only you
And I've seen me
Enough that the outside cannot shake the love filled within me, that self-love, unconditional love
But what is it, if you can't share that with others
It's something
But can be more
It's everything
But can be more
So yeah, I'll say, I'll run away
I'll run towards the bonds that are already set in place for me, because I choose to envision it
I'll run towards the connections that will surprise me because the uncontrollable flow of life is all I know
It's about me, but not only about me
There's a world out there I can run to every which way and I want to get lost and I want to have a plan too
And I'll run towards every new place and human on this one way path
Cause there's bound to be a bond found somewhere
Somewhere
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 9:27 PM UTC
I wonder if bare branches have always given this eery feeling to souls as the months get colder
They remind me of bones
The skin once supple dried away from the change in the air
A sinister hand scrunched in a such a way with a diabolical plan
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
Leaves just fall
Like a human with no care in the world
Or a soul searching for a home
Like it's timed
Before the next person jumps out of a plane on their first sky dive
Premeditated
Each leaf knows when it's next
To meet the feat
And the fate of other leaves crunching beneath my feet
Floating down in such a way that looks like they're saying "I'm next or wheee wheee" like the little piggy crying all the way home
It's now or now
All in competition for the most creative landing
Categories like most flips before falling to the ground or the most graceful float around
Descending in pairs of two, maybe with the leaf they grew next to
Not in this alone
None
Meeting every family member and neighbor in the same place
All the same fate
I wonder how the strongest leaves feel when all have left the tree and they remain
Through the colder weather
Sometimes through snow
Always through rain
Proud or lonely
Or are they weak?
Afraid to fall and leave the comfort of their roots
Or serving as a symbol and a remembrance of the life of the tree once bearing the greenest of leaves that we all seem to forget about when fall comes
Too fascinated and enraptured by the leaves that change colors because they're different from the norm
Yet we miss them through the winter as we tear them apart
As we walk throughout each day going through what they go through
Falling and shedding as graceful or messy as we can be
With or without someone beside us
Pieces of us we let die and give up for new life
We wait to be reborn with the trees
Until a new season rolls around and we.... marvel over the falling of leaves again
When there is no longer something pretty and new to amuse us
We long for old things
Always coming back full circle, always beginning
Always beginning
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 1:47 AM UTC
Thick fog dissipates, mimicking my clouded mind
Each crowded thought melts away as I walk amongst the sun,
the sky clearing, mono-tone,
but then previews the painted sunset to come when the day ends.
Swirls of rouge and warm orange tinges,
lines of lavender & yellow shades that hint at flowers below me.
I’m running through meadows,
up and down vast valleys farther than I can see,
but I imagine right in front of me.
My thoughts active as the birds that sing in octaves undiscovered,
and insects that shutter & *** in sounds a child would describe in simple mimics, rhymes, stutters.
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC