From the storm of his eyes
he made an ocean for all life
but nobody spent time
to hold the ground beneath the storm
Nobody tried to contain the falling ocean
but let it fall, sea by sea
but then again, nobody saw

From his hurricane of words
Did the truth come aboard
nobody listened, nobody heard
he was forced to contain his own hurricane
nobody attempted to calm the wind to a breeze
or show the direction to blow in
but let it push his world further from reach
but then again nobody saw

He ran around on the ground
on the ground
picking every dandelion he saw
he picked the dead, he picked the new
nobody waited after him
held a vase to place them in
but let them fall, onto the ground
decaying as they did
through a bottomless pit
but then again nobody saw

From a rip in the sky,
the sun dripped till it burned
he savoured the burning
till he felt it no more
but nobody held the clouds to help the dying sun
but let it leak and leak till light became dark
but then again nobody saw

So he did not save,
the water
the wind
the dead dandelions
the light
and they did not know
but then again, nobody saw.

In the end, her own storm went against her
leaving her thrashing
eyes burning white hot
A flickering fire,but faster
moving with desperation
her eyes alight, she thrashed
as the hurricane in her mind
screeched, screamed and blared
a single thought
I must make art.

Her mind, too vast
Her horizons extending to no end
her thoughts, her words
her dreams, her fears
at the slightest stir
became a storm

She dared to attempt
to capture her storm
to the blank canvas
that even at the end
remained blank

the most she could do
was try to capture the colours
in the right shade
but she couldn't let her mind expand into the paper
for her soul had taken over
but her heart kept to itself
saving the best for last

But her burning goal
remained the same

Her mind- a raging Hurricane
Her soul- an everlasting darkness
Her Heart- a flickering flame
But in her glass body
she held it in
till she fell in shards

together they leapt and thrashed
while she perfected the colours of her storm
only to repeat them
as she failed to express
the explicitness of what she contained

In the end, it was her own storm that went against her
in the end, her soul was too vast to be contained
In the end, her her heart was too hot to keep contained

In the end, her soul was too dark to be contained
in the glass body

she ran to the rain
and let out her soul
and let out her heart
and let out her mind
and laughed wickedly

the storm worsened
the trees burned
and the light didn't shine,
for a long time

but she laughed and laughed
till her shards fell
at her
nonexistent feet.

In the end
her art remained
a blank canvas
next to
a perfect palette.

When you asked me to name
What I valued most
My head tilted
To the canvas sky
And I failed to suppress
The thought of your eyes
Which shone brighter
than all the stars combined

I couldn't understand
I failed to comprehend
How no one else saw
How no one else realised
His eyes
All colours in one
Which
Despite all matters
All falls and pits,
All trapdoors and declines
Constantly shone
With radiance that never faltered

But he faded
Slowly,
Slowly, but surely
So I clung harder
And yet he managed to slip
Through the cracks
between my frail fingers

And from him
I learned
Beautiful things aren’t meant
to last nearly long enough

Beauty is best kept for memories
To hide the  cruelty
Rotting the wondrous
Stealing the beautiful

When you told me to describe
the ugliest sight  had observed
The first thing that came to mind
was the way your hand would wrap itself around the bottle
And how your eyes would roll back in undisturbed bliss
As you emptied it down your throat

When you told me to express
the worst feeling in the world
The problem was,
I had no word to describe
the rush of hurt and pain
that would choke my lungs
When the sound of the slamming door
That would resound
within the place
we had once called home

When you told me to name
my favourite thing in the world
I looked up to the sky
and couldn’t help but notice
That as bright as the stars were
The flicker, the pulse in your eyes would transcend them every time

When you told me to describe
the prettiest sight  could ever witness
The first thing that came to mind
was the way
you would throw your head back and laugh
And how your eyes would light up
Better than the midnight stars
That would gleam in the midnight sky

When you told me to express
the greatest feeling in the world
The problem was,
There was no word to describe
the overwhelming feeling
that would seep into my veins
When the sound of your melodious laugh
would ring in my ears, echoing and echoing

When you told me to name
the worst thing in the world
I looked up at the sky
and couldn’t help but notice
That the darkness of the sky
Would rival the emptiness in your eyes

Even gone,
the stars could never transcend his eyes
And I doubt that anything
would glow with the same radiance
As he did.

Before the canvas used to be,
two single shades of blue
with an infinity of glinting lights
but as man went on tainting the painting
the shades of blue concealed the light
the infinity emerged calculable

Nevertheless, the painter went on
the canvas growing darker and darker
painted blue on blue
Nevertheless, man went on
throwing his debris onto the canvas
the infinity emerged calculable

With every stroke of man and time
the canvas emerged darker and darker
the light becoming slighter and slighter
but man went on
no glances spared at the painting
the infinity emerged calculable

Focused on adjusting the canvas
man continued to taint and taint
he then looked up towards the canvas
and felt reality fall
he gazed towards the first stroke of time
and wished to remake the world.

The colours, so bright
they contrasted each other
the entire scene, radiated
It sent shivers through her spine
and made her hands tremble
It pulsed, it flickered
and they despised it.

so they shoved it down her throat
and the colours dimmed
most faded completely
everything wondrous
had just left
leaving her
stranded.

The grey world
could never compare
to her wondrous one
where the colours
were indescribable
it was too dull
nothing ever happened
and she despised it

But the wondrous world
had a twisted heart
it distorted those she loved
if she left for too long
they despised it

Her wondrous world
had a way
to slowly drag her back
tormenting her
and showing
the long lost cases of her smiles

She had no place in either world
the Grey world despised her
and she despised her wondrous world
So she left
Both.

Nobody despised either
When she left.