Sakura

From the purest petal of a Sakura Tree, to the scent of almonds lingering, to the white silky sheets of a bed always slept in. How it was always the salmon sunshine that made her skin glow. With just a single glance, his knees buckled before him, for such warmness thought only to reside in the warmest batches of milk chocolate, held his eyes open. How she was always surprising him just as clocks rang twelve. He could never win such beauty. Then the day came when the Sakura petals would perform their dance just as winds of blowing magic swirled the surrounding melodies. He thought he could never win such beauty. Unbeknownst to him, he’d been secretly holding onto that victory for years….

Ever since the rain fell as thunder rang on that fateful day where he rescued the Sakura.

Polaroid 

A kind face, though rehearsed by evil. The monster’s glaring, trapped. Haunting behind those fake blankets of snow white. Sour sweater weather masking the face of those lonely, those masked in snow, masked in ice. Trapped behind blankets of cold, where the torch may not wish to reach. Arctic pearls and bright strawberry cheeks, beautiful sunset evenings, all washed down with humours glasses of blackberry wine. Though that time has gone, pain lingers still. Sealed behind each reflective surface of the many polaroids she kept of her ‘‘monster.’’

Bitter sweater weather full of ice and broken heart. Haunting thoughts, hunting you with a mind of memory. Memories Gilles with laughter and those pearly, white smiles. Flashes of that yellow hoodie, I remembered how perfectly it was fitted to you. Flashes of yellow hoodies, and warm hot chocolate we drank to **** the frostbite. The taste of sore strawberries, turned spoiled, as footprints along shore, marked the exit. The one you used when silence drowned, the one you used when my face drowned you.

Jack-Frost chills, and yellow sweaters. Black and blue, yellow and black, the torture of the mind who never forgot. The tortured mind of the person who silence never drowned, the voice of the person who’s memory remembered the taste of strawberries, the taste of sweet gumdrops, light green, purple, and pink summer popsickles. Why did you tell her you didn’t remember? Ice cold, warm beverages, frosted over with chunks of ice, and painful words. You made it look easy, when you allowed the past to drown. You made it look easy to fly, you made it look easy to laugh, to smile, to feel loved, you made It all so easy. Tell me, if you could take it all back, would you still have sworn to pull me from that tide…

The violin strings brushed softly against her cold fingertips, as with the cold October morning, her breath was frosted and the slick of her dress, danced merrily with the breeze, soothing the small children, who gathered near. She smiled. Brushing her fingertips up and down those silver strings, as the hum of the songbird's lullaby, possessed her spirit, taking her away with diamonds, and jewels. The mocking-jay accompanied her lullaby, sweeping peacefully back and fourth, where it stood, to the left of her shoulder. Let the soothing melodies lay a kiss upon your forehead, with the falling stream of blue and silver. Let the rain sing you a lullaby, as you wash away with a songbird's peaceful melody.

Within a memory, your voice will forever live on, just buried within the shell of a songbird's eternal song, as fields of grass, and daisies collect your harmony.

Trash or treasure, shiny or dull, break or bare, silver or gold? Gold rain and fallen trees. Gilded wings and aqua colored eyes, fresh water with a salted aftertaste. Sunny beach time, and sand full of mystery, you were my ocean, why did you change? Bright loving eyes, transformed to the darkest pit of the blackest ocean. I told you I was happy, you bit me back. Yelling and shouting attracted the rain, though it was your eyes now, that brought the storm. Beat away the light, you swallowed, my heart broke, shattered pieces gathering at my feet, blue nail polish, and bleach burning my cheeks. The way I saw it, you desired a rainbow, you had to put up with the rain. so, who desired a hurricane....

Come back, even as a shadow, even as a dream. Come back as a Phantom, come back as a vivid memory of my imagination, none of it matters, I promise you, I’m no longer afraid of ghosts, so long as you come back, I’ll always see you the same. I’ll see you as the shine in a shinning star, I’ll see you as the shadow cast by the light of the sun, I’ll see you in the waves of an ocean, I’ll see you reflected by the mist covering the bathroom mirror, from hot showers. I’ll see you as the wonder in my life. And I’ll always continue to do so, because i won't stop, even for death.