What the hell
A flower growing in
The middle of the room
If a flower can grown in a building
Then positive can happen.

When I hear the news of the
Day
I just want to throw down
Smack down
And attack these bad guys
Who make life
A rotten apple.

I feel numb inside
No emotions or pain
Just a cocky smirk on my face
Who wants to start it up
For I am used to a fight.

There is such a thing as flashbacks
There is such a thing as nightmares
There are such a thing as ptsd
Take of your snowflake
Rosesy colored glasses
And look around
See them baoding?
They are there for a reason.

The pink moon
Driving people insane
Yet it is a good sign
For it
Harold's in a new season
And energies
Both positive and negative.

In the night
Of all hallows even
The moon is replace with a flickering
Mencing evil looking
Jack o lantern
Watching over the
Trick or treaters
With a demonic eye.

In the talklamakan
There floats a face of
The buddha
Haunting its blood soaked sands
Hoping to give them peace.
Peace.

One day
There was
This angry and
Heartless girl
Who died years ago
And haunted the waters
Where every
Twight she swims
Hoping to clean off her
Misdeeds.

I come across
A rose. Pink that is
Holding the big dipper
Though with the
**** I am on
Everything is
Vaporwave

The moon
Hanging over
A vaporwave forest
Does this mean that the moon
Is also vaporwave
With its pinks and such.

Mangele
And many others
Bring the hippocratic oath
Hippocrates Cries with
Sadness
And spits in his grave
In rage.

As the sun raises
To release a ****** liberity
Bagging for help
Before she dies
Of exsangwenation.

As I write
On my old old computer
I see that on my
Note pad that
Hippocrates
Appears
Out of the blue
Talk about vaporwave
Poetry

As I walk out of the
Potteryplayhouse
There I see
Some dying roses
The seem to glow in the dark
As if changing colors.

Have
U ever
Cried
Because
You
loved
someone
But
They
are
no
longer
Here

On Mars there is
No atmosphere
But in flyes a zombie
Emoji shining bright
Like that of the sun
Where's the food.

In the middle of a summer
Desert night
Appears a heart shaped
Portal with a sunflower emerging
From the portal.

West of China
The moon shines bright
As a pearl
Only to be swallowed up my a
Demonic Chinese dragon
Plunging turkestan
Into darkness
As a white dove flies by
Unscathed.

Only in California
Can you see
The stars
And a merad of constellations
During a beautiful
Soon set
As you swim at the beach.

I was there when
We All saw the
UFO float over Mount Everest
All of us where
Shazed and amazed
As we pointed it out
To eachother.
Then.....
It disappears.

Hill Morty
How I missed you
Since you have died
Leaving a hole in my heart
But when I look up at the night sky
I hear you say
You are my person
And you'll always be my person
And I whisper I love you with everything
Even my DNA.

The Pleiades
Oh the Pleiades
The spirits of seven
Amazonian warriors
Who went into the sky
For protection against men

During a meteor shower
In the autumn sky
I see I woman's
Face with
Butterflies painted on it
Mixing in
With the shower
I couldn't believe my eyes.

As a wolf
Howls at the moon
It spues out
Fluttering butterflies
In the midnight.
Of moonlit
Darkness

As a star goes
Super nova
There emerges two wings of
A butterfly
That is the creator
Hoping
To make some art.

Under the great Dipper
A man
I shall call
Bruce
Takes is boat out
On the water and
Does some midnight fishing
"the fish are fine and the dipper bright"
He exclaims.

As I blow bubbles
With my second
Cousins
It is Canada day
And they fireworks exploded in the sky
Like popcorn.
What a night.

In heaven the
Big Dipper says qharsheeeiilesh (welcome)
As you enter the purple clouded
World
Once in
You will see seven
Orbes
That form the
Great dipper

As the young
Woman keeps blowing
Bubbles during
The summer twilight
It soon becomes an
Autumn twilight
With the dipper hanging
Low
Over her head.

On a late summer
Night in the prairies
The Big dipper
Is bright
Clears as a swear word
Turn up the volume of the
Sounds of nature
And night.

How can I sleep

Forensically they say
That no two things are the same
Nor simular
But that is wrong
For the Pleiades
And the Big Dipper
Look a like
Like twins.

Instead of
Other constellations
I am struck
At the sight
Of infinite
Big Dippers twinkling
And shining in
The sky

By day I am
I am surrounded by
Butterfly

By night I am
I am surrounded by stars
Of the Dippers

Then one night
The two mixed the butterflies
Replaced the stars
And the dippers
Had
A butterfly

In lue of a star

As I shopping for
A new set of baoding *****
In China town
I find the the oddest pair
One clear and white with yell and orange
flaming dots representing
The Big dipper
And blue one clear with white shiny dots
The Dipper
At night.
And so I buy.

As I look up
Into in
Nights space
The Dippers
Shine
And glow
Brightly that
They reflect in my eyes

It's partly cloudy
Yet not enough to hide
The great Dipper
As i go stargazing
And trick or treating
Ahhh multitasking

When I look up
I see from the
Roof of the autumn forest
A heart shaped clearing
Exposing the Dippers
Shinning bright like
Diamonds

As the sun sets
I find that
There emerges
Two different moons
In the blueish
Pink sky

This morning as I
Step outside
To go to the pub I
See something unusual
It's midday
Blue skies and
I can see the great Dipper
Parallel to my house......
Strange.

Powder blue
Butterfly floats
In the wind
And like a helicopter
Lands on my
Queen Anne's Lace
As i take a picture.

As I approach
The tajj mah hall
I am confronted with a calming pool
And the
Planet venus up top
Soon things
Turn pedal pink.
That of a flower.

As the summer
Comes to a close
A young
Geisha picks a flower
A
Dark pink poeny
Appreciating it
Before it falls apart.

Star gazing
On a summer's
Night
I see the face
In the milky way.
Wow

As I was born
In serenity
Of the night
As I sleep
The Big Dipper
Hangs over my head
As if to watch over me.

One December day
Out side of Moscow
A darkly dress and ragged clown
Her body like a rag doll
Cries in the hope for the
Return of spring

My friend
From long ago
Told me
The path to success is
To build blocks
Each day I add to the barrier
And soon find out
There were complications
To this advice.

When I was younger
I prayed to be
A forensic pathologist

When I was a teenager
I prayered that
The racism and bullying
would stop

Present day
My prayers
Are dedicated to love
Of another.

No one is the same
No one is normal
Or perfect
So girl
Start looking in the mirror
See yourself
Instead of an dellusion
For the delusion is death

If hate and racism
Is the in thing
And hip
Then Canada is
Tragically hip

Dear J**
You cheating waste of
Human DNA
And other cheaters
You do more damage then good
Like criminals
Karma is out to get you