Let the pulse of your unrelenting heart fill Heaven's concert hall as it beats the tune of courageous joy against an anxious world

I see that you've made peace with the chaos of your mind. You scrawl out your passions like a genius pours out their mind onto a napkin. It is chaos. It is no longer about being understandable or approachable but about letting your mind breathe fresh air outside of judgement.

Joy written over your face like graffiti on a brick wall. Sinks into the lines and grooves. Corrosive joy. Inescapable and forever tattooed in loving memory of your survival.

The voice given to a story
Perhaps a narration of a memory
Speaking as an art form
Giving a face to the soul
with nothing except sounds and imagery

Painting a scene with only enunciation
The tongue making a perfect expression
Carving a timeless masterpiece
In the minds eye
Incarnate imagination

Roses are red
And a little bit brown
Their silk edges curl
Falling soft to the ground

Roses are red
The sky has turned gray
I'm just here, naming colors
Who likes flowers anyway

Violets are purple
Roses are red
Just petals on gravestones
Where loved ones lay, dead