bold and creative.

warm, nostalgic sunrises.

sweet fruits, they're ripe on a tree.

no rhyme, save for a botanical term
almost no one knows.

rare favorite colour,
but deserving all the same.

not the sky,
not today.

today the sky's
an ashy grey.

blue, right now,
is how i feel.

under the dreary
sky of steel.

it's roses against a twilight sky,
and the exchange of sweet nothings.

or,
floating embers burning,
children of a dancing flame.

maybe,
it's velvet cake topped with cream-cheese icing,
baked special for a loved one.

could be,
sweet strawberries ripe on the vine,
ready for picking.

possibly,
it's a summer sunset,
scattered with cotton-candy clouds.

whatever red is,
it's my colour.

storm rages without,
woman rages within.

no meteorologist,
no man,
could have seen it coming,

blind to the greying clouds,
senseless to the burning-wire scent
of building fury.

it seems all blue-sky beauty,
a bearing akin
to cumulous tufts of vapour.

she is sunny and bright,
until fluffy clouds are ripped open
with shouting thunder and lightning strikes.

then man-meteorologist
is blind to the storm
no more.

how i look to you,
my Sun.
but your light
has blinded me.

i did not see the radiation,
the sunburn,
the slow peel
of my skin from my bones.

i only saw life.
i only saw warmth.

you scorched my retinas

so I could not see

the damage you caused.

i feel like the weight of my world
is on my shoulders,
a self-inflicted
Atlas curse.

my actions
are coming back
to knock me down
and crush my resolve.

i'm so close.

so close to getting everything fixed.

and i push the boulder
up the hill as Sisyphus did.

but every time i near the zenith,
i make one small misstep,
and everything slips from my hands,
rolling me flat again.

mere assignments
feel like labours of Hercules,
impossible trials,
with the intent of divine punishment.

if i slay the Hydra,
will i pass english class?

freckle-speckle face,
marks like delicate lightning
on stomach and thighs,
soft form like Aphrodite.

broad, sturdy bones
wrapped in imperfection.
with flaws like gems,
you shine the brightest.