I am human.
I stumble
I am a kaleidoscope of hues
a tidal wave of feeling
a star
a speck
a glimpse
I walk, no,
more like leap with bubbling mirth
and collide with frightening, terrifying speed
I am intertwined, inexplicably,
I hope
I dream
I am

two swim in a deep, blue sea
with bare feet
two hands open
two eyes closed shut
and an open
heart
it can hurt
I will carry wounds
it can be utter brilliance
I will be free

to build a palace
to greet the ghosts
which stalk the moonlit halls
to fill the vases
with fragrance of roses
to unlock the bolts
which secluded a greeting, hello,
to spread the curtains open
as golden light spills
through the cavernous space
to allow the breeze pooled from the shore
strike conversation with the window panes
to strike the hearth with a bellowing fire
to fill the kitchen with warmth and chatter
to restore the hardwood floors to its past
chocolate-brown luster
to adorn the walls with paintings which sing and feel
to fill a room with books, books, and books
to sip on sweetness and joy
while overlooking a glittering lake
to feel the grass
cushion bare feet
to fall asleep without an ache in the chest

to build a palace

life is like
when you're
a little kid
and you
discover that
there is more
than twenty-four
crayons in the box
that there is
the possibility
of forty-eight colors
of sixty-four
of one-hundred and twenty
that there are
so many shades
of love and anger and peace and despair
and absolute bliss
and the ability
to express them all
are now
in the palm
of your hand

life is
colorful
beautiful
thought-provoking
lovely
soulful
heartbreak­ing
inspiring
and absolutely wonderful

every day is
a new sunrise
a new chance
to transform into
the butterfly you
want to be

go out there
and change the world, kid

Skies are beautiful
They have clouds
But they still cry

Why wouldn't you?

You are beautiful
You have poems
You can cry too

The floating feeling
Surfing through the air
Thick with richness
Of a summer shine,
Pale yellows and greens
Which glow,
Dappled, bouncing light
Shadows and gurgling “hellos”
The sensation of flying
Through thickets of
Swaying trees singing
In unison
With the blue, cerulean water
Lavender springs
And bumps into laughter
Time speeds past
And the breath smells
Like sweet, sweet wine
Drunk off the music
The northern, brisk breeze
Combs through my hair
And I wished
I could stay
Forever