Paint your words,
shed your tears
stroke the pattern
of love & loss.
Amazed
by the beauty of yours
Through glitters
& spark unified the
moment of hope.
Colors that symbolizing things.
Per black and white
diffuse the side
of art to craft.
Shine could make it last!!!

I've been sprouting
Trying to lift myself from the ground

I've been trampled on
And I have lost leaves

But I'm still sprouting
Lifting myself from the ground

Do not stay with anyone
who makes you feel like
anything less than a
cataclysm
of the most beautiful
natural disasters
to ever occur.

The table was set.
The morning was fine.
The world lay reflected
in two glasses of wine.

An empty plate
reflected sunshine,
The morning compressed
in two glasses of wine.

What did she see
in undulations of wine?
Were the shapes a portent?
Was there a design?

Were the glasses a mirror
or shadowy sign?
Perhaps they were more
than just glasses of wine.

She and a friend
sat down to dine.
Their reflections drank deeply
from two glasses of wine.