Tonight, she taught me the nature of healing summer rains
Whimsical descriptions of dancing in puddles, but
Metaphors only serve to drown her pain
Dry on the surface, swearing inside the drought sustains
But dew droplets in her eyes betray her restraint
The morning after, the storm remains

Little flower, bent at the stem
Oversaturated by the self-absorbed
Her waterlogged roots weighing her down, but
In fields of bloom they still look to you
See, the weak reach for the easily used green and blue tulip hues
But her yellow petals require strength to be pulled from the meadow

Have you ever wished time would stop?
Like everything coming to a
Standstill

Just so you can have a moment
To catch your breath

falling is the color
of a naked heart, dipped
in cobalt dreams & violet
yearnings; bruises blooming

in amber, coagulating red roses;
marrow fueled & exposed, as it rises
—golden-yellow like the waking sun
with olive desires & an indigo passion;

it is in the merging of pigments into bright
light, brutal and blinding, but full of delight.

To the unknown street I am standing
For the extended life I am crying
Hating the way I am living
The flower that blossoms everyday
and wither very quickly
To the unknown people walking around
Crossing me everywhere
I am like the red light
Nothing to do and stopping myself to do
My colors are not showing up the world
My feet doesn't move forward
I am a red light
Standing alone,
saying 'stop' to myself
To the unknown street I am standing.