my thoughts are a vicious ocean
and my words are dry sand
that the ocean cant reach without force
and so languidly, it retreats
and its waves continue to crash into each other,
destroying anything in their path.

Great wings, had she
for flying, said they
as they watched her wither away

but stuck was she,
in the dark chrysalis, and they
watched her get worse every day

great butterflies, were they
while a mere catterpillar was she
and on the ground, for a long time she did lay

while their wings, they did spread,
and on, they did move
for which a great price, she did pay

because emerge and fly, did she
too long after they
had all gone and flew far away.

The 11th brought rainfall
while the 13th brought icy winds
and on the 15th, the sun surprisingly did glow
but most unexpected of all,
was the 16th's fall
of a deep white blanket of snow
and yet despite the 17th's confusion
and the 18th's dismay
the 19th's joy brought them in unison
and by the 20th they all thought
that the april snow fall,
though unexpected,
wasn't too bad at all

A search party was thrown
for her brain had wandered off,
to a horrible location
at which she thought they would scoff

The search party continued
but from them, she decided to hide
and out of fear of judgment,
she repressed and she lied

She hid from the search party,
believing their search to be futile:
surely they couldn't summon her misplaced brain
with the aid of a stranger's file

The search party found her when she was fifteen
and helped her find her way home
and after years of hiding,
she no longer felt alone

The search party was called off when she was sixteen
because their search was once again futile,
this time because it was no longer needed
and hadn't been for a while.

When Summer arrives,
she extinguishes the rainstorm-
the blissful absence of which
not many will mourn.
I wish I was the sunshine of summer
that brings light to everyone's day
as opposed to the rain cloud
that gets in the sun's way.

What was once a blissful flow of pitches and harmonies
spilling from tangled white wires and into my ears
became a flow of sorrow and tears,
spilling from my eyes and strolling down my cheeks
as the song and the memory joined hands
and became one,
refusing to separate
no matter how hard I tried to rip their intertwined fingers apart

The milk hits the water
with an explosion of hues
and i can't help but notice that
that is how I feel around you
The milk and the tea battled for dominance
and of course the tea won
but the milk still existed within the tea
no matter how much it tried to run