Leaves alight
Ice in my veins
calmest crawling calamity,
Slowly enraging serenity

Ashen fall
Forever frail and perishable
An insignificant mass of beautiful petals
Crushed beyond repair
You don't want to hide it
You know what's there

I didn't do it for me
I did it for you
And that's what helped me bloom
I was gone and you were there
Repairable don't you see?
The holding ground of your roots is strong
You weren't affected by the storm

Show me daylight,
Show me warmth
Let my sweet serendipitous buds form
I would say it is the end of crumpled leaves
and worn out weeds
But truth be told
I will always be close to withering
So endure the inevitable
Entwine our pedicles and
Let's claim the soil together
Please never rely on weather
My bloom is more reliant
on the Sun than you might think

in the world we live in today
how could you not see beauty?

sure this earth is cracked and bleeding
but in those cracks grow flowers

sure those flowers are just buds
but one day they will be

in full bloom

But inside...I know
That perhaps of a spark of it is still there

And that very spark,
It will grow and grow, faster and faster...
Just like the way,
A perfectly round cherry does

And from that little orb of light,
It will bloom,
Burst.

Give way the gooey goodness inside.
Empty it all until it is free.

Explode.
Crackle.
As if celebrating its final achievement,
Showering sparks absorbed by the air.

As they heavily rain down,
Like a group of shooting stars.

What was once a spark...
Now a firework.

A tiny pink wildflower
blooms in the field.
Is it you?

if love's the gaze of stone and hate
       the water drifting hands to their
   undreams of dreams, then it shall be
     with the zither of leaves a quartet of wind
        sifts inanimately so as dark as the night
    they will not dare speak the ineffable.

  if love's touch homing back to cities as
     spry as an unwound, delicate moon as
        can be, these flowerings drone
           exactitudes the rambunctious plunge
    of the roots to the Earth

                  and i will sing these delightful bursts called    days in 
    April have not the touch of frolicking birds
  and the quibble  of the masses half-opening
        and ultimately quivering are the mountains and the fish dance in the tumult
      of their aqueous variations

       it    is   April,  sing gently, as now all the
    leaves have fingers and  the ferruginous  rivers    have   feet   and   my love
            a   flower at   last!

When Black Roses cease to BLOOM,
And violets are Black and Blue;
When Ravens in the dead of Night,
Fall upon our Morning Dew;

This Love that clouds thee,
Upon our Sublimity Day -
Idle in Auroras of August;
To my flower - pray!

Loving you from afar is like admiring a flower that I refuse to pick. Simply taking a picture would never be as fulfilling as holding it in my hands but it's beauty remains for others to experience for generations if I refrain from affecting it's benevolent state. I planted you, a young seed in the desert only to watch you germinate amongst a lush forest teeming with fertility. You spawn roots from nothingness in a ploy to recreate love in my image. Predators lust after your flesh but your roots remain firm in the soil. You pray as I pray to the sun with veins full of water and energy. I see distorted reflections of myself in your essence and therefore sacrifice my passion, in the name of appreciating life

I don't know the best way to say this

the thing about people is that we are all our own galaxies and we tend to fall in love with the constellations that feel most like home.
but every backyard garden I plant always seems to die before it blooms

an old rocking chair in a stuffing yellow attic is what I use to call home
I can still remember the lullabies and the bunnies on the wall
home left me the day fire lined the walls
swallowing the bunnies and trapping me whole
I couldn't get out
I couldn't get out
my bed was the ocean
and I was the tsunami
swallowing your home
and I swallowed that fear
and now the ghosts whisper my name
as they pull the juniper berries off their bush and lay them under your pillow
this is so you will have believed that you were the one to **** sleep
you'll dream of holding a knife dripping with sand
and you'll never feel home again