Some flowers don’t get picked
They stand alone
At the edge of the field
Shaded politely for too long
Waiting for the rain


© MJL 2021

Love of my life
I haven’t met you
And sometimes I fear
I never will

Love of my life
I’m sorry I’m late to the game
I was a little lost
But I have found my way

My faith could move mountains
So I’ll use my faith to guide me to you
And when we find each other
The moon will shine
And the flowers will bloom
For I believe one day I’ll find you

in the cold morning
the wind blow pouring in my skin
the dews see its seen
the cigarette burns its stem
the sun sets it's grim
the white flower keeps staying
in the broken heart of blaming
and I sing a song
of why life
is so much hurt long

I pick apart the marigolds petals in my hands
wishing for way back then.

Why did you leave me?
When our future looked so bright together.

The garden wilts everyday.
The thorns overgrow on the cliff we used to sit on.

We had forever
Why did you leave me here.

When the day passes noon
There is only silence to keep me company

Your shadow still overcasts the empty spot to my left
Your eyes still tear through the running creek water.

The sun has never been the same
I thought we would get through this together.

Now I am here, overgrown, exhausted, and desperate
This garden will burn along with me.

I sit in the same cliff, letting the crackling of the flames keep me company with its twisted disharmony.
I pick apart the marigold in my hands.

At least its not silent anymore.

-Kore

oh stone of my heart, can you blossom beautifully?
can you let your cracks heal even incongruently?
can you take a seed, and by the sunlit sea
watch the unfolding: lilacs and daffodils, on earth gray and green