she stood before the edge of a cliff
as the earth beneath her became undone
a single white flower clung desperately to life
the angel crushed the fragile petals beneath her
with the same feet that once danced on clouds
but she was no longer in the heavens
she was on earth and the gravity of her situation
teased her naivety until she was struck with tears

she fell into the waters, of a gray stormy day
a place that surely no one, not even god, could find her
her worn wings had no intentions of flying
and she smiled, effortlessly, the way she had always done
gracefully falling in the air, even as she plunged into her demise
the small angel drowned at sea, with a heart pulled apart
by all the centuries that she attempted to love humans
and perhaps, she just wasn't meant for this world

I pity the flower who is chosen
her craftsmanship wasted
beauty nor skill will save her
if a human hand picks

it is not lucky to be chosen

The rain is pouring.
    On my heart is full of love.
    Bloom a peace flower.

A beautiful red broke a smile
on a shame face
O, it turns out that my beloved
long gone
and I failed to face

A blue sad sky
to the poet who is gloomy in front of the poem
stringing words
downing the imagination
the numb

Apparently, the flower is the beloved
O I forget how many times I searched
All in my yard
Grow in a heart!
Grow in a heart!
Bloom on a heart
Bloom on a poem!

O this is a poem for her
And the buzzing bee sing a song to her
And also sing a song to me

when you grace the garden
i am overfilled with sunlight!
an intense admiration
leaves me with sudden blossoms
of an ever gentle pink...

won't you come closer?
i don't ask of you to be mine
nor for the warmth of your hands
i simply asked to be loved
every now and then...

and when i realize my feelings are one-sided
my appearance falls apart one petal at a time
leaving me to cry among the decay
when the flower is no longer a beauty
what reason do you have to stay?

warm and forgiving
ever full of life
the burst of colour
in a barren land.

she gives you hope
and without her
you stumble, aimless
in the dark.

her presence is eternal
long after you've left
you'll stagger
trip and fall

fragments of her heart
on your white shoes.

The gentle blue violets and gentle green grow
The cobble-brick parapet in mossy-rich stone:

While over by the arches bright,
In the rhythm of a skillful show,
A rock of orange flowers ride
To sing to me a livid woe:

"The lilac, the lilac, behind thee it heaves!
Abhor it! Abhor it! A nature by trees!"
Stood there a lilac by the painted blue bea';
Of doves the white flower, bright beacon by sea:

"O lilac, a lilac, sitting by the sands,
Why do you sit alone? Why grow roots in sand?"
And lilac replied back while turning its head:
"Young poet, some poet, where I should instead?
The grass steals the sun and boards its sunbeams,
The flowers that chat like seabirds that scream,
The earthly big worms that bite and all tear
And women and men whom touch and all stare!"

Why lilac! My lilac! You've turned off thy sense!
The big ocean breath will swallow thy stems!
The iron-grain sands to throttle your leaves,
The baby-born branches, the splinters that rend
In a frenzy to put your flower debris
And rip you into the wide ocean
Sea!

Ah poet, young poet, who perceives my unseen:
The tidal, the waves do rather seem mean;
Upwell my roots and leave me the trees:
Oh poet, my poet, how different you see.

I wish for the future to come
Just like anyone else
I take to the skies
As if I could fly

Oh world oh world
Hello world!
Please be gentle with me
I’m the precious little flower
So delicate, so frail
I need all the attention of the world
In order to not disassociate

I keep grasping to my innocence
As if my life depends on it
So what is it?
to live in complete ignorance
Or to realize we’ll never be perfect

But it’s all okay
Just be you
Because at the end of the day
Nobody really has this figured out

I bought flowers today,
tulips in a vase,

petals are dropping,
while I'm looking,
yellowed photographs,
memories of a flower

Tulips are growing,
standing in a field,
smiling in yellow,
early spring bloom

cut umbical cords,
leaving mother nature
tied together family,
a bouquet of love

Tulips are dancing,
dangling in small hands,
A little girl is running,
to surprise her mother

A daughters flowers,
a gift for mothers

Some mothers like tulips,
feet in the earth,
icy stones with labels,
daughter, wife and mother

Lay them down,
pretty little things,
decorate the ugly,
with little girl prayers

in the tree that you bloomed so prettily,
the smiles you gave, the comfort, tranquility
in the calm oceans you reside
your presence felt by my side
you truly are one of a kind.
how precious you are
more precious than diamond
one that shines brighter than the sun
blinding the gods, the father, the son
for who you are is magnificent
a flower that bloomed on a tree
a flower that resides deep within the sea