Pedestrians hustling in and out of the buildings
Cyclists, motorists, drivers rushing with time
I, standing in the middle of the busy street
Watching them as they go

I imagined various colours within each passerby
And identify the colors of their soul
Red, purple, blue, orange, gold, silver
What are the vibes? What do they mean?

Does red mean someone is upset, angry or frustrated?
Does blue mean someone is sad, depressed or sick?
Does gold mean someone who is kind, caring or loving?
Does green mean someone who is calm, patient or free?

I wish I can read the signs.

the light in people’s eyes
who have dealt with loneliness
glows brighter than others
because they have had to find
conversations within looking
up at the moon

They say there are ways to cope and writing is one but all we wish for is the cure. In the storm and chaos of everything summer, we only wish to smell the roses a little while longer until the thought of the killer shark takes over our minds leading us to a place where we’re too afraid to swim. I go to the beach and look at the waves only to wish I could dip my sanded feet into the water letting the chills take over me. Anything and everything we’d do just to feel free.

A rose illusion
Surrendering your royal future.

A silent magic,
Fresh with wonder,
Blooming your sacred dream.

It’s certain to glow

you are now nineteen
look at your reflection on the mirror
how much have you matured
like a blooming sunflower

you are now nineteen
your hip's growing
your lips full
and now you get bored quick

now you are nineteen
your face calls me
ah, lady, I can't look away
in your face I am frozen

Gina,
now you're nineteen
happy birthday,
my unattainable queen