true inspiration is hard to
find since inspiration will
find you

don't you sleep ever again; you
could miss something

We had something that never happened
Lost, uncertain, no control
Kids on a playground, ring-o-round,
Livid souls, trying to run but are trapped in

Suited like a shadow with multiple resting faces
Soul sunken into my shoes in my rainbow shoelaces

Apple in my throat, choking on my emotions
Anxious, paranoid, the same typical symptoms
I feel a little crazy, but at least it's kind of fun
It's a scary day when the depression comes

Captivate my flickering,
This hearts a costume, playing daydream
I'm tired of running the same old mazes
Time to tie up my rainbow shoelaces

The golden ratio matter is 1 solid firm,
still, it's a waxing and waning moon
hanging low over the 0 ocean of life.

What loses plops deep in the zero null
is destined for a hike, a graceful bounce!
As if the hard science turn in the romance
like a rainbow cheerfully pops out
tantalising every looking eye.

The colourful cutie is a stealer of the eyes
is a killer for no hand it's up for grab!

Though it does come close by
gives a look down to the ground
like a garland of flowers laying
against the blue wall of the sky!

Vividly shows up is not a far cry
from the birds on the trees
tweeting on everyone's way.
But have you heard
a rainbow did one ever touch?

The matter too on the cutting edge
in the golden ratio cut flown off the petals
blossoms in zero matter formless fragrance!

Sun's glory set alight the autumn leaves I saw this morning,
It kindled consolation for my 9 am start,
Tyranny of traffic and bustling city found me yawning,
But they were no match for autumn's fire that did calm this anxious heart.

A beauty bitter sweet is oft more potent than just sugar,
Sweetness alone won't the seeds of awe sow,
Autumn knows her time is short and demands you look at her,
She was so bold this morning, she had given us a rainbow.

And, the sky too shall cry   
The silent tears I can't scream.   
Each tear drop hence,    
Shall fall down as rain with the breeze.    
Silver spindles, bright and sharp.   
Pouring down soft and slow.   
Beautiful like fading a rainbow.

After the rain the fills the ***
And leaks out the side
At the last drop down the roof
Even when the wood is wet,
I’ll leave.

The freshness of the day,
Can’t match the lightness in my heart,
It’s biking past the bridges,
Pushing past the grass in the stream,

Soaring down the hills,
That pour out from the purple sunset,
Hanging down cherry blossoms’
Open hands reaching out to every path.

The train has yet to come,
But the heat already settled,
Cooled by the sun far back,
Windows mirrored in its light,
Peppered a village under me,

Going through all its tall corners,
The rails build themselves above me,
As I run past every shop,
My reflection follows along on the ride

You were a
passing cloud.
I was the Sun.
You left.
I stayed.
But you colored my skies.

color dripping from the clouds,
dousing the crystal oceans
with waves like prisms.

tides drawing in hues—
playing warm shades like a symphony
and cold in leveled harmony,

but as we watch the greys fall
from the sky like ashes,
we weep in tones of silver and gold.