Outside my windowpane
It started to rain
Like a curtain descending
It grew dark
I thought: 'It will soak the ground
And freshen the air
For miles around'
'Then'
As suddenly as it had started
It stopped
The sky colors changing hue
As the bright sun
Came back through
There must be a rainbow out there
Somewhere
Outside my windowpane

Maggie Sorbie  June 26th 2016

Whenever I think of you
I runaway with you in thought; the grasp of your hand, the throb of hearts echoing through the veins of our necks.
No matter How far; how fast we run.
There is nothing before us but space.
I've run for miles with you in my hand.
Pockets empty of everything else.
Keys, wallet. No annoyance of a buzzing phone.
Just you and I in search of the end of the rainbow, the things we've always dreamt.
When I think of you I often wonder in those moments if I cross your mind at the same exact time.
Just sitting wondering what the other is doing.
No matter how far the mirror rests
A reflection is still cast.
The reflection of far away eyes
Taking a moment to look beside themselves and magnify the others pupil.
Taking a moment to rest as nothing is promised.
Taking a moment to forever memorize
The expression across your face.
If I indeed satisfy you the way I dream I do.
The ease of eyes relaxing falling asleep to the thought of you.
No matter how far I run, I still want to run further.
Its so easy to say nothing else matters
As the rainbow is ever changing.
Leaning from one direction to the next.
The ever changing throb of our heart
Whether we run fast or run slow we both run.
Day turns to night then back to day
Expanding upon the length of promise.
Longevity in each drop of rain that pours beneath the sunset of lowering eyes.
Relaxing, falling asleep to the thought of you.
Running across each and every vibrant hue the rainbow has to offer.
Holding you by the hand lost in thought.
An instantaneous combustion of an heart filled with joy.
Humbled in the thought of you.
Without lack of depth as these colors seem transparent from a far
Without such speech to fully understand what's being said.
The feel of your footprint left on my soul of all the many places you've stepped.
A gospel sung with each and every look from your eye.
Though soundless. Their words are heard loud and clear.
A lullaby that grants comfort, a peace of mind that only the soul could uphold as enlightened.

the girl with the blue hair
bled outside of the lines
like the overdose of colour in the
comics that she read.
big eyes and
big lips - the girls on the pages
had hearts for eyes and tears
of fat diamonds.
their sadness so precious.
their affection spans shaped
like rainbows in the
big big blue.

she liked all the colours.
the girl with the blue hair
painted her lips
in the new york cold for
life should be livid, life should
be vivid.
and she
wanted the colours
inside of her blue.

like inking a sketch she
filled herself up.
i was silent when this meant
she threw herself at countless walls
to call
the carnage 'art' -
see how

the girl with the blue hair
became an artist.

where I live
now is very hot
it's the dry desert

mountains encircle
the valley where
the rainbows lay

for short breaks
on periodically
sprinkled grass

Listen to your secret rainbows,
No time for needless angst and woe,
There's a small Pegasus on your shoulder this day,
You've got to make the most of every day,
Listen to the rainbow in our hearts,
Even though we're together but apart,
Love comes in different shapes and sizes,
Any day in our lives can bring us surprises,
No time for needless angst and woe,
Listen to your secret rainbows!

If I would want to paint my life
in colors more than black and white,
then you would go
and catch a rainbow for me.

Only I
will ever know
where you learned
the art of catching colors.
You never told
a single soul,
but I can see
the truth you hold:

I know you once
were staring down
the rainbow that acts as a bridge to Heaven.
I know you once
had stagnant kaleidoscopes behind your eyes
whose beads were just bits of your own earth.

Dear, I hope you learn
that I do not want your kind of rainbow
with emo bands and sleeping pills,
with leaping from the window sills;
I do not want to see the world
through a foggy veil I believe is truth,
so when I'm ready to paint my life
in colors more than black and white,
I shall not turn to you,
but to the smoky place
that acts as a bridge to Hell.

I think
it just starts
by you peeling
the layers
that have covered
that **** core of yours

I think
it ripples
rainbows and is visible
to those who see it

I think
not everyone is blessed
with the sight
to see the unseen

I think
you should careless
about everything else

I think
that this trait
is what makes you
yourself

I think
that you don't have
to fake it till you make it
because one day
things will get heated
and my lovely
your plastic act
will melt
uncovering
your inner "me"