different shades of blue
represent different things to me.

that beautiful baby blue
that you see
on those instax polaroid cameras
reminds me of concerts,
my friends,
and the colour of sweetness.

the bright blue sky --
it's such a gorgeous shade
one that reminds me
that the world is
a massive place
and there's plenty to explore.

that deep navy tone,
one that's usually found
in the night sky
or those dark wash jeans --
the ones shoved in the back of your dresser.

that particular shade
reminds me of loneliness.

im not quite sure why,
but the night sky is a big place,
home to more stars than we can count.

it must feel lonely up there --
dark,
with no one around.

the sky really is the limit up there.

Blood-soaked blue sky
Smell our vinaigrette of helplessness
The honey crying chords of a zillion golden cubs

Roots that won’t die
Bursting through us
Dark crimson walls high
Too shame our innards

Tear-drenched rain
Draining our conscience
Pulling us toward the marble migraine
Where blinded gerents continue the measured deterrent

Of life desperate
Keeping hearts from heads
And minds from mouths

Away from this marble pavement
High up top, in cobwebs of restitched tapestry
Skeleton beast, less beastly in breathlessness...

A surge of sun spurged light in clustered cusps
Blows into this lecher
To carry our vividness
Like pappus in great gusts...

luminous stars rise
night-blooming jasmine unfurls
'neath glimmering sky

it was dark and tender
my dad next to me
I was five
so free
at the driveway
we be

at some point
of the night
we looked upon the sky

I don't know why

we looked at the north
I saw a star so bright
with the colour of light

I looked him in the eyes
and said
“that's…grandpa”
flying so high

he said “no”

that's the northern star
it will always be
the brightest of them all
it's there when you seek
a guide to peek

when you've traveled so far
where no one can fish
when you wonder
‘Is this… ?’
or
‘What if…?’’
remember the star
that's it

i wish to be as
beautiful as the
moon

it's light a beacon
a pale silhouette
magical

i wish to be as
beautiful as the
moon

for the moon cares not
for admirers or
fame

it glimmers eternally
in the dark
midnight