i didn't want to paint i just wanted to be great at something so i unghosted my soul, told her to go pick 6 roses out of the garden of my love for the mountains & i pierced my nose w a silver needle that was so sharp i could hear your velvet voice again & it call came back to me in little waves of blue pain and sunflower energy on lined sheets of paper sort of like this one with an orange accent I had to find in Rome behind motorcycles & burnt coffee w out the bitter memory of sugar cookies, only the ones we ate on long weekends by the beach beside the ways in which the sun told us the stories of sunken ships & waves the moon wanted to create at 2:11am on the least windiest days. i didnt bring my brushes w me, but a skateboard and a glass house were enough for a disappearing act & 3 conversations w a wall and spray paint can

Grow sunflower, grow!
Grow outside my window and stretch your leaves like wings!
So I can see them when I sleep!
Break this weak glass
and the cheap screen holding the house together
walk through the threshold into my room
and rest your petals on my windowsill
wait with me as the cold passes
although sometimes we feel like it never will.

Time and distance may separate us,
Forgiveness and acceptance lead us here,
You were never really gone from my life,
For the sun is always shining,
The sunflower is always blooming,
And you are the Sun and Sunflower.

His anger blooms
like the amber color flames of a sunflower.
Burning bright and fierily.
And I don't know whether to stare him down
with my vehement warmth,
to see his aesthetically pleasing face
or hide behind the gray clouds
to calm down his rage.

You are amazing,
aren’t you?
A field of sunflowers blooming
in the softest of flesh.

Life is a rose
Sometimes it showers you in its petals
Sometimes it makes you grab it by the thorns
But even when you bleed the rose is still the prettiest gift you'll ever recieve

My favorite flower will always be the radiant sunflower,
But my life sprouts from the seed of a rose
And I may never be as tall or happy as a sunflower

But I still refuse to walk away from the sun
The beams like glitter dancing off a dream
A dream I'm too small and scared to reach

I am not afraid of being and accepting who I am
This little garden patch grows despite going through the harshest summers, dryest droughts, and most desperate winters
Other roses wilt and wither away

I make this garden shine with the sunflowers in my eyes

Some days I lie beneath dreary skies
And hope feels like a lackluster lie;
A deception conspired to appease my despondent heart
As I search for meaning in this monotonous life.

Some nights I lie beneath dreary skies
And jealousy envy the sunflower for its intuition.
How it aligns with the sun by day,
And faces the east even in the darkest of nights,
With hopeful anticipation of the sun’s promised return,
And finds satisfaction at the gaze of its sight.

So when hope feels like a lackluster lie,
I remember
That even the sunflower faithfully waits.
For in the morning the sun still shines
Even if I can’t see the light
As I lie beneath dreary skies.

she was forever
the withered petals
of a beautiful sunflower
that never learned to bloom.