i think there is someone in our lifetime
that makes us feel emotions
we didn't think were possible
someone you'll just love and love
with everything in you
and you won't look for them
you won't meet them
intentionally
they'll come into your life
at the strangest time
when you least
expect it

Shredded gold and silver flakes
it’s all been sold, from land to lakes.
I’m running up quite a bill
stationed up on my window ceil,
bargaining with Bungalow Bill
asking for a discounted thrill.
Vacant roads and silent trees
these heavy loads buckling my knees.
I couldn’t walk one more pace,
not known to finish a race,
I’ll forfeit before taking last place
then blame my undone shoe lace.

Within a half awake state,
I scribbled explanations too late,
they weren’t worthy or close to justified.
I’m just a chaser to bait,
too far behind at this rate,
but I’m sworn to the end so I abide.

A Prism view or black and white,
soft morning dew, or a starry night.
Which one should I prefer,
if they both blend and blur,
I sought the opinion from her
but accepted the first to occur.

I’m under the tree, the one from our seed,
taught me to see but not to read,
so I decipher each calligraphic,
with details too specific,
undesired outcome so prolific
my mind allows me to trick it.

There was more life in the tears
that stood back waiting for years,
only to greet their moment on the floor.
Falling down while nobody steers,
halting the joints and the gears,
and I will cover the space under the door.

We will equally share this burden,
lights off and close the curtain,
I’ll hide my breaths within the thunder.
Hastily halt then proceed to hearten,
and though I’m still very uncertain,
I’ll let doubt pull and drag me under.

She called him
Yellow but lately
She’s been blue and
He’s been nowhere
Near.

Doctor, Doctor
I've trouble with my eyes

Then take these blue pills,
That's what I advise

Oh Doctor, Doctor
My bones are all sore

White pills I prescribe
They'll hurt you no more

But Doctor, Doctor
My heartbeat is waning

Take red pills for that
You'll soon be regaining

Please Doctor, please
My mind fades away

For that, I have gray pills
You'll be sharper today

Its quite shocking Doctor,
My ***** is murky

Take these yellow pills
They'll clear it by Thursday

I mope around Doctor,
My mood's really flat

These rose-colored pills
Will take care of that

You must help me, Doctor,
In bed, I'm a flop

Then try these long capsules
They'll liven things up

Tell me please Doctor,
What's inside these pills?

Why medicine, of course,
To cure all your ills

The sun inside of her
Rages like a wildfire
Burning anything that she can see,
Ruining everything she touches.
She’s a golden girl,
In a golden age.
Touching only what she chooses to touch,
Loving only what she wants to.
She’s a beauty that
Illuminates everything around her
With a sun that everybody wants,
But no one can have.
She rages like a wildfire
Spreading her beauty into every
Little corner that she can imagine.
And with every one of these corners
She conquers something.
Sometimes she doesn’t know that she does
But the hearts that she has,
They will never ever forget her.
The sun inside of her raged on
Like a wildfire that can’t be contained,
And when they try to contain it,
She over comes, and sometimes
She has to touch things to overcome.
But don’t be afraid,
She only touches the things that
She knows will be okay in the end.

there's something magical about
a sunrise with no sun

watching the blinds go from
algae bloom blue to
the color of mustard
(gold.),

to see the colors pass as do
your bruises. (time.)

the healing consumes you,
burning you
whole.