#confetti
petite elm leaves
fell upon the school playground
like wedding confetti
Jun 2, 2024
Jun 2, 2024 at 9:58 PM UTC
The moon
finally burst
into a confetti
of a thousand tatters…
And as the waters
held their breaths,
once playful waves
sink into an unlit night’s
slumber…
And the tides
lost their reason
to visit my shores.
Nov 17, 2021
Nov 17, 2021 at 3:03 PM UTC
I inhale forgiveness.
And exhale all my vengeance.
Like taking a word from my right ear,
And throwing it out from the other
It hurts to say this:
Saying "Marhaba" to misfortune with warm hugs
Know why I do this?
I wait for serendipity
To surprise me with a confetti of lilies.
I'll fly with each petal...
But,
Why do I forget that there's always a purpose behind an accident?
May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 11:49 AM UTC
A lonesome threshold,
yesterday was light as confetti / from a wedding that
bled in thirty litres of martyred roses / How long are
three hundred steps from a church, to stucco walls
the colour of sorrow?
Soil, the tint of blood,
ichor of mountain Gods, deveined for lost embrace
of roots / Wind whistling away regrets in the dust of
liberated souls / Would it sing for her, embalmed
in the bowels of earth’s sanguine hum?
April heat, weighted with a dirge
of tears salted in ocean / rusting the trumpet
and violin strings / Who will tune the piano for mass,
now that those musical men sailed before her,
in paper boat memoirs?
The Goliath tree rooted in bones,
a giant on such sustenance / gatekeeper of souls
tethered to fleshy sinews in beds of solitude /
Will she be interred in fruit, as he suppers
on her animated putrefaction?
Suffering, twice a child,
once a lady, she didn’t stay long to be swaddled
in linens of pity, cottons of commiserations /
Where will I store the enameled chamber *** for
when I grow up to be her likeness?
Nightshades, funneling viscous memories,
trumpeting in a pastel wilderness, alkaloid racket
waiting to sound in the poisons of prayerful echoes /
When will they bloom, toxic with grief of a swelling past,
so I may sleep as soundly as her?
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 6:18 PM UTC
It's a treasure trove
Words tossed up like confetti
Falling in our hearts
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 8:10 PM UTC
Throw kindness around because world needs more
Like birds let it soar through air
Confetti Earth with goodness galore
Your actions inspire others to share
Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 7:49 PM UTC
it will all fall down
but maybe if we're lucky
it'll rain confetti
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 7:56 PM UTC
Surrounded by confetti
Heart shaped
Yet no love found
All there's silence
No words to speak
The soul renders
Foggy mists of memory
Bottled up
In cracks of the room
Like the winding roads
Of time lapsed
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 4:15 AM UTC
(a.k.a. What You Must Have Been Thinking)
“Let's make confetti
With your little paper heart!
Smaller and smaller
Until there's nothing left to split apart.”
“Let's make confetti
And throw your feelings up in the air!
Shred it down to scraps
Until there's nothing left to tear.”
“Let's make confetti
With your diminished, pathetic soul!
Ripping up your spirit
Until we've left nothing whole.”
“Let's make confetti
With your miniscule emotions!
Leave them completely trashed
Until there's nothing left to be broken.”
“Let's make confetti
With your fragile paper heart
Punctured and torn
So your love can never restart.”
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC
leaves of many hues
were strewn on the park-land's ground
as fall confetti
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 5:49 PM UTC
I watched my neighborhood park
undergo a transformation
on a warm autumn morning
that carried the smell of dew and maple
the sun peeked through the trees
reflecting off the yellows reds and oranges
illuminating them
till you could swear they had caught fire
crisp air threw amber leaves skyward
raining down like golden confetti
to be collected for jumping into
by the laughing children
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 8:36 AM UTC
I'm afraid of the new year
I'm not afraid of what it will bring
I'm afraid of what the old year will leave behind
Confetti made from pictures of you and I covers the street.
People always say new year, new me but what if I don't want to be new?
What if I'm afraid of what being new means?
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
I don't see why we can't replace bombs with confetti.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
Your promises come out
as pre-splintered words,
already having a tarnish.
And yet I am hopeful,
always, that I may be able
to pick them up, rub them
with my shirtsleeve just so,
and see the gleam of a true
promise. But no matter how I try,
how tenderly I handle the pieces
of your intentions, they always
crumble in my fingers,
confetti litter on the floor.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC