#iridescence
Trailing down the shape of you I shine in the sun
By your effort I stand to exist
For your survival I rush to protect
In your fear I let off a warning
From your arousal I make your desires known
Miles I live under your surface
Ready to pour and have you glisten before all
A silvered surface transcends you to a being whom captures the light
You are a child of the stars, shining as they do
A color I am not, but a wave locked by your eyes
From sight alone I transcend the ephemeral
By the beholder I am captured
As brief as the flash of a buttersflight
Timeless in the moment a cloud catches the light
A glimpse of moonrays striking through mist
Torn open to prize mother of pearl
In the slick of man's pollution coating the world
Lathered in suds, as way to make amends
I do not exist to stay in your world, yet you bind me in chains of sight
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 3:25 PM UTC
There is something
so ominous
about
her iridescence.
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 9:17 PM UTC
*Wash over with your iridescence
And waver slowly just above the scene
Mere feet away or miles now, I cannot tell?
Though your iridescent qualities may be seen
Forever in the waters quelled*
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 11:32 AM UTC
You're the code that I'm trying to figure out
You're the Pantone shades I'm trying to understand
You're the positivity and the doubt,
You're the missing element I want to cage a grand
I think I have mastered your patterns in crazy alternatives
That right now, I'm still arranging your unorganized buttons
I attempted to love you your likings, just to say that I am widely creative,
Though there are devilish and majestic counts for your respective reasons
Many mouths have delivered and said the same guilt of languages
Chaotic pasts and mayhems are hidden to remember
These wounds and emotions are no longer to be covered with classic bandages,
You're the holographic dream and the impossible to reach in all chambers
I have encountered broken promises and I have trusted ranks of themes,
I guess we enjoyed the pride to where the roads will lead us to
Roses aren't that romantic as beautiful as they seem,
Orbs cannot unsee your inadequate schemes because boy, you're see through
My mind is floating twenty-four-seven like a gushing river,
Cues subsided in between unidentified hallucinations
Honestly, there are things that I insist to sugarcoat,
Scooping the factors that you have a bucket of reservations
Oftentimes, these glitches could appear in authentic waves
Feet are out of the box, searching for the valid sequence
My crumpled heart is the cursor and you're the file I still need to save,
This is the chronicle of how you became my iridescence
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 7:09 AM UTC
is the title of my self-published poetry book-- it will have stuff not seen by anyone or hello poetry, so tune in, if you wanna.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC