#parcel
The whispers of tomorrow
tainted the marble walls as
the ones in the room painted
different shades and visuals
of their tomorrow.
The one with their hand jittery,
spine made of anxiety
stutter with their fear coated tongue,
the bouncing and rebounding words of
the chaos and panic of the heart;
the thought of uncertainty that
tomorrow dawns upon them.
As the word tomorrow is passed
on like a parcel amongst the ones sitting
the one with their pupils radiant
paints yellow and white
the hope a new day brings upon,
whereas the ambitious shouts
that she is a day closer to her goals
as she stands armored with passion and dreams.
The students have tomorrow
tattooed on their tongue,
a word that never comes
but morphs itself into the word procrastination.
But when it comes to me,
the moon dissolves into the sun
and the sun dissolves into the moon
as my yesterday, today and tomorrow become the same;
the shades of my life are painted all the same.
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 4:30 PM UTC
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Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 5:37 AM UTC
Salty skin,
bare, burnt, buttery
and brutally BBQ'ed.
Amused by laying under
the rose-white parcel
decorated by green, blue and yellow.
Silver stars
beneath the blue lagoon
swallowing long limbs.
Appealing dry lips
consuming drops of shine,
kissed by the breeze.
Bathing beauty,
shy, sunny
and summoning sandy stares.
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC