A sunflower

is a flower

it has petals

like a flower

it has color

like a flower

it needs sun

like a flower

But what it has

that no other flower has

is the energy

to stay happy

wherever they are

no matter how hard

they work

they try their best

with happiness.

So to whoever is listening,

Be like the sunflower.

The light of the world

the opposite of darkness.

the grapes are crushed

time, aged like wine

one rainbow bends

the prism blinds

all colors bleed

the New’s

defined

r

e

b

o

r

n,

l

e

a

v

i

n

g

the ash behind

evening.

phosphene

starlight

burns.

pitch black.

the day

meets

death.

consequence,

once shadows,

turns;

moon’s phase

moves

through

regret.

punishing

the wickedness,

eclipsing

guilt’s

debris,

as darkness

intersects

the vain

&

drowns

them

in

their

sea.

~

T

e a

r d

r o p s

l o s t

t o

winds of change

’turn

b

* d e

s, i

d a

d n m z

o

e e

l

platinum

framed.

She dreamed

in rainbow colors,

tracing

silver clouds

with gold,

but

tears painted

wax shutters

on the windows

to her soul.

Black and Blue

on Flesh;

a Charcoal

portrait of remains —

Chalk-White

outlining Ash;

she’d finally

cordoned off

her pain.

It's night, or near it. I never know quite when evening ends and night begins. 9pm is clearly night, and 4pm is clearly not. Though, 4pm is more afternoon than evening. 8pm is a weird, in between time. It's too late to be evening, most of the time. In the winter, it may as well be midnight. But on long, sultry summer days, evening lasts forever, and even 9pm isn't quite night.

It's spring now, though, not summer yet. Though some days the sun shines bright enough

your kisses were deep fried

coated in destruction

never pure, always sticky

and sickly. greedy, i always ate one too many

and ignored my heart’s cries of pain

until it was too late.

now lying frozen on a cold surgery table,

my heart is wrenched open

as every part of you is picked out of my body