It's a flower life

Pensive Puppy

Mirror

Hearts are sometimes like mirrors;

 How they transform, when destroyed.

The shards reflect 

The breakage.

And picking up the pieces

Will make you bleed.

Everything has a darker outlook,

And it looms over you, like a curse.  

And it's bad luck,

Should you ever wish for wholeness again.

XXVII

All koalas all at once.

Fruli, you're my favourite.

:D

On This Summer's Day

The falling of scales

Off a fluttery pair of butterfly wings

The clouds that glide

Across wisdomed blue 

The purple scent of lilac

Carried gently by the air 

The whisper of trees

When the wind blows

The secret dance

Between the bird and the flower

The warm, butter sun

As warm as it is cold when it's gone

The moon, ever so radiant,

Lighting up the palm of my hand

And I, still the same,

Still changing.

 

In Being

I'm tired of the ache that I feel,

An emptiness stretched across miles

Messily stored in my chest cavity 

And it is hard to swallow meaning;

It is screaming in pitch dark,

It is grasping nothing but thin air, 

It is all the colours of a bruise,

It is the anger in red,

It is the sadness in silence,

It is the unsettling of the ocean floor,

It is the tremors of my heart.

Locked

A mourning for the clos'd heart

A coffin nailed shut,

A wound deeper than the cut,

All hope and love, depart.