8:06 PM flight back
On the last day of my
Senior dance season
The music in my ears:
Shifting between pop and pink,
With gold and folk,
Then heart and red.
I look around the fly in the sky,
And see the beauty the surrounds our relations:
Hidden; yet ever-present.
One can witness the colors emanating
From our gorgeous human auras,
A cathartic mix of intricate deep blues
And new-fearless yellows.
The birth and nurture of green,
With the fun and loyal purples;
All culminating in a fabulous rainbows.
Occasionally these colours seem to fade,
Dulling into ennuyeuse shades of grey...
But we only overt our eyes from the true beauty; clouded, like the misfits in the sky.
Curious...
How only when we venture into these misfit colors,
Can we see the hues of our own oddities.
Our changes, to our growth, to our stagnation.
Et quand nous voyageons,
Et visitons le mouton,
Que nous dessinions pour le petit garçon avec le cheveux de blé d'or,
We find our true colours;
Our true,
rainbow
connections.
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2:00 AM Poetry
PoetryAny Taylor Swift fan knows the appeal of 2AM as some obscure, yet romantic, haunting, and magical time. Most of these poems were likely written by me at 2AM, like how I am creating this right now. Some of these poems will be funny, some will be s...
