lilac chiffon and pearls
black silk and diamonds
white cotton and gold
all the colors and sparkle
spinning and dancing above, behind window curtains
peeking out to the common world
making one wonder
are they also like me?
Day 10: +1
my +1 left me out in the rain
got lost in the bathroom
forgot his wallet
skipped out
(oh wait, that was just a nightmare, no +1 this time, thank god, I mean, sorry mom)
Day Nine: Mother
Dear mother,
hello how are you? (I promise to call more often)
I've grown (I still need cooking lessons)
I've met people (you're still my favorite person)
sorry for not being there (I'm halfway around the world)
thank you for your love all these years (even when I played my flute for hours)
yup, I'll bring a souvenir (I'll always bring you something purple)
see you soon (you'll always be my first home, I love you)
***
love you, thank you, see you soon
Day 8: dozing
dozing, I recall old memories
oceans, rivers, a stream, a fountain of will
zero regrets
inviting me to forget
never to let go of these daring, sweet dreams
grasping for my hand, fingers, as I open my eyes back to a world asleep.
Day Seven: Regina
Regina
there are times
when the colors are dimmed
and the stories lie untold
tears fall
I am.
Regina
there are moments
when the wind sings
and trees tell secrets
tears fall.
Regina
***
A queen at all times.
Day Six: Don’t hold your breath
It's possible
today
maybe
tomorrow
perhaps
in a few days
perchance
one day
I'll finish this po-
Day Five: Long Distances
Lost in the middle of everywhere-
the cities, the landscapes, the people
surround and carry on,
like a pebble in a river.
the sparkling mountain-caged lake
echoed on a bus stop ad.
the lone redwood in the city
Lost in the middle of everywhere
the people surrounding
oblivious, a river.
spring's first blushing blooms
brushed on instagram cheeks.
a etched love note on a bench
Lost in the middle of everywhere
landscapes blurring into one
branches of a stream, a world.
a sheep's fluffy coat
spun into a suit's wool scarf.
an old man and his dog
Lost in the middle of everywhere
cities accepting
running with the current.
Lost in the middle of everywhere-
yearning for nowhere
for a glance,
and the closure of an ocean.
Day Four: Spring Dreams
water
tap tap tap
on the metal blinds
thunder
rumbles
under starry skies
the river
flows
through my dreams
Day 3: Sneak Attack
The grass springs green
trees dress in petals
Scarves lie forgotten
"oh but see here"
says the north wind
breathing down our necks
"I like your company."
Day 2: Oblivious
yesterday I lived in glamour
I saw a tree.
today I see the grey, hard concrete
unyielding and soul-crushing
and the dirty rain blurs the world
endlessly moving on
crushing and rejecting
the magic in the blade of grass
Ramblings of the Purple Existence 