with the burst of fresh plum blossoms,Parchments dipped in ink dripping blessings,Moneyed citrus trees frisson joyously asFirecrackers ring brass railings tipped in jade.
Cool weather has come to pass
Sun is shining getting hotter at last
Does the moon really exist?Most nights, I forget it’s there.I am too focused onThe girl,The cat,The stranger,And the air.
Tick
Tock
The days become nights
A poem
Cyaniderunning through the veins.Flushing out its purple, myHydrangea blooms in blue.
By Oakley Roberts
I open my wound
And pour it on to paper
white with fear, I write.
It took me months to finally pull the trigger because the truth was that I had only brought you happiness…
As love bleeds
Across the derma of time