Hannah FlowersI feel in shapes and colours
And scenes like in movies
You are olive green and triangles
And circles and aquamarine
And most of the world is gray and oblong
Flowers grow in time lapsed spirals
Music is everything and nothing
Missing you is navy blue
Sometimes it’s yellow, too
What colours do I exude?
I don’t have a clue
what once was sacred is cursed perhaps it could be worse the temple at which i’d pray overrun now by this wraith my messiah led me astray that’s what you get with blind faith my friends were also fool
can you feel me looking at you? can you hear me whisper to the moon? in the same way i felt you refrain heard the breaking of these chains as i tried to hold onto your frame after i had been an earthq
you asked me to meet you in a dream yes, i will, i replied swiftly for a moment’s pleasure seems far more important than honesty. have you ever watched a mushroom grow? some have spores which, at nigh