Category poetry

I like the way the ocean matches the color of your eyes, and I like the freedom  I feel with the wind in my hair. I like the way chocolate strands stick  to my lipstick. I like soft pastel shades…

i. Tangerine skies starring in your eyes at midnight,  a broad daylight.  Shades of marmalade stripes in the twilight.  Incandescent glow, handwrite the notes turn them into paper boats, navigating your jokes.  They’re meant for me.  ii. The sun went…

As the day equals the night, as the clouds crowd the sky, leaves starting to die turning colors into plain shades of survive. The world is changing: my miracle. Flowers whiter in the Nyson meadow, even the most glorious and…