skirts.

hearts on sleeves
crushed like leaves
the looking glass is shattered

mask is cracked
uniform attacks
creation is what mattered

can we coexist my friend
on the plains of conflicting worlds?
or shall we be
eternally
nice, naive, and narrow

living in lands of mirrors
we craft distinct illusions
and we press on, desperately clinging
to the skirts of inflexible mothers.

pieces of peace

weary globe shatters
in flames of enlightenment
rebuild paradise

tye dye clad angels
salvaging pieces of peace
rebuild paradise

colorful breeze.

perpetuate hate
flowers fall from pedals
the dust shall never settle
on the deserts we create

shall the colors ever join again
in their dances of simpler days?
the answer is hushed by the fragmented freedom
with which they delude our brains

for the love of a summer will fall like the leaves
leaving branches of bare memories
but the smiles and laughter will linger forever
like scents on a colorful breeze

a single embrace
of confident comfort
shall one day unite us all

and we'll march on that day
to a sweet island bay
and frolic about in the sea