The ends of rainbows do exist. I know for I have seen one. 

Faintly through the clouds. Across the water, alighting on a small mass of land.

Isleboro, in The Penobscot Bay. One of many gems off the coast of Maine. 

I stopped for a moment, snapped a picture. 

I did not have time to chase after it that day, but I know where to go to find it again.

2019

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Poetry understands
walking dead,
monsters under the bed,
voices in your head.

Poetry understands
wounded souls,
storms, walls, 
severed rainbows.

Poetry understands
broken hearts,
rainy days, lonely nights,
moon light.

Poetry understands
star-crossed love,
hopeless romances,
second chances.

Poetry understands
twin flames
guilt, shame,
the blame game.

Poetry understand...

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Part of my disorder

is that consistancy isn't real

every day is a wave that I am forced to ride

I want to grab each day by the horns

I don't want to be on a ride anymore

I want to be the driver

I want to set the pace of my days 

I will see a time where this is my present

and not just a fantasy

I will have control over my life

one day

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Wide eyes for the rainbow in the sky

Colorful and dreamy

Something, some don’t get to see on their side of town

The rainbow brings beautiful schools nice people an good food

The little girl has a friend, on the other side of the rainbow

His school functions with no warmth and some careless people

Leaves him suppressed with a mental illness 

As light parades throughout her life...

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Lost in the summer haze 
still filtering out those greys,
still absent in waste, 
vacant in change 
rearranging my stain 
an inherent pain 
displaced 
the colour 
drips, 
drips, 
drips. 
My bones leak into my soul, 
the mud absorbs everything 
but the flow 
and the black fog 
still follows me home.

The desert can be bleak 
especially when the colour
constantly leaks
and the sa...

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Pure gold she is, 
pure gold to me, 
pure sunlight amber glow, 
pure moonlight true blue, 
purple green,
pure red, a dream,
pure starlight white, 
pure light defined. 

So much light 
she puts inside, 
she glows, it flows, 
heart no more dark 
shades bend blue.  
My soul she does kiss open, 
a vast array of colour erupts, 
whole inside 
she leaves me always
complete ecstasy infin...

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