White Columbian Carnations--

What are they trying to accomplish, by placing me here?
Beauty can only cut through so much
pain,
Don’t they know?
Petals wilt faster in an acidic atmosphere
Pure white amongst the hues
the dove that flies strong through war
My olive branch lay behind me
A decoy

In my mind I was picked
given to a beautiful girl--
I had the power to make someone happy
bring light into the day
And warm her cold iron core.

But now the room mimics her heart and
The burden of these two countries
Is heavier than the iron and I can see the
ink running onto the dead skin of my brothers

An agreement to end the world
And pompous people who don’t see
Real beauty is sitting in front of them

Pink Portuguese Gladioli--

Can’t they see?
It took me a long time
To burst through rock
a horror movie
The hand reaches through the earth
Defying the cycle of life and death
Samsara
Rising again.

And I shatter the hearts of those who see,
They say “Spring has come”
And they stand in awe of the changing seasons
Ignorant of struggle

Around us

And look behind you

I saw no light for 8 months
I say
I have been buried alive
And forced my way back from the dead
for what?
To be placed here underneath bundles of enemies
With a wire noose around my neck

go back
the day when I felt the wind blow through me
And I swayed with my sisters
And we sang of peace

Yellow Dutch Daffodils--
Don’t they know I’m trying?
My heart reaches out, through the piles of hate and agony
Towards the
dwelling of mother nature
Whom I know exists beyond these walls
I’ve seen her
I’ve seen so much beauty in her eyes
They’ve filled my petals with so much warmth
That I now radiate out
Funneling up
And out of this concrete cage

I know it exists
I’ve seen it with my own eyes
The beauty of the world

Remember when I was swimming
In that ocean of yellow
And We filled the space with joy
And forced awe amongst those who stumbled upon us

I know it exists
I believe it exists
A state of freedom
From disturbance
Quiet
It must be
Noise is not eternal

The space goes dark
The noise stops
And the only light you can see comes from my body
Penetrating through the obscene absence of
Life

American Ferns--
Look at me.
When I was a child my form
Was the milky way
I had the knowledge of all that was inside of it
And all that exists within it
As I grew, this knowledge spilled out
Like water from my leaves
Dripping down me
Pooling below

I have always been around
Like feathers on a wing
I help the ground soar
The soil to bloom
And water to carry life through