Chroma Snow Blossom

Chroma Snow Blossom

A snowbound mountain
Painted on a canvas
Of white trees and
Indigo ice
Zodiac pyrites

Deep dream

Down the slopes
Black rocks
And white snow with
Waves of
Staining color
Rushing down


Like how debasers tailor
Snowflake cells
Distorting them
Blossom in this
Snow pollen’s fell

Feathery wings

The marring blossom
Colors infecting
In orange and blue
And pink and green
Arms of ice
In symmetry

Deep dream

Autumn Empress

Autumn Empress

She smelled like opium
Danced like its cinders
Swift like its smoke
Intoxicating as the ashes

A crown of orange
Leaves cascaded
And paraded
Like aurorae

She swirled in the air
Fell everywhere
Carried legends with
The wind that shifts

She made things die
But it was beautiful
The only thing to ever
Grant most gorgeous deaths

The empress is here to stay
But for three quarters
Will be sequestered away
Always there, ever-watching
Waiting for the
To start

Abandoned Venus

Abandoned Venus

Warm and pure, yellow sand
Seen from bleak dawn
Geometric villiages stand in
Shape-shifting gentle wind

Thermobaric star
Lighting plantless plains
Red and green flecks
Of atmospheric gas steps

Ruins long abandoned
Crystal grey of decrepidation
Smooth, sharp lines
Echoing lost civilizations

Flora fans out far on one horizon
White wastelands awaiting
Singing sun scorches the stems
Bulbs of blossoms burn in bloom

Night brings spectacular spectacles
Sparkles of light spread in the sky
Particles pick and plot their spots
To shine above this eerie rock

Pink Clouds Orange Skies

Pink Clouds Orange Skies

All roses must eventually wilt
To last; something they’re not built
Everyone you know to recieve
Or only for two to believe


Fields of grass and bushels of bloom
They spring up around and loom
All of boys and girls to share
Stems of flowers to be curled in hair

We can try our best to return them
But the earth made them for you
You don’t want to deny it
A gift from the ground to you

The teardrops bounce off of petals
Gleaming as if glassed in metal
Gleam bright and look towards
A sun marching ever-forwards


Us at the horizon of orange wonder
And an ocean of green under
Us in currents of pretty plants
With warmth the fields we enchant

We can try our best to refute them
But the earth is green for you
You don’t want to pass it
A sea of flowers grown for you

I just want to bask in it
The leaves bristling and fantastic
Tickle the skin and soothe the soul
Making me feel more entirely whole


Lay on a bed of bright red roses
What many questions one poses
Finally all but erased from mind
When thorns are actually very kind

We can try to leave here
But it’s all so comforting
You don’t want to not be here
Warm wonder is waiting for you

Pink clouds circle overhead
Barely blotting sunlight they spread
An orange atmosphere of elsewhere
I’d always rather be here than there


Your field of grass and flowers
Sometimes bright blue rain showers
The land with its infinite wisdom
With you I have this grand vision

We can try our best to find here
But we never know where this is
You can stay here and keep me
And we’ll never have to leave