Ticking clocks paint the air with time Zippers drag slow with a mellow chime Graffiti walls whisper in neon hues Skateboards cruise under psychedelic blues Theremin cries like a ghost in the night Squeaky floors sing in a flickering light Dulcimers hum a kaleidoscopic trance City bones shake with its cosmic dance Dreams drip down in tie-dye streams Stardust heavy like shattered beams Baby scratches echo The bass unfolds The universe spins in colours untold Moon winks as the streets come alive Vibrations hum through technicoloured eyes Broken tiles sing beneath our feet Melodies thrive where chaos meets Time slows down in this painted maze Eyes wide open in a lucid haze Clock hands melt feral and free A symphony born in graffiti debris
A raw, kaleidoscopic snapshot of a city alive in motion and colour -Sorelle
with a can of spray paint. I tag my name across the wall of your heart. my love for you condensed, shaken up, expanding through the burst of a nozzle. swirls of tie-dye, colliding in pink monochrome and blue. Vibing, tripping. After spray freckles tiptoe as high as my arm will reach. And as low as my knee will allow. chaos drips in small bubbles soon to dry. Running through rough open spaces Where paint used to be. condensed circles, widening out to bigger circles. your heart my canvas. there is no such thing as running out of room. the best things in life overlap and cross over into each other. my name splashed monochrome. shaken up, expanding through the burst of a nozzle. I am swirling in love. In every shade and in every hue. coloring outside the lines. your heart's a kaleidoscope intertwined between the space of my fingers. Life imitates art. Art imitates love. I imitate you.
pictures from this new telescope unveiled glimpses of an early universe in spirals clusters and clouds       of colour amidst an ever-changing luminescent haze stretched across the bespeckled vastness of black; a cosmic dance of light through time and space both answering and posing countless potentials
even so it is difficult not to compare these images with what can be seen by looking through a child's kaleidoscope
kaleidoscope, hanging rope so many options, so many ways to go but so many ways to fall can you handle my all I guess only time knows time is so fickle but so are my fears time is so riddled with endings that's why I keep you near interlaced, preventing heartbreak but no matter the amount of effort the sum is pain so I worship the rain in my dry spell I focus on the power in myself to stand tall and plan for the many ways I can fall I wish the best for myself
