Kerosene Oil and Uniqueness :

Sick and tired

of holding the applause

with criticism

the perfect backdrop, for

a theater of stars,

peridot

swirling like clouds-

Star crossed as particles

Written in the stars like a novella

Amazeballs you surpernova

downfalls, won’t be ones own-

Trapper my brilliance;

Folding in

my star-shaped edges

squeeze into society’s

Fueling my Kerosene oil uniqueness,

impressionable as swatches to canvas-

I wear nothing less, but garland of dasies-

Onerous , obtrusive, obstreperous

ecru rhombus kite-

Seize my

breathtaking

whimsical side

born to stand out

I’m a morning glory star,

glorious as petals of Venus

visible to the naked eye,

a shooting star;

to land on your shoulders—

velvety, vociferous, veracious

I am as thunderous,

eye catching

as the eye of storm;

the perfect backdrop, for

a theater of stars,

peridot

swirling like clouds

Star crossed as particles

Written in the stars like a novella

Amazeballs you surpernova

Iridescence as seastars and

sand dollars—

Gloaming as bioluminescence

like sea foam

at eventide