Aries: the burning orange of a sunset, red converse shoes, sunflowers on a summer day, the light coming through the windows on a warm afternoon, citrus peels
Taurus: long green grass blowing in the wind, blush, rose wine, the light coming through the trees in spring, clover patches in the park, mint and chocolate
Gemini: the faded tan of old books, the soft tones a candle gives off in a dark room, lemonade, sidewalk chalk, khaki overalls, a rubber duck, key lime pie, bees on flowers
Cancer: honey, pearls and silk, the patchwork of colors on an old quilt, daisies, the warm tan of fresh bread, baby’s breath and lavender, vanilla bean ice cream
Leo: the gold of a sunrise, a bonfire at night, ginger ale, when the leaves are changing colors as fall is coming, sparklers, glitter, bloody noses and smiles, confetti on the dancefloor
Virgo: aloe and cucumber, iced tea, dusty evening skies, mahogany tables, old coffee mugs as the thrift store, softly scented lotion, lilacs, sheer pale window curtains in the breeze
Libra: hazy gold framed artwork, creamy silk pajamas, light washed jeans and a soft pink cardigan, honeydew melons, bubble tea, fairy lights, tan sketchbook paper and white ink
Scorpio: the green and purple of the sky just before a storm hits, neon lights on wet asphalt, undereye circles, coffee and cigarettes, band t-shirts, sour gummy worms, the night sky when there is no other light than the stars and moon
Sagittarius: cranberry juice, hello kitty bandaids on scraped knees, carousel lights, old stains, your favorite plaid shirt, cherries on a picnic blanket, the two minutes before and after the sun goes down
Capricorn: the swirls as cream and coffee mix together, the light coming into a dusty room, an old journal, the faded bench by the river trail, toffee and almonds, a big sweater
Aquarius: midday sky with puffy little clouds in it, the color of a swimming pool, the glow of a computer screen, Mountain Dew Voltage, saturday morning cartoons, primary colors
Pisces: Monet lily pads, saltwater taffy and cotton candy, old paint palettes, wildflowers, tumbled chrysocolla and labradorite gems, sunsets on the river, dewey moss, bathbombs
“Give me your phone.” Jin held out his large palm expectantly as he escorted you back inside the manor house, Taehyung in tow with your bags.
“Y/N I mean it, hand it over.”
Thankfully you’d all made it back from the hotel in one piece, nobody was hurt but nobody was telling you anything either.
“Not until you tell me what’s going on…” You retorted nervously, your voice no louder than a broken whisper.
Taehyung slipped past you and made his way to the back of the building with your suitcases, Jin took you into an eccentric looking dining room, the air lightly tainted with the lingering stench of kimchi. The room was beautifully decorated, the walls were pale lilac, complimented by the soft rose curtains that covered the large windows. Huge luxury paintings clung to the walls as they fought for attention, each one more lavish than the last. But despite the bright colours and fluorescence of the big chandeliers, the room felt dark and cold as though it was rarely, if ever used. Jin pulled a chair out and gestured for you to sit down at the huge dining table, a deep sigh falling from his plump lips.
“Please give me your phone. Jimin will explain everything I promise, but that’s a conversation you need to have with him… Not me.” Jin explained, his chocolate brown orbs glazed with sympathy. You took your phone from your leather jacket, placing it directly into his palm. Jin was like a brother to you and you trusted him with your life, you couldn’t start questioning his integrity now.
“Thank you. Now it’s been a long day, you should rest. I’ll show you to one of the spare rooms-“
“Nonsense. She’ll stay in the back house.” Jimin appeared in the doorway, trying his best to smile despite his face being blanketed in concern. “Come on, I’ll take you.” He took your wrist in his grip and pulled you outside, his strides almost too wide for you to keep up with.
At the back of the darkened gardens there was a small house, resembling that of a white cottage or bungalow. Just from looking at it you could tell there was only one floor, and that it wasn’t very spacious. Taehyung exited the building and nodded once at your brother, who gave him a small smile and muttered something that sounded like ‘thank you.’
love is a lilac,
carefully arranged near a window
where I watch the work of the sun
and the power of the rain
fill its fluted throat until it’s tall
with an aroma so sweet
that just one
seems like a dozen.
This isn’t the only something
there are others
but none fill your lungs
Impressionism was a 19th-century art movement that began as a loose association of Paris-based artists whose independent exhibitions brought them to prominence in the 1870s and 1880s. The name of the movement is derived from the title of a Claude Monet work, Impression, Sunrise (Impression, soleil levant), which provoked the critic Louis Leroy to coin the term in a satiric review published in Le Charivari. Characteristics of Impressionist paintings include relatively small, thin, yet visible brush strokes, open composition, emphasis on the accurate depiction of light in its changing qualities (often accentuating the effects of the passage of time), ordinary subject matter, the inclusion of movement as a crucial element of human perception and experience, and unusual visual angles.
This is a poem about a walk I took during the worst summer of my life from my shitty apartment in Downtown Denver to a King Soopers grocery store. I wasn’t exactly sober and I really, really needed a Hershey’s cookies and cream bar, king size. This poem is not endorsed by Hersheys. Or King Soopers.
I was so amused by that place, a single city of many galaxies.
Bright lights leaking from open windows, resting on
the contrast of summer’s lilac blue evening hue.
It all sounds so peaceful before I admit the loneliness.
Before I admit an empty heart beating grime down street gutters
looking for a body of water that did not
taste so dirty.
rain made the city smell
whole. The rain told the city that the only thing it needed to become complete
was an afternoon of thunder and heavy traffic.
I became jealous. Bright lights orbited just
above my fingertips behind panes of glass.
I wanted to float into every open window
and pretend I belonged in someone else’s home until I