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May is the month of love
May is the month of all flowersMay is the month of all Mothers.
Disruption reigns in its place on high,
disorderly king of confusion --
with crown of blue, green and purple hues;
cloaked in red satin that stains our inner selves.
Bow down at the feet of -Royalty-
I am not going to wait for you to get illOr to die to send you bouquets of flowersRight now is the time to make you feelThat you're loved amid the rain showers.
Love
what would we do without it
God
What would we do without Him
Family
What will we do without you
Colors
Mine is blue
The season of Autum makes me sneeze
But the rewards are those of high
With a gentle wind & a moderate breeze
A view of my dreams race sky-high
I like a day with half filled trees
Blue is one of those that colors that is really funny,
It can be used to describe that feeling when you are sad and lonely,
or it can be used to describe the blue sky when the day is sunny.
When someone says Fall
What do you think of?
Do you think of how far you'll go?
How fast it takes in order to fall
And when you'll hit the ground?
Colors take me away
Sweep me up in a flourish of pigment
A swarm of hues and shades
Come to rest within my head
The colors take me away
Consumed in a rush
Under the glow of flickering neon
I get inspiration from these walls.
They speak, almost talk.
These magical walls are mauve.
How do you think I get inspiration from
They believed that if they looked in the mirror, their reflection would shatter the glass
Only, because society made them think that way
I just stood there
Almost paralyzed by your beauty
Yet, Letting your hurtful words cut me so deep I started to bleed from my wrist
My blood was as red as her matte lipstick
My favorite color used to be yellow, the underdog of colors as one could say. It is bright, hard to wear, and difficult to match with.
Simplicity is the beginning,
It is easy,
Nothing to stress about
But one mustn't stay there for too long
Purple used to be my favorite color
Until the blank canvas of my skin
Was tainted by the purple marks
That reminded me that the love I thought I had perceived
Was never the love that I received
You say the world is black and white,
an equilibrium of perfect and melancholy
where every shade is a variant of another,
and you can’t choose more than what you’re given.
I don't pick my favorite colors. They pick me, then leave me when they want, not when I ask.
I don't pick my favorite colors.
They pick me.
They cling to my skin, they go under my scalp,
they find those little spots under my fingernails that become tender and raw when I bite them
The sky is Grey
I know it’s Grey
I’ve been told it’s Grey.
I can see the Grey!
But I also see the other colors.
I see the red
They know next to nothing
about my brand of
what they are guessing
about, possibly,
though most acknowledge
it is strength.
The internet cannot explain to me
Roses are red.
Grasses are green.
Doves are white.
Sunflowers are yellow.
Oranges are orange.
Eggplants are violet.
Jeans are indigo.
The world is blue.
Happy changes for ours to foray, that theirs were oceanand of black God, so could you know Ocean god was thisogod, or primal bei is hei. Thes lors, ast ou, ocean wasblack and fear, could know you in? No. But this deep could
I rise before the sun breaks
Opening my eyes to a red horizon
The dawn giving as it takes
My sweet dreams from me
Blazing orange ignites inside
Burning within my lungs
The yellow man under the drawbridge saw that I was lost so
He asked me for my phone number today
For the third day in a row
But I said no because it wasn’t the fifth.
I.
Every emotions we have has its colors
Others were basically there to brighten
Like happiness, always there to enlighten
Racism shouldn't have power, it should be powerless. Hatred should not be fruitful and allowed to multiply, the seeds it plants should be flowerless. If you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all.
Why is my mind so blank?
The colors that flash before my eyes,
they mean almost nothing to me anymore
I used to dance in the soft orange of a sunset
wade in the blue waters of the distant ocean
I'm so sick of the justice system being so "just us." My people constantly locked in or locked out. Blissful ignorance chose by so many with white skin. So many could care less, and still others choose to ignore and block out...oh so careless.
Black don't crack, our spirits can't be broken. I'm not your nigger, I'm not your token. I'm never voiceless, I'm outspoken. I only bow down to God, never no man.
And here I thought these feelings for you had expired, but then the moment I saw you again..damn, so inspired. In my heart, I thought, I no longer sought, for you to have a place. Until again we were face to face. The type of face..
From the very moment I met you, the mere thought of you could inspire me. Knew one day I might find myself a slave to love, I didn't know who the buyer would be. Found myself so ready to put in that work, hoping you would hire me.
Me and my girl were recently having a conversation, that broadened perspectives and led to revelations. Trying to define relational lines, while avoiding proverbial landmines. I always tell her that to me she's like the sands of time, timeless.
There will be times when things between us might not feel so sweet. Those moments we look back on, wishing we could press delete. I might find myself tripping, when I only meant to sweep you off of your feet.
I'm not going to try to tell you you're not broken, but I'd like to be the one who kisses every wound that's open. And I know The Potter with the warmest hands who can put you back, together, better than ever, before. As so much more.
When I look around and see
Death and destruction following,
It's then, I wonder what's the beef?
We're all the same inside.
Brown, black, yellow, and white
are colors that tend to identify,
Red is love.
It is the blazing sky from the setting sun.
Red is the coldest color.
Strands of technicolor hues are
strewn through the void of morality.
Every color ever created lays
upon the pitiless ground in static strips
unorganized and overwhelming.
The wind blows.
The night loomed over the park. The cold nipped at us.
We held hands through the scattered blackness
and I wasn't even afraid of the dark.
Red Blue Orange Green White Purple bulbs everywhere,
Red is fear,
Flashing through your eyes as it grows near.
Orange is enthusiasm,
Delightfully returning the witts of sarcasm .
Yellow is happiness,
The colors of the wind
in the sky,
listening as your life goes
by
to the gulls in the air
to the people who care.
Purple is soothing
like the waves of music.
I love the color periwinkle and I love the smell of rain. I love the touch of skin to skin, I love cats. I love fuzzy socks and onesies and I love crazy lip colors.
Who am I
They always ask
Who are you?
Who are you?
How am I supposed to know?
I've spent my life as a mirror
Reflecting what everyone wants to see
Wants me to be
I've always loved the color red
It can be so intense
How one simple color can mean so many things
I've fucked with red as my lingerie
That was a good night
I've painted my nails red
Dear Red,
I see the madness in your eyes,
The insanity, the love.
It’s a not matter of the chicken or the egg,
But what came first?
Dolphin Gray -
The color of my favorite
Crayola Crayon
At six years old
slightly blue-tinted gray catching my eye
The little candle burns its wick,With fiery whisper drops a drip,A passion only seen from near,A slowly shrinking, darting tip.
my pencils are dull.
not because they aren’t tended to,
not because they’re like the overused pencils
in a kindergarten class.
my pencils, they have no sharpener.
Sweet and delicate
Leaving a stain on the earth
As I awaken
Following it's glow
As my eyes decipher its beauty
Getting a warm and cool aura
Red is a color with a lot to offer
Red is a temper that burns like a wildfire
Rage,
Jealousy,
Frustration
But Red smells like roses,
Tastes like strawberries,
And feels like infatuation
My hands are coated in
CHARCOAL
The burn I got from
baking with my best friend is
RED
All that I can see is the image
of WHITE created from
the smashing and crashing of
endless BLUE.
His words are golden.
He speaks with purpose,
Encouraging and challenging me in one breath.
He gives me the words of affirmation my being thrives on.
When I burn out, his words bring light.
There isn’t just one shade of love
Many shades of love aren’t one color only
Love is a kaleidoscope of shades
Not just one solid color or form
Red is usually associated with healthy love
Lights pulsating wildly
Floor vibrating violently through feet
Chiffon and tulle swirling in brilliant pinwheels of color,
Green
Blue
Red
I look into his eyes and
See a fantasy world.
Filled with unique colors...
Colors not yet identified.
Shy sparks of blue
Hide beneath his smile.
They light up the sky
The color red is love, and passion.
But scarlet is razors and violent outbursts.
Maroon reminds me of my favorite sweatshirt
and the hair color of a boy I pursued in 6th grade.
Bright
Sunny
Clean
Runny
It can be blinding, or it can be mellow.
The sun’s blissful, golden, daisy flower yellow.
After you
I see the color blue
so differently
It's a calm ocean,
a startling tide
Swaying gently
I can't be here
with you. Can't
be here without
Because I love you,
I see things through a new filter.
Colors are brighter, the air seems sweeter,
and every touch feels like satin against my skin.
Because I love you,
Love feels tangible.
I cried tears of color
I cried tears of blue
I cried tears of red;
and the color ran through
I cried tears of color
each a different hue
I cried tears of dread
as my mind thought of you.
The music won’t stop dancing inside my head.Arrays of jade.Violet.Azure.Onyx and cream.Colors and tastes.Fresh mint.Vanilla icecream.Sharp citrus.Soft cheddar.It lifts and tilts.
Red is the color of roses
Blue is the color of waves
Peach is the color of noses
Black is the color of caves
White is the color of snow
Green is the color of trees
Orange is the color of glow
50 Shades of not just Grey By: Vivian Ngo
There’s only 6 colorson the spectrum.Red, Orange, Yellow,Green, Blue, and Purple.That’s how I was taught.
A year is colors is something that can blur around you
It starts off in the cold winter months, with blues and grays, and whites
before it moves to the dusty brown and pale greens of spring
This pen is a sword
the paper it's victim
though not through words
do you find that its poison
but rather through lines:
bent and shaped as they are
they capture your mind
Colors
Colors are bright
Colors are dark
Colors are the start to a new art
Colors begin a day so looming and stark
yesterday
i realized i am better now
and i was proud for the first time
since april
today
What once began as a thought
flourished as the words were wrought
like cascading raindrops
falling from a single spot
The words my hand created
told a story that was dictated
I was black, a soul that was tampered with
by the past, reminiscing in what could have been.
A book whose story has been written and rewritten
repeatedly. I was black, weak and lacking confidence.
Mom lights a candle
A diya, a lamp
I have to choose
Red or blue
Voices of reason
Larger, louder
Cotton candy skies surround my brown eyes
I can't miss a thing so I try not blink
The beauty stuns me
The colors of a sunset are so jaw dropping, it's almost criminal
My eyes never wish to look away during such times
What can I compare these thoughts to?
A bluish, grayish, blackish hue.
For when I am happy,
they seem to blend,
But an artist would know,
black is the end.
The darkness usurps any white I recieve,
Recently, applying for scholarships have become a blur.
The number one question I get is
What are you personal and educational goals?
To me, stating my personal and educations goals seperately
When assigning colors to things, I think that:
Logic is black against white and white against black.
I get out of bed every morning
because if I were to lie still
then who would there be
to paint all the colors I see in my dreams?
If I were to lie still
then my world would never be any brighter
"It's a disguisting color!"
Well, mam, I beg your pardon.
But that color I just mentioned-
Happens to be my favorite.
"It keeps you awake."
Can't deny that one,
But that's the fun,
I still see the same faces everyday, but something has changed in yours.
Maybe I'm watching too closely for some sign of you missing me.
Colors. Fears. Doubts.
Painting the canvas of reality
With obscure shadows,
Scavenging through heaps of
Meaninglessness
To catch a glimpse of
My mind explodes with hatred. I was only told of the awful memories. I was only told of the abuse. My mom wanted to protect me from the bad. I was forced into a game of hide and seek except there was no one looking for me.
Your leafless soul
It clings to me as
Ivy might grace
A burdened home.
Entwined, we are,
In mossy grandeur
That shelters those
Who seek solace
In emerald canopies.
I see youI see your strength and your charm.And that smile that makes daylight jealous.I see the outlet of your frustrations in the valleys of your triceps.I've memorized the divots in your lips as they approach mine.I hope this is how I will reme
I walk to
somewhere
on this grey day
within my life of shrewd colors
grey
In the grey
clouds above
I spot a flash
of light
All the colors
Piling up
Red as rage
Green's revenge
A full cup
Of blood
Hatred dripping
Then some light blue
Skinny dipping
Naked heart
Drowns in love
Appears again
Colors so happy
Floating together at times clasping hands
Changing colors as if to blush
Dancing and swirling in, out, and around
Mounds of fabric, bands and clamps
Create the music for the Tie Die dance.
Red.
Redder than your flushed cheeks.
Redder than the blood that pulsed through your veins.
Red.
Red.
Redder than your used lips.
Redder than the marks that were scattered across your neck.
The waking world
I’ve realized
Is limited
And can’t surprise
The busy, buzzing
Mind inside
In the night sky
The star’s twinkle
To the rhythm of my heart
The man in the moon
Sings me to sleep
With the sweetest melody
Made of light and convex beams
Colors dance in the daylight
I was blank.
A colorless existence with nothing more than a mere outline to hold my soul steady,
An outline child only a mother could love.
I was the grey cloud that floated behind every rainbow,
It is
The touch of her palms on
A beating heart
Toying with the
Malleable tissue
Of a passionate soul.
It is
Majority of the world is seen in black and white.You look around and see the same consistent colors everywhere, everyday.The one that simultaniously takes my breath away and give me life is the one that comes at the end of every day.
Sky glows sapphire, azure, marshmallow white
and dazzling sun shines yellow, orange, orange yellow bright.
Everything around me seems sure of color, except for myself.
I am an empty, colorless shell.
You don't know the meaning of the colors you wear.
You put them on to follow, so that everyone stares.
You emit no emotion towards that color.
No thought of it even crosses your mind.
It is not to hide, or flourish.
The sun splahes the sky with a runny orange-purple haze
that bathes the land in shiny gleaming evening
The light dribbles into my mouth and lines my insides with warmth
Sakura, color me pink,
Sakura, color me white.
Above all colors, don't hold red.
A delicate figure among the snow,
Such jealousy and respect cannot compare
Your Wisdom and you Pride.
the world is full of color
its flashing all around
one right after another
always and never found
some are friendly and warm
My mind
My world
is a blank canvas
the colors around me
are gray
even with the help of
that sunshine ray
The wind was there, the stars were falling.
The clouds moved in, the moon danced.
Earth was heaven for just that night.
The times at home were left behind, I was feeling happy.
Parents, don't care.
He looked at her
in beautiful colors
vibrant and passionate ones
he saw
her firey red temper
and he still found her beautiful
because it was no color of red he'd ever seen
he saw
Began
all with something
something White
as White as
Milk would be
and as an Angel
would look
Blue as Sky
Blue as Sea
igniting Waters
bringing Rains
to Rain
You run with the moon to escape from the sun
But where are you going, what are you running from?
Is it truly the sun or the promises it holds?
The illuminating rays, the gleaming gold
As we drift west 'neath cotton wisps and buttes,
Cerulean and pearly white combine
To mock at spinach-green and call it mute,
And point it to the highway's yellow line.
Leaves, wind, frost, air,
Red, orange, brown, gold;
Frost, air, wind, leaves,
Crsip, crunch, light, cold.
Smoke, gloves, stars, school,
Warm, sweet, bright, small;
I am sky blue:
The enticingly flaky polish that
My restless nails mutilated
In an anxious fit of obligation.
I have a million thoughts running through my head and it seems that none of them have a clear answer for me.
Pink by nature, where everything blooms
The sun glistening in my hair as I walk towards you
The light in your eyes reels me in a little more
The dance in my step, fills my body up warm
Some days, I am ashen-
I drag my way around,
And I will not look you in the eye.
I have no energy to do the smallest things,
And I will slump into the wall when someone gets near.
Violet is her. Violet is the erratic beating of your love-sick heart. Violet is your mind un focusing as it wanders aimlessly towards thoughts of her. Violet is the knowing smile she gives you as you approach her shyly.
Indigo is a darkness, insurmountable. Indigo is trying to love what you loved not a month ago, but the feeling isn't there. Indigo is trying to summon the will to care, but you can't.
Blue is a stillness with which you are familiar. Blue is the cold wind, quietly reminding you of the weather. Blue is the sound of the snow falling all around you so quiet that you could easily forget it yet so loud you want to keep listening.
Green is the sound he makes when you spin him around high in the air. Green is the trees he climbs on. Green is the grass when he rolls down the hill. Green is when he asks you to join him. Green is when you say yes.
Yellow is using her for a pillow. Yellow is when she runs her hands though your hair. Yellow is the color of the flowers that surround the two of you. Yellow is the sound of the wind whistling through the empty field you find yourself in.
I fell in love with your laurel green eyes and how they turned the colour of staw when the sun would kiss your pale cream ski
TO BE VAIN:
How hard is it to understand one’s true intentions?
Faced with different interpretations, what is sky blue may be turquoise or teal.
Color me blind and show me the world
You want the money the cars and the girls
But I want the rage that comes with the passion
The infinity that comes from the intimacy
As we create sweet symphony
Torn Between two, One black and the other white.
Yet dull, gloomy and often unnoticed.
Dismal, and outcaste are likely to be,
is exactly the reason you are for me.
To many its a sad and true emptiness,
Your eyes used to be so bright
They looked straight forward
Unnerving but more alive than all those around you,
They used to look so colorful and awake
What changed you?
Was it the people?
A chill runs down my spine
But I do not feel cold.
A slap across the face
With no pain.
Black and blue covering a once perfect skin
And I see nothing.
I have an innovative mind
One with many characters and personalities
My friends are imaginary, a figment of my dreams
They come alive as I write on the pages inside a blank notebook of my alter worlds.
Calm.
Dangling of my fingers over the edge of a boat, gently caressing in and out of the still water.
Blue.
Grey pale mountain peaks, hazy off in the distance.
Warm.
This drapery consists of a mask that rests
Itself on the surface of my face
But conceals my inner core.
My story is composed of a chemical
Concoction that portrays my background
A luminous light shoots into the air,
As a 'Boom' rips through the sound barrier,
An explosion occurs,
Beautiful patterns are embedded into the night sky. For a short while.
Everyday people are dying. Everyday people are lying. Just stop trying to win this race. Just make the world a better place.
Oh please,
Pay no attention to me.
I'll just sit back here,
All quiet-like,
And continue to pull all the strings.
The world's a complicated place,
And Mama didn't raise a fool,
Blind Ambition
Keeps me wishin'
I had someone like You
Orange burst
of passion
Purple mist
Yellow, Pink, Gold
I see the colors with stories left untold
The vibrancy of the blue sky
The pop of freshly cut green grass
The oranges and the purples and the reds
Trembling they rise
Immersed in my grief
Ferrying my troubles with them
Dancing they fall
Catching the light
Diving down my cheek
Eyes bleed my miseries
Wrist bleeds my soul
Through the trees shone
A burnt orange light
The sun sinking low
As the moon took its post.
Friends huddled around
A fading orange glow
The last of the coals
As the cold held us close.
subtle, subtle, subtle,
the only word that helps.
because last year was only four hours ago
and four hours ago is only a decade away from now
and all I can imagine is two decades ahead
A dark, dreary night
Sitting here, waiting for warmth
Tears roll down my face
The cool, breezy air
Spring has finally arrived
New plants emerging
The joy spreads throughout
Imagine a world with no color
How dull our lives will be
Every moment the sky gray
That’s not the way
Our dreams won’t be dreams
We will wake up with screams
Because a world with no color
Dreaming of life so far away,
In the future unknown,
Flying colors appear everywhere,
Seeming to tease me into following destiny.
Where shall I go I ask?
Flying colors tease me each day,
Bright yellow first
Daffodils on the longest summer day
In the perfect sunny afternoon
Lemons bought from the local grocer
Pale moon, pale stars,
merry twinkle, somber skies,
quiet as darkness feels to the eyes,
white and cold as marble hearts.
White as wedding's binding vow,
till death do we part...
If someone ever comes to up me
With a bag of Skittles and candy in their mouth,
With the lame pick-up line:
The color you feel when the sun grazes your face
The color you feel when your mother kisses you on the cheek
The color you felt when your father left you
The color you felt when your uncle wrapped his arms around you
My name is green
Just the letters and sound
It's full and green and heavy
Not at all like me.
I feel like red
Just like passion and drums
I'm red with shame and pride
Green is the color of envy
Red is the color of love
Blue is the color of freedom
While yellow is the color of fun
Black is an evil color
White is always good
Grey is the color in between
Amethyst is the color of the sky before it turns black
It is stuck between lavender and purple,
Black and blue colorsof the dark huesof the night sky.Twinkling, glittering starssprayed all around the skylike art on canvas.Blurry reflectionon the river water of amagnificent moon.
The rain dropsnot from the clouds,but from the Heavens above.They drip from the treetopsand drop from each branchand nestle into leaves,glisten on webs woven tight fromspiders at night,
I am bright and sunny yellow,
full of happiness and cheer.
And everywhere I go
I try to brighten the room.
With a big smile and happy eyes,
there is a bounce in my step.
I am quick to laugh and sing,
Oh how true that I am feeling blue without you
But no matter how much I red into it I am dead without you in it
And I know I’ve been mean I know I’ve been green
But paint me purple for being slow as a turtle
The light blurs out any sensation you sense
Your clothes are stained, but you wait in suspense
The picture frame is tilted agains the wall
It never bothered me, for imperfetion is beauty after all
Yellow is associated with happinessBut I associate it with greedToo much money and not enough loveIs something no one needs
She sips her water wondering
Wondering what wonders life will bring
Waiting for the day
She'll find the courage she needs to say
End the violence end the pain
As he swings she screams the name in vain
Black runs like the river
Mixing with the fallen red already on the ground
Swirling, eerily, on the black pavement
Clear drops fall,
Some the pure of rain,
Others heavy & laden with salt
Smooth prince
with a royal smile.
That snob that makes
it all worthwile,
Sitting in his lonely throne,
dreaming purple dreams
with hints of other colors.
for he is the love child of
Black.
Her eye, because
She was wrong
Again.
It was her own fault,
As always.
Beige.
A brush full of concealer
Hiding a secret
Nobody will learn.
Red.
Don’t be sad,
But don’t deny that you are
If I could hear the color blue, you'd sound just like it.
I don’t know how to help you but,
I can help you recompose your sound..
Time flies by and it’s still the same,So many victims and everyone’s to blame.
Red, white, blue, yellow, gold, and black;A melting pot of colors and it’s ready to crack.
Common as a cold,It’s careless and bold.
A break in the norm
Traditions broken
Patterns erased
Different, unexpected, new, life
Up or down, left or right, they are no longer options
This a new beginning, a new time
What a beautiful color, red, she said
And smashed it down with her hand
Orange is pleasant as well, I can tell!
And crushed it according to plan.
Green, so keen, a fervent shade
You're here.
I can hear you.
Why are you here? What is your purpose?
"Their arms would look beautiful in dried blood on the floor of your bedroom"
You're here.
I can hear you.
You were like a painting I couldn’t finishA mural in my mind, how I planned to love youYou were my canvas,Each day you made me smile,A streak of golden yellow I’d paintEach day I woke up thinking of you,
Look how the clouds swirl in the sky.
A beautiful mess of orange, red, and pink.
They melt with the sun,
Leaving a bittersweet tint behind.
Most days I’m a bashful pink.
Blushing and shy.
Constantly hidden.
Then I become a ruthless sea green.
Words swirl inside my head like pillars of light,
I grasp onto the strands and wait:
I wait for them to makes sense,
Incoherent buzzes of truth are all I have.
Why I write seems such a complex question to pose,
With so many shimmering answers to reply with that shout for attention,
In my soul.
The pregnant skies bore
A shower of tears,
Hoping the sun would soon
Return to brighten her spirits.
No one else
Can see what I see
It's beautiful
And it's terrifying
These colors
Dance to the rhythm
Of your heartbeat
Rainbows of emotion
No one else
Can see what I see
It's beautiful
And it's terrifying
These colors
Dance to the rhythm
Of your heartbeat
Rainbows of emotion
Brilliant purples, pinks, and blues
Blend in such amazing hues,
My breath is taken out from me
And as I stop to gaze, I see
A stallion toss his wispy mane
Then race away, ne'er seen again.
Down on my luck
Out of my mind
What's going on?
I've lost track of time.
Where do I go?
Why can't you stay?
It doesn't make sense
these words that you say.
What's this I hear?
Staring at a wall is like a painter with a blank canvas
You don't know what to make
To create
What is your inspiration?
Grab that bottle of red paint and throw away your paintbrush
Red is the blood, that indicates grace,
rushes to the head, with blushes on the face.
Orange is the sun, forever there to shine,
enlightens everything while ignoring time.
Yellow is a buttercup, so bright and true,
Charlotte's red and gusty breeze
Wiping down the laney square.
Thrashing greens and yellows
bare.
Waiting, watching, calls me there.
Back when I was a ballerina
I turned and twirled
With leotards and pink tutus.
I sautéed.
I plied.
I turned and went the wrong way on stage
And provided plenty of laughs for my family.
World to you, may I see white and blue. With cross and ties I can stimulate the everglory of reality. Wither and I will wither on you. It won't feel the same as the next made song.
Is a picture a picture if it's all just white?
It’s just a blank canvas, that isn't right,
Just sitting there, alone, without any life,
And it sure ain't worth no pretty price.
Birds have beautiful colors.
Their feathers of red and blue and golden yellow
ruffle together against the sky.
I love when our eyes collide,
and the time afterward when the awkwardness subsides,
I gaze into the blaze of your iris
Inside, where truth lies
Red for the battles and blood that was lostOrange for the sunsets spent counting the costYellow for sunrise and starting anewGreen for the grass that is stained red with dew
Music thearapy for my body and soul
More room for the new, sayonara to the old
Same me, but wiser and bold
often portrayed as heartless and cold
my emotions are opposite of Django, chained and controlled
I’ve daydreamed myself invisible.
Lost in the blur of faces, names, laughter, colors.
The school hallways are Tetris, and I’m a piece trying to fit before I am crowded out.
Crowds.
I’ve daydreamed myself invisible.
Lost in the blur of faces, names, laughter, colors.
The school hallways are Tetris, and I’m a piece trying to fit before I am crowded out.
Crowds.
We all have door with a lock but no key
We all have our secrets, our past, our deeds
We've seen the ups and we've seen the downs
We've seen our loved ones placed in the ground
We've been scared and scarred
