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Bringing forth emotions never before described,
like that sixty-four pack of crayons
you just had to have.
(With the little sharpener on the back?)
So many colours that one word
won't fit-
Red
becomes dusty brick red.
Love
is that off-shade of pink you can never seem to find-
and pain
is the darkest crow-feather black and angel white.
Hope
is the little crayon nub at the bottom,
and pride
is every new crayon's first use
and every sharpening after that.
Life is the blank page
and what we feel, we create;
if only for ourselves at the end of the day.
The lessons learned won't be erased-
only admired,
and mistakes are to be expected.
like that sixty-four pack of crayons
you just had to have.
(With the little sharpener on the back?)
So many colours that one word
won't fit-
Red
becomes dusty brick red.
Love
is that off-shade of pink you can never seem to find-
and pain
is the darkest crow-feather black and angel white.
Hope
is the little crayon nub at the bottom,
and pride
is every new crayon's first use
and every sharpening after that.
Life is the blank page
and what we feel, we create;
if only for ourselves at the end of the day.
The lessons learned won't be erased-
only admired,
and mistakes are to be expected.
Literature
Day Dreamer
Cities rise
Cities fall
Empires crumble
with a blink of an eye.
The world is silenced
and suddenly is no more
as a new world is ushered in
the mind its ruler.
Come.
Look into these eyes.
Watch as this body though frozen
is alive and submerged in a sea of adrenalin.
Feel the heart beat...
faster...Faster !!
as it races with the heart
of the one in the vision.
This vision
This vision becomes the new reality.
A reality where everything is possible
and nothing impossible.
Can you see it?
Can you see what these eyes see?
Watch.
Watch as imagination gives birth to a world.
Can you feel it?
Can you feel the adrenalin pulsing through your vein
Literature
Pointillism.
with each and every point
i create a dis.joint.ed image
that cannot be deciphered when you look
carefully.
my thoughts are the same. you try again and
again
to decode my logic.
and you will not. full stop.
as each mem-o-ry grows
thinner my hands begin to s ha ke
and if i push down any harder my pen will break.
i've run out of red. i guess i'll use my blood instead
to make it personal to me.
copyright.
my conclusion begins when i take the black pen from
the pot,
and it will end with dot.
Literature
Just because I can feel (A Poem)
Just because I can feel,
Doesn't mean I feel the doom,
Doesn't mean I feel the pain,
And only feel the gloom
Just because I feel,
Doesn't mean I'm weak,
Doesn't mean I can't take,
A harsh critique
Just because I feel,
Doesn't mean I can't think,
Doesn't mean I'm not smart,
And my logic is on the brink
Just because I feel,
Doesn't mean I'm wrong,
Doesn't mean I'm irrelevant,
Doesn't mean I'm not strong
Just because I feel,
Doesn't make me insane,
Doesn't make me crazy,
Doesn't make my eyes rain
Just because I can feel,
I can write this
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A little something I wrote yesterday and am just now getting around to uploading during school. Oh, I'mma bad kid.
#31, "Colors", in my 100 Themes Challenge. You can click that link to view my progress c:
#31, "Colors", in my 100 Themes Challenge. You can click that link to view my progress c:
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Extended metaphors ftw <3