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 Dec 2018 OC
Philomena
Purple
 Dec 2018 OC
Philomena
It’s the color in a blossomed flower
It’s the touch of the softest silk
It’s the sight of the ripest fruit
It’s the taste of the sweetest vine
It’s the feeling of soft luxury

It’s the color of the bruises on my skin
It’s the touch of an unwanted hand
It’s the sight of a hazy night sky
It’s the taste of a bitter poison
It’s the feeling of entrapment

It’s the melancholy color purple that fills my sad dark world
 Dec 2018 OC
mikarae
colors of you
 Dec 2018 OC
mikarae
sing me your inspiration,
so that words may blossom
through the rings of the tree
in my paper.

gift me your passions,
so that pathways may carve
through inked rivers
and graphite daydreams.

paint me your love,
so that I may palette
your rainbow
and color my canvas

with my favorite colors of you.

the soft pink
of the inside of your lips,
and the offset grey
haloed through your eyelashes.

tiger lily freckles framed
by sweet peach
and wallflower blushes.

rainfall wrists
and dutch cocoa silk.

all my canvas needs
are the colors of you.
acrylic affirmations and watercolor whispers
 Dec 2018 OC
Shamai
Happy
 Dec 2018 OC
Shamai
Why
Can’t people
Find Happy
I mean
If life was supposed to be
All gloom and doom
Then maybe we should have
Been born in a box
Hidden away
To multiply
Our distress
Instead
We’re out there
Spouting our grief
Harboring our illnesses
And thinking
We own wisdom
When
Instead
All we need
Truly need
Is
Happy
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