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elisha-malisha
elisha-malisha
American
I am purple. Rich and deep, the muse of kings I am the blending of peace and passion, The juice of black grapes stomped upon in summer The shade of mangostein, the sweetest fruit of creation. My banner is freedom and pride, inspiring the rainbow. Purple in my past, purple in my future Royalty, richness, thick and sweet. Purple Hear me roar!
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Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
I am Purple
The clouds, scattered and dashed by magnificent glowing orange more vivid than the pain of love. The towering oaks, like black lace against a fiery distance more intricate than human hands could weave. My heart, inspired, stilled, and heavy more longing than ever before. If I could only follow this setting peace, to grasp, and hold, this ever fading brilliance, to bask in this ever sinking glory. But... this is the draw. only but a moment of glory, only but a taste of heavenly glow. This... is dispair. slowly, yet surely, watching heaven fade, afraid to look away lest the beauty be wasted. But is also hope. Hope of the glory that will slowly, yet surely return. Sometime it will cease to sink. Oneday the color will only intensify, never fade. Until then... we continue to long, savoring in pain, from taste to taste.
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 2:23 AM UTC
From Taste to Taste
When I think of us. I see two little boys, giddy with joy, Staring across the room too careful to be caught Lest that consecrated secret be shared. When I think of us. I see eyes and I see lips. I feel a bustling cluster of hands Hot with relief. When I think of us. I see your heart drop, like Autumn leaves When you see the truth lingering in my eyes I consider closing them, hesitating. When I think of us. I hear the howls of pain, The long nights of chaos. I hear the silent anger turning inward. When I think of us My heart leaps and swells with pride Dreams carry me away Then the censor tightens, jarring my heart kite I tumble down, holding you tight. Sometimes you coax me out of my fear, But you shouldn’t have to. We both know that. We both know a lot of things. But when I think of us. I am happy, where I belong, my home.
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 1:48 AM UTC
When I Think of Us