Someone stole my color
And threw it to the wind
Scattered like ashes
I don’t know if I’ll ever find it
Someone stole my color
From the face I know so well
I saw it in the cotton candy clouds
And the teal ocean swell
Someone stole my color
I guess that’s where it went
The world looks so much brighter
Like something heaven-sent
Someone stole my color
And that’s what no one knows
Depression isn’t black
It’s the color of a rose
It’s the light orange in a sunset
And the yellow of a peach
Light blue, my favorite color
So simply out of reach
Purple like my favorite eyeshadow
No, lavender, I’d guess you’d say
And my favorite music artist
Although he has passed away
Someone stole my color
Now everything’s too bright
I suppose sometimes darkness
Isn’t the opposite of light
Someone stole my color
So I’ll wear grey and black
As if in mourning
Until I get it back
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 8:14 AM UTC
- Qui aimes-tu le mieux, homme énigmatique, dis ?
Ton père, ta mère, ta soeur ou ton frère ?
- Je n'ai ni père, ni mère, ni soeur, ni frère.
- Tes amis ?
- Vous vous servez là d'une parole dont le sens m'est
resté jusqu'à ce jour inconnu.
- Ta patrie ?
- J'ignore sous quelle latitude elle est située.
- La beauté ?
- Je l'aimerais volontiers, déesse et immortelle.
- L'or ?
- Je le hais comme vous haïssez Dieu.
- Eh ! qu'aimes-tu donc, extraordinaire étranger ?
- J'aime les nuages... les nuages qui passent... là-bas...
là-bas... les merveilleux nuages !
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 2:12 AM UTC
Do not weep for me,
For I no longer weep
In anticipation of you.
Long gone are the days that
I stooped to conquer, or
Be conquered by you.
I would come.
We would see.
You would conquer.
So do not weep for me,
As I won't weep for you.
You've never weeped for me,
So I will stop so for you.
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 1:36 AM UTC
i can't tell what i want from myself
if i want anything at all
if im wasting time
making my skin crawl
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC
Seasons feel the same
So do sun and rain i'd
Really like to stay and chat but
I think i should abstain
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC
The waitress shuffles from table to table like a reluctant time traveller.
A crumpled napkin.
Straws.
A name badge with a coffee stain.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC
My demons howling at the door,
are desperate to get inside.
I debate for but a moment,
and then fling it open wide.
Better to brace myself for impact,
than to run and try to hide...
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 12:54 PM UTC