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Artistry Jan 2019
I’ve created pathways in my mind that are filled by your voice.
Every road turns to you and no longer by my choice.
I can’t block you out
          you play on repeat.
  Nov 2018 Artistry
Alex B
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
Artistry Nov 2018
You delight in my sorrow
You smile at my tears
You love the control you have
Breaking me down year by year

What will future me have left
When I’ve been consumed by you
Swallowed down into your dungeon
Chained up to the wall
Beaten for my pleasures
Broken by withdrawl

Because my happiness is your pain
My smile makes you insane
You want me broken and blue
Because it easier for you
Artistry Sep 2018
The subtle art of not giving a ****
is lost on me.
My cups of ***** runneth over.

I will throw these ***** in the river
and let them float

Down the swift river of regret.
Just so tired of caring too much about everything.
Artistry Jul 2018
His hands. His fingers.
He is the painter
that paints a masterpiece upon my soul.
He is the conductor
that plays the tune of ecstasy.
He is the poet
that writes sonnets in my skin.
Dips the ink deep within.
Artistry Jun 2018
Gone but not forgotten
You’re always on my mind.
I think about you when I wake.
I think about you in my sleep.

I doubt you even know...
Your memory burns slow.

You’re still haunting me
It’s not fair what you do.
Driving me to madness  
No way to contact you.

Your voice a whisper in my soul.
Your face a black hole.
Still a ghost I’ll never see
...All you’ll ever be.

And it hurts because I’ll never know.

Back to ghost status again
Living in my mind, my friend.
Artistry May 2018
Happily embarrassed as they say
Happy to be near your aura
even if I’m in the way.

You radiate a mellow confidence
Sure of the world and your presence.

Your voice a quiet baratone
that reminds me of soft blankets
and long walks home.

Turn my shallow breathing to hyperventilation.  
Turn my cold heart away from
Make me become the completion of you.
The Bonnie to your Clyde
The Benny to your Joon.
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