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 Jun 2015 bCL Photography
brooke
I saw myself bursting
with light in a town so
small, and in that moment
i wanted to photograph my
soul.
(c) Brooke Otto 2013
People take the world as they see it themselves
some see black
some see white
many see grey
as for me?
I see it for what it is....technicolored.

                                                                ­                                  Life is far to wonderful and bright too see it as simple black
                                       it is too deep and mysterious to be only white
it is too exciting and amazing to be described as grey
There's a reason that there is color present everywhere.
If the world were colorless, so life would be.
                                                             ­                                      But the autumn leaves are crimson and gold and apricot
The halls in which we walk are of light saphron and amber
                                                       The city streets in which we trod are spurted with shades of periwinkle and magenta
The meadows through which we stroll have flowers of violet and buds of rose
                                                        The trees with which we have our yuletide celebration are the solemn green
  Life is as we see it
dont be strapped down to bland colors like
                                         grey                     white                              black
Life is color
Furious Scarlet
                            Dejected Sapphire
                                                        ­         Joyful Fuscia
                                                          ­                                    Envious Sage
                                                            ­                                                                 ­       Playful Yellow
Even as you look in the mirror, colors are shown to you.
I see
eyes of chocolate
                                    cheeks of mauve
                                                           ­              teeth of pearl  
                                                         ­                                                 lips of ruby
                                                            ­                                                                 ­              skin of gold
Even my soul is multicolored in all its numerous facets

                                                       Dont let yourself be barred into the cell of neutrality

                                                                ­                                   See life for the rainbow that it truly is.
Dust and rubble settle at my feet,
A chaotic collapse
Inside myself that I could never
Have imagined,
The foundations are shaken,
The cracks began to show,
And piece by piece
It all spectacularly fell apart,
Nothing to hold on to,
Nothing to steady myself with
As it all crashed and burned,
Leaving me surrounded by the ruins
Of an Empire that took years to build
And seconds to destroy.
Heartbeats and concrete,
Skyscrapers and commuters,
Dreams and believers.
~~~

we hold our lovers
in our hearts like a cage
in our bones like a vessel
in our pockets like change

in our bellies like banquets
in our brains like a ***
in our ears like sweet music
they live in our thoughts

in our eyes they sparkle
their perfume beguiles
in shoes we walk in them
throughout the miles

like candy we hold them
within our mouths
our lips hold love in
as they pucker and pout

but in our poems
ink flows from pen
we let lovers out

again and again!



soulsurvivor
Isn't it the TRUTH!

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