Oversaturated
The colors you provide are somehow tainted
I can't take it
Huffing paint makes me feel amazing
Green makes me feel jaded
Even though im homeless i pray i dont make it just to pledge allegiance to satan
Red makes me blue
Seeing her go
Disappear into hues
It had to be her
But i'd rather it you
I gather myself into a corner and blame myself
New
Allegations of chasing tail just to get head
Moments spent worthless as pennies when i'd rather be dead

Thank you for seeing museums in me where i saw empty hallways.

I think I like museums so much
because they are just beautifully lit graveyards
and I like to feel
one with the dead.

If I were a color I would be red.
Not a pointless, dull, fierce red.
But a loving, passionate, triumphant red.

I would show my color through sweet strawberries,
juicy pomegranates and fresh cherries.

I would de the color of love that could demolish hearts
and **** the soul.
Or revive the spirit and have a romantic time.

I would be an indispensable color.
Without it, life would be boring.
I am red, and proud of it.

A moonlit dance beneathe constellations
      not Taurus or Gemini, Delphinus or Orion
                 but stars we named together
                   linking lines from star to star
       hands pointing in air so cold
a tear falls and
                           another
  leaving a roadmap on my cheeks
            that you
                            chase
                           ­            chase
                                                  chase
   ­         lifting the palm of your hand
                 so cold to the touch I shiver
            feeling the beauty of my tears
         that glisten like Venus in the midnight sky
             of this cold Parisian night
  you smile in jest and
     I misplace the space
  between you and I and that sky
  whispering "do you love me?"
    how could I resist the beauty of
                 our second to last kiss.

© Sia Jane

The fact that I'm enchanted by thought of you
makes me wonder whether it's caused by
some kind of escapism or simply fascination
in its most enchanting way.

(l.p)