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  Nov 2018 Kore
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
Kore Nov 2018
in my family
I Love You
is silent

a hand over
yours
a meal made
with you in mind
exchange of
laughter

the
I Love You
is seen not spoken
dumping some poetry i've been writing in class
Kore Nov 2018
if i hear
one more
white-pink
no-chin
speak the word

                          I n d i a n

I will
scalp
                         Them
"I'm only saying it because that's what the text says" my ***
Kore Nov 2018
if a person is a place
can you return
to them, yourself, each other

( from where )


if we renew ourselves
are we meeting again
is our memory gone?

( from when )


are you returning
or are you coming
for the first time


( to here? )

if this is new,
is this new?
is it an antecedent to our anecdote?
back at it again with those emotional poems
Kore Oct 2018
there is no bite in the California air
only a kiss
a brush of cool breeze to a temple
here and there
Kore Oct 2018
i reach
for you
into
empty space
inside
of me

beside
me

where we
used to
talk
laugh
tease
only empty

echoing, cold
space
inside me
Kore Oct 2018
i gave you my heart
more times than i can
count

each time you looked
at it, in your
hand

you didn't understand
or care what you
had
i'll edit this later, i'm too sad to do it right now.
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