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Oct 2014
Red stimulates my world
More than just my pants
The sound of its music
Makes me crazed and dangerous
I can hear it scream my name
My heart becomes suicidal
Do I say what l feel
No feelings are for the doc
I anit got time for this
No I would  rather watch golf

Suddenly blue enters the picture
Consuming my whole
Knocking on my door
I run to answer it
It takes me in its arms
Gives me a good night
Turns around and ***** on my face
Tells me I’m pretty
And then lives me to die

Yellow passes by and shows me a good time
Gives me what I wanted
In exchange for its heart
I know I should care
But I care for it like ****** cares for Jews
I crushed it
But it feel good beneath my heel
Especially when Blue reared its handsome head

Green came in my hour of need
Blue broke my heart and left me barren
In the lights of the city
Green nursed me back to health
Illumining what was dead within
Out of rage I found it
Put in pleasure I praised the moment
Green was gone never to be seen again

Purple was violent with my soul
Striping me of innocence
Leaving me wounded and bleeding
God condemned me there
Or at least his idea did
When I think of purple
Armies of rage erupt in fire

No matter the hue Blue will return
Courting me to ecstasy
Robbing me of pride
The cursing my name
Yet red doesn’t not do this
It brings me to euphoria
Blue fights for my body
Red longs for my heart
Hear I stand a stagnate white
Caught in the spectrum
That Colors my world
Alexander Everet Starchild
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