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  Nov 2018 earthling
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
  Oct 2018 earthling
Pablo Picasso
i have a face cut from ice
a heart pierced in a thousand places
so to remember
always the same voice
the same gestures
and my laughter
as a wall
between you and me

the ones who are most alive
seem the most still

behind the milky way
a shadow dances

our gaze climbs toward the stars
earthling Sep 2018
the faint smell of rain
and the remnants in my coffee cup
from hours of early morning
wake me from my sleep
and as i lay in the space
between dreaming and consciousness
i breathe in the scent again
in hopes that it would take me back
to a similar time in the past
when i was closer to home.
earthling Sep 2018
I talk to the moon about
the lovely things you say
Yes, I talk to her
almost everyday

Her light shines through my eyes
Into my heart and reveal
An ocean of love and dreams
Of fears and tears from my cries

Alone, I talk to the moon as if I’m talking to you
I tell the stars to guide me
I ask the clouds to fly me up
And let my love soar and be carried
By a gentle breeze

Because the moon and I,
We get along
We whisper about your loveliness
And sing a merry song

And the moon and I,
Are just like you and I,
I admire you
But you will never know that I do.
earthling Sep 2018
perhaps we start to realize
that we cannot keep floating.
our feet were always stuck
to the earth, where we belong

but we do not notice
until gravity defeats us,
when even our shoulders and backs
are pulled to the ground.
earthling Sep 2018
here talking with you
hoping our distance is our own
special place
while I am one of a thousand
that you talk to
in one instant,
while i wait for your "instant"
for a thousand hours.
a poem that I wrote about an old crush.

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