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Scarlet Niamh Jan 2017
Your white words are giving me nothing
but the deepest teals and greens -
deeper than the oceans themselves.
The waters are awake, encompassing
the earth and drawing us in with the wayward
tides, which are unsynchronised and lost
from reality. All I see in those waves of promise,
chopping and churning with wild ferocity
in the dark winds of night-time,
comes from a simple word. All colour
is implanted in my mind, in my imagination,
from a simple image that you conveyed with a
single, colourless word.
~~ Everything will die, but the words I create will remain. ~~
Scarlet Niamh Jan 2017
I do not understand how they do it,
having so much thought that they invented
an entire universe of elements,
components and small fixtures of greater
workings. Those incredible, beautiful
scientists, with their steam-crimped hair and curious
eyes; the wonderfully inventive mathematicians
who ponder over all knowledge in order
to realise something new - that is what
true beauty is. Chemistry, physics, biology
and maths are their own art forms, and what they
seek to create is more beautiful than my
words and paintbrush can ever dream.
~~ May all of the jagged equations in the world flow together to create an artwork more beautiful than perception itself. ~~
Scarlet Niamh Jan 2017
The bite of your words in my ear, the touch
of your thoughts as they patter like specks of
rain on my skin, the feelings I have for
you, this undeniable and uncontrollable
attraction... they make my eyes glisten with
happiness and my stomach fill with nausea.
I cannot tell if this sickness that you
give me is just fear or if it is the
knowledge of an illusion that my heart
is presenting to everyone. Even to myself.
~~ You scare me because what if none of this is real at all? ~~
Scarlet Niamh Jan 2017
They say you are a rainbow, that you need
that lost beauty which cascades down in the
winter winds to reveal you. They say a
smattering of colour sprayed on the horizon,
which can be seen even on the clearest
of mornings, cannot be true, or have any
sense of clarity. They say that without
the rain, you would be dulled and colourless,
but I do not think you need the thunderous
awakening of the clouds to brighten my sky.
~~ For you, Grace. ~~
Scarlet Niamh Jan 2017
I am trying
but trying doesn't make
deep wounds heal any faster,

and you rubbing salt in them
does not helpĀ them to
hurt any less.
~~ From another time, where things seemed much worse without anything being that different. ~~
Scarlet Niamh Jan 2017
A balanced boy he was,
the equal of all neutrality,
yet she was enough to make him wild.
~~ Let me turn you to stone. ~~
Scarlet Niamh Jan 2017
So close yet so far, the magnetisation
of atoms is wrenching me halfway across
the world towards you. I can feel your air,
inches from mine, yet time flinches away
from me. I would wish for nothing more than
to be caught in your embrace of fire - two
years of wishing, and now as the days count down,
I wonder if your breath, your voice, your nature...
if it will be the way I always expected.
~~ You're half the world away, but at least I can remember the ocean of your eyes. ~~
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