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My life is a
Rainbow.
Together, our parts
Create something
Amazing and
Beautiful.
There are times
When I'm
Red with
Anger,
Green with
Disgust,
Blue with
Sadness,
Yellow with
Happiness,
And shades
Of different
Colors.
Alone, they're just
Colors
... Emotions.
Together,
They create something
Amazing and
Beautiful.
Our beginnings are
Dark
With clouds and
Rain
But we emerge
Out of the
Darkness
And bring
Peace and
Happiness
To those around
Us.
My life is a
Rainbow
With
Pots of Gold
Waiting at the
End.
Sun
Sinking
Nearer To
Earth's Rosy
Cheek
It
Ushers
The Starlight
With A Tender
Kiss
Red
Begins
To Bleed From
Bruised Ledges Of
Sky
Flushed
Pigments
Beckon Night
From Its Hiding
Place
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I remember you saying
no one would ever love me,
but walking away from you
was the first step to
loving myself.

-k.w//important love
(20 minute poetry)


Destination procrastination,
Unplugged I shrug off daylight hours,
though barely half awake I'm more than sound asleep.

Talk's cheap but costs the earth for those
who silent since their birth can only sit and watch the world go by.

But chit chat's not all that for those unplugged,
another shrug
another hour
can't find the will
can't find the power,
procrastination,
one more stop off
one more roadside station.

Throwing all of this aside, I'll get to where I'm going
or beside some lonely power outlet
I'll let myself decide to do
something different
something new,
tomorrow.
 Dec 2015 stéphane noir
marcos
I've always wondered what drives the hate felt towards each other.
How man discovered love and then hate all in an instant.
I wonder what happened.
How we lost our way.
How we decided one color was more beautiful than another.
How we decided some beliefs were wrong and some were right when the only way of knowing was visiting the after life but that's just it.
We can't.
Yet we waste our lives away hating.
Instead of living.
From the time of Romeo and Juliet to the Bloods and the Crips.
From the Holocaust to the Middle East.
And it's still ongoing.
Generation after generation undergoing the aftermath of the previous and it's shrugged off in textbooks.
History.
I don't want to believe that as the conclusion, that there is no hope for a better ending.
Each and every person on this planet has a beating heart and working lungs.
We are all in this together.
There's not enough time to count the stars in the sky, or the fish in the sea, but there is enough time to love each other.
the tips of my fingers bleed
sore feet crack beneath me
there is no one holding on

iron trees
everything you love so dearly
the tips of my fingers bleed out

i am hurting
and there is no one holding on
 Dec 2015 stéphane noir
fdg
my favorite hellopoetry user no longer writes on here
i don't know if she writes at all anymore
i don't know if she's even alive

why do i still write on here
why do i write at all
why am i even alive
happy to be living, just not sure i'm really happy, but sometimes i am and when i'm not i want to be
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