Angie S 21h

A shell on the beach
shines with brilliance against the sand
it holds all the colors of the world
in every beautiful band on its surface
and inside, it echoes the rolling ocean
whose song its always lived beside

But the rain batters the innocent coast
and cruel winds scramble its peace,
boasting its power over that
brilliant little shell

Its surface dulls in the storm
and its smooth colorful form becomes distorted with cracks
all its hues, it wishes were subdued
it wishes it could hide under the cold sand forever
and inside,
the ocean is still
frighteningly,
achingly,
despairingly,
deadly
still.

i wrote this one in music theory today! i probably should have been focusing on the lecture but for poetry it's excusable.

the shell on the beach has stories that you cannot hear,
no matter how closely you listen

I think I may get it

Why we remember our favorite memories
In vivid shades of colors we dream

How someone may think of the great green grass the day they met love

The ruby red lipstick of their mother who was sent above

The soft silver hues of a rainy day when they were young

A overbearing blue from a stained glass window depicting a guardian that, once, they were sure of

Even if I dont, i'd still like to understand.

The way the heat of a raging orange sun feels to someone else

How this black shadow would cast on someone else

What my dirt brown eyes convey to someone else

Does this bleeding pink heart feel for someone else?

In the distance
a breeze is blowing
to the flowers
pale and glowing.
She clutches each one
close to her beating heart.
Lovely lilacs they are.
Lovely to the color chart.
She glazes afar
with a thought of bliss to share.
As she carries these pale flowers
with tender love and care.

e 7d

if I hadn't been born
in February,
then perhaps the first color
I'd have seen would've been
green
(we have a hell of a lot of parks)
instead, all was white.
but I must correct myself
before the pro & upcoming artist hordes
all jump on my ass:
"white is NOT a real color!
you don't know anything!"
that's about all the colors
we have in this city:
green, white
and not to forget
gray.
you're right folks, I don't know much,
but if I say the latter are colors,
then they are.
ok?

9-3-17, 22:50
John Emil Sep 11

Bahagharing makulay
Sapat pangkulay ng aking buhay
Pagkatapos ng mahabang lumbay
Nahatid ng patak ng paghihiwalay

Simbolo ng bagong paglalakbay
Nasana sa dulo ay magtagumpay
Upang lungkot ay maibsan ng tunay
Dahil ang buhay ay puno ng kulay

silicon kids.
with their plastic smiles and rubber souls,
they walk,
overdosing on oxygen and melting at the night sky.

silicon kids.
caged up hearts and metal minds,
lips full of fibs and fingertips full of light,
they escape.

silicon kids.
their fire eyes and typewriter feet,
cloudy chests masking emotion,
they hide.

His smile shone A bright red.
Not the red of rose, or hues of alarms,
But with the crimson of rosy cheeks and the warmth that starts in your chest and simmers to the surface.
His gaze portrayed a calming gold.
The gold sewn into garments with delicate hands and the most subtle craftsmanship.
A gold, that reflected in flecks that peppered his eyes.
A gold that spoke words of eloquence.
He gave off colors that I had never seen before.
Not in paintings,
Or in the boldest of landscapes.
My color blindness had brought me to see him in a way that creates new vision.
Vision of person.
Vision of life.
Vision of true beauty.

sage Sep 6

The dust and sand lies still on my surface, 
from the millions of impacts and punches my body has suffered, 
are different than the dust and ash of yours 
From all the elements that storm and whirl through you 
Mine that is bleached from flares and light,
and yours, 
filled with every color you've felt

there are voids to fill with all of the wrong things
and you are to my brim
spilling over
everywhere you should never have been

eyes...forgetful
touch...lifeless
colors...dull
blue has never looked so grey
and i've never hated the sound of my name
until now

i don't need nights with you to
feel
alive.

Corey Sep 4

Eyes that defy color
and always reset to the same gaze
Lips soft as silk
and a shade warmer than the sun

What moves me most is not your features,
but the depths of your being.
Your bones, and the weight they hold.

A quick work that'll probably be revised a whole lot.
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