Life is like a coloring book
You may color outside the lines
You may make mistakes;
You may use colors
You may feel happy;
You may use black and gray
You may feel sad;
You may not feel like coloring
You may not feel like anything;
You may hurt your wrists
You may experience troubles and pains;
You would finish the page
And life will feel complete

I dream of London in the fall and I dream of you
coffee breath kisses and gentle words
entertwined in silk sheets and the sounds of the city open our tired eyes
I tell you the way everyone else was just a comparison to you
and you tell me my scars are your favorite
and you trace every bruise on my body
and I whisper that I'd face all of my pain over again if it led me to you
falling for you is a work of art

Almost every day.
Hold your hand close to me.
Post me against the wall and stick pins on all four corners.
Explain whats happening in vivid emotion.
If I've ****** you off black out my eyes.
If you've stored me in your heart cover the space behind me blood red.
There is no need to question the value of if what you feel is real.
Slide my face across bright light in means to cover my face in fashion.
In a variety of back drops and shade.
Smear my face in distorted emotion.
A synthetic hue vibrant and wild.
Color my hair yellow then blue.
Do as you wish.
But by all means don't leave my picture the way it is

LIFE IS A COLORING BOOK WHEREBY PAGE AFTER PAGE  
IS SCRIPTED FROM MY LIFETIME EXPERIENCES.
SOMETIMES I GET THINGS PERFECTLY INSIDE THE LINE AS I...
CONFORM TO DIFFERENT RULES AS OTHERS WATCH ON IN JUDGEMENT.

BUT AS TIME GOES ON AND MY CONNECTION TO INNER CHILD BONDS WITHIN LIFE TEACHES THAT, I  HAVE TO GO OUTSIDE THE LINE TO FOLLOW MY OWN HEART. IT IS A CHALLENGE TO STAY TRUE TO SELF AND COLOR OUTSIDE THE LINE. BUT, IN THE END IT IS WORTH IT.

I FOUND,  I DO BEST MOVING OUTSIDE THE LINE, FOR EACH COLOR I USE MAKES MY INNER RAINBOW SHINE MORE. MAKES MY ESSENCE FULL OF CREATIVE LIGHT THAT OPENS HEART.  MAKES ME FEEL HARMONY AND PEACE.

THE LIGHTS AND DARKS ARE WHAT MAKE UP MY PICTURE WHEREBY I DO NOT DISCOUNT THE DARK MOMENTS FOR THERE IS ALWAYS LIGHT NEAR.

AS I WORK MY PAGES BEGINS TO SPARKLE WITH LOVE ENERGY AND THEN ALL LINES DISAPPEAR. AND  OLORS ARE READY TO TANTALIZE AN ONLOOKERS EYES. THEN THERE ARE NO LINES TO FOLLOW. NO PLACES WHERE I CAN BE JUDGED BY OTHERS.

IN THE END I SHALL PRESENT TO MANY MY BOOK FULL OF BEAUTIFUL SCENES.
IT'S THE WISDOM LEARNED AFTER JUMPING THE HUDDLE OF CONFORMITY.  COME TO LOOK AT THE MEANING BEHIND MY FREE COLORFUL TOME.  IT'S MY LEGACY.

Her eyes were like a color by number.
Everywhere she stood they'd turn a different shade of brown.
Naturally they shone a different color soon as the sun would find them.
But this color was hard to describe.
Watching the sun paint them with a splash of yellow.
I'd just stand and stare. Often time it was hard to speak after seeing such a thing.
The effect it took on me, often inviting me in to have a drink.
Nestled in a chair to hear a story or two.
How they just seemed to come alive, her eyes.
Inebriated by the conversations we'd have.
She'd put a hand to her brow to block the sun from shining too bright.
I'd forget how sad they were at times, her eyes.
Taken by the stories they tell about her dreams. The excitement that filled them, Talking about the places she'd love to go.
Big and bright. Full of curiosity, her eyes.
If I could let her inside of me and give her the same box of crayons that she's given me.
I wonder if she'd color me in different colors.
Or just the same variation of different colors just as her eyes have colored me.

I didn't start the food fight
yet I got hit in the head with a can soda
I'm just glad it was a soft drink
it flew at me like an owl hunting its pray
I now realize that toucan play at this game
I also swallowed some food coloring
I'm OK, but I feel like I've dyed a little inside

What i'm holding back myself from saying to her?
The Heart eagerly beating my chest urging me to tell her!
The Mind is spontaneously stepping back happily to let the Heart say its word.....
The Soul gracefully holding the space for Heart to live the Joy of that Feeling...
                                        What to Say!
It is a question that burns me like the child's excitement!

                                        What to Say!
It is a wish to let her feel how she is coloring my life!

                                        What to Say!
It is a longing to let her know the warmth that she brings to my soul!

                                        What to Say!
                                        I love you!

If you were a coloring book,
I would be mad,
That after opening the cover,
There's no spaces left for me to color.

If you were water,
I would freeze you,
Immobile,
And gently stroke my fingers across your surface.

If you were wooden,
You'd be the finest sculpture,
That I would burn with every touch in every crease,
And leave ashen.

If you were an egg,
I'd take the utmost care to not drop you,
And the only place I would break your shell,
Is at the bottom where I'd fit perfectly.

If you were a string,
I'd tie you up tightly around me,
So that you could never leave me,
And I could always feel you on my skin.

If you were lava,
I would gladly burn off my flesh,
And I wouldn't hesitate to go inside you,
Because I'm used to feeling you down to my bones.

you are like a white crayon
valuable with superseding other colors
you show authority when no one else would

and for you, my white crayon
may i never stray away from objectives
and may you always be simply
a white crayon
useless in the eyes of some, but when used in a correct manner
you become infinite.