Little hands, touching a static screen.
Smearing lipstick and singing into a hairbrush.
Bigger hands, tracing a phone screen.
Wearing lipstick and standing on stage.
Holding hands, walking down the street.
Holding a clutch, walking a red road.
Long karaoke car drives with friends.
Quiet flights amidst a night sky.
Cranberry juice with girlfriends.
Vodka martinis in an apartment alone.
Friends with everyone.
Friends with the flashing lights, reflected in eyes.
Waking up in a cold sweat.
Your heart bursting through your chest.
Diamond jewellery to your left.
Empty cigarette packets and beer cans to your right.
Asking yourself the same thing you've asked since.
Are you still having fun?
(Alt title: Colors That Will Mean Nothing)
I am a Fauve
My love of colors
exist not in reality; a fraud
but in a recital
of never-ending silence
Home and school,
the grays of the abusive enigma,
Outside under rule,
the blacks of the abusive enigma,
but the river- Oh, the river-
Blue is not its only love,
a reflection of the human emotions,
place of a seeking Fauve,
And in those waves- a peaclful notion,
a boy with eyes closed.
reaching the bottom,
a living manifesto,
one that speaks from
how blue the skin has gone,
declining from the
mindset of a Fauve,
the boy has become
And in this case,
- enriko eozyoh
Tossing stars out the window
In order to create a picture
Just like a pencil or a marker
The images create a mixture
Such as This, Which is a Paint Pan
Holds Color Inside of it's Paint Pan
Colors, Colors, they surround us all
Most of us don't notice, so our Worlds Fall
Colors Colors, they exist within
So that we may exist with them
The sky dressed
in red hues outfits
casting shadows of
scattered shimmering lights
over the open waters
as my eyes dance
with each streak
I gaze upon her face
and left breathless
her gem of
palette of reflections
what she chooses
She prefer the darkest moments
that rest in her soul for longest
Nothing can save her
unless she chooses different color
The color that shows bright
the perfect sight of life
But she won't come back
because she's blind
Wash over with your iridescence
And waver slowly just above the scene
Mere feet away or miles now, I cannot tell?
Though your iridescent qualities may be seen
Forever in the waters quelled
I just flew through black butterflies
fluttering around a holy circle.
I just saw them lose their color
red yellow and purple
I turned some pages, burnt, outdated
no traces of me has ever been in there
I think I might have been reborn,
I found my pair and lost my share.
I think the butterflies have gotten into me.
or might I've just gotten into them
I used to see a lot of hues
but now all I see is a huge black gem
black butterflies let me fly for the least,
I've lost everything and found my wings
let me fly, let me fly
if ever young caterpillars are to rise
rise up to being beautiful butterflies.
Life begins with the two eye
but she have different eye
The eye of thunder
faded the world of leisure
Once you opens the use
it get different rules
The last breath of outer
taken to the breath of inner
The inner mental pictures
kept inside the colors
Darkness to be shade
indigo will parade
The third eye says
to curse your ways