I imagine a therapist office
as they are lavished in on tv shows
and they're not really like that;
instead of a cozy dimly lit office
it's a white wall maze.

As my doctors
are not private ones
and they surely disclose
all about me
to the insurance company.

I can't help, but twiddle my thumbs
and wonder about the
cries for help
that linger on these paisley painted
dry walls--
snickered with inpersonal
portraits of strangers;
that probably wish
they hung in one of those
elegant, brash, and luxurious offices on tv.

Or maybe instead
the paintings longingly wish
to be dead as well--
instead of being
in this subservient storehouse
that is standing in for an therapist office.

Getting up from another stand-in
this rash beast of dull coloured dust;
calling it a chair would insinuate people
are supposed to sit there,
but I assume
it's true purpose is for the ill-ful
to find something uglier than life itself.  

Leaving through another betrayal
that existence couldn't be more lame
is a doorway with the most faux of all possible doors;
it's screaming "nobody ever cut down a tree to make this".

Slipping past another door (eye role)
I come to be in the same room,
but this space is two faultering steps to the left.  
And instead of dust everywhere
it's a mobbish moss melancholy
that distastefully lingers
in my personal office's air.

I used to think in monochrome
Like a disc on repeat
The same 60 minutes of tragedy on
A big screen
But on the 500th play
Something happened I can't explain
Your character joined the script and suddenly
All the scenes made sense

Everything I thought I'd never feel
Came alive
And everything I needed to ****
Died between your lips
I'm not saying you're perfect

But if a blind man asked me to show him colours

You're the one I'd describe

I have learned that without light
All the things that hide inside
Would be gone
Is it wrong
To wanna lurk oh in the dark
To keep this torch without its spark

I grow tired of holding up this great facade
Lets dance around without our masks
And find who we are
Oh when the light turns off and all thats left is the dark

I wanna find equilibrium
I wanna see just who I’ve become
I wish that I could just go halfway
Cant choose between these pathways
It’s made me so numb
I wanna find equilibrium

roses bleed
adorned upon gold leaves
thorns prickle on sheets
fine pinks turn gray
fall into soil
grows again bright pink

Peeling skin from a ball
Thick and thin, large and small
Then the juice from within
Sweet and sour, dribbles down the chin

Colour in this vibrant shade
That which monks do wear, are bade
To show their faith to their belief
Shade from the sun, a relief

The sun is seen in this way
As on sunset, on a beautiful day
Close your eyes and spy it within
On the eyelids of your skin

This rich colour that I speak
Is orange, nothing bleak
It brightens up the saddest day
Putting others by the way.

It is morning
An old yellow sun rises, throwing light
Onto a new born day
Here comes the dawning.
Awake, and blink away the night
Watch as star sparkled black gives way.
To a world of colours

Sun is rising
Slowly waking, trees stretch out their green
And flowers unfurl a rainbow
To greet the warmth of the rays
Awake, look at what can be seen
Purple mountains are set aglow
Nestled in a carpet of white cotton haze.
As a sky in pink changes colour

See how blue
As it reflects in crystal clear waters
Beneath its skin, an army, in silver mail
Weave amongst a coral painted range
And a light grey giant in sleep, slowly stirs
Then watch as it wakes, and with a wave of it’s tail
It races up through the blue to see the change
Of another golden day

Not everyone likes me and accepts me for the colour I am.
I may not be the colour you love, not the colour you need.
Sometimes I'm the forgotten colour, and that's alright.
Sometimes noticed by painters, but not wanted by them.
I may not be beautiful in your eyes, but I have a purpose for being a certain colour I am.
Is alright if some ended up changing their minds of having me in their pictures.
Is alright if I'm not liked or appreciated anymore.
Is alright if I'm forgotten and left aside.  
Cause someday, I know, I'm a colour needed to complete their pictures.
A colour loved, wanted and appreciated.