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Leigh Marie Apr 2016
I am either this or that, black or white
So no wonder I get muddled when life cannot be sorted into is or was
I either oversleep peacefully, or wake early just to talk to the birds under the cobalt sky

I knew that I loved your sapphire eyes and that you loved my bubblegum lips,
I did not know that our celestial fate could take flight so swiftly.
I shuddered awake from a lavender dream about our souls as one, to an amber storm reality
You loved me crimson, but you always loved yourself a little brighter
Me? Well I loved us
I'll sleep in so I don't have to feel the forest fire you lit in my ivory chest
It is still burning a hole in my ribs to show everyone I meet that I am, was and always will be a firecracker kiss
I was ignited by your explosive teal spirit
But even the most beautiful fireworks must burn out to allow the next to whistle into my indigo air
Narelle Carter Mar 2016
the bended beam
rippled stretched
it morphs and dances
from indigo gone blue hue
to stripped orange and cerise trances
the lovers of last light
feasting on melancholy
draw that blanket tight
wrapped in my eyes
and sensors view
the seasons are changing
my heart is askew.
13|03|16 written for image @make_imagine
Batool Feb 2016
Let me write a happy poem
and paint it seven colors

Red for the burning passion
and orange shows emotions

Yellow for the friends i made
and green for peace and truce

Blue showing the calm ocean
that steer my ship slow motion

indigo wings that help me fly
so high in violet sky

Seven colors to paint my life
and hide the blackening rife !!
She's never been the type
that loves large crowds and
booming parties;
the stress of conforming
weighs too heavily on her
sensitive heart,
and quite frankly, most
people don't fall on the same
end of the color spectrum.

Everywhere on this earth is
home to her, and Mother
Nature is her muse.
A black sheep born with a
wild heart; an indigo
child infatuated
with change and fueled
by tranquility. She is the
virtuoso of her own authenticity.
effie ebbtide Dec 2015
On my way from DC to Manhattan, the sky an odd indigo.
Got some donuts from the local bakery, which I'm munching on.
Some girl sits next to me.
After a couple hours she dozed off, and I whisper to her:
"You might be stardust, but you're no nebula."
She can't see the window through my silhouette.
I hate that inky nothing, I hate that
shadow, I hate
that silhouette.
Saudade.
Josh Carrasco Jul 2015
My heart hears the invisible author
Beckoning me to beautiful wisdom
As my soul awakens with
A glimmer of aspiration

Even within the midst of sonder
The hiraeth of ineffable mystery
Whispers my name with vivid glimpses of
An ethereal aurora of unknown beauty

As I'm taken by the grandeur
In the silent stilness
My spirit begins to flood
With overwhelming tranquility

As I'm swept up in serenity by
The revelation of Your eternal promise
Lovingly I am bound by
The divine serendipidy of Grace
The Art of Poetic Creation and Inspiration is necessary for the World to detach from the Trickster Mind lying all the time to us and others, distorting perception of reality and sustaining our false ego, causing innumerable troubles.

Through Art and Poetry we develop the higher Intuitive Mind. The only place I know bearable enough to exist within.
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
TYRAN Jul 2015
It's a cold, cold world.
Better be careful, little girl.
The earth will swallow you in whole.
Even in the comfort of your home.
Only the strong survive.
So where do people like me reside?
Starving for greatness in my purpose.
Cold night breaks me down to consider if it's worth it.
There's a demon inside to tell me otherwise.
Want to feel special. Want to feel alive.
Is there really a light?
Or have I been tricked by the illusion of life?
The fights in my mind of good and evil.
What to believe is not that simple.
Eyes sewn shut by the devil.
Suddenly my dreams are in trouble.
Is there really a light?
In the deep of night, out of sight.
A late night can drive you crazy. A poem dedicated to when all falls down.
TYRAN Jun 2015
Plenty years of being sheltered alone.
In the dark, my heart was turned to stone.
Much on my mind, I'd never answer the phone.
That was before my time had come.
Raise your machetes and pave the way.
The night's arrived, but I am here for the day.
Follow my lead and you're free from the enslaved.
Aren't you glad that I came?
This light within me shines for a reason.
Don't believe that love is only a season.
A universe of clarity awaits.
Aren't you glad that I came?
Find your true selves through the pouring rain.
Cleanse your souls from the stress and the pain.
From here on out nothing will be the same.
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