thousands of colors drip as memories traverse deep;
i ventured the corner where we used to meet, in my head, you were more than just black and white a creature with a beautiful soul, always within sight, yet the inevitable ending urged me for this lonely visit.
the silence drowned me and i wanted to hear a heartbeat from where the light glows and your shadow goes, the battle between how my heart feels and what my mind knows; i sat down, knowing it requires a mightier feat.
I remember winter I long for her razor blade winds Hands shoved in my pockets Envious of the furred critters A scarf and a thick coat Snow like ghosts on a misty coast
Oh how my feet soak as I cross the frozen sky To some, the cold air that strangulates Is enough to make a hardy man want to die Yet I embrace this dark, quiet state Lost in her red lips flush against monochromatic nights As she walks under the pale moonlight
My arm around her With my coat draped over her Winter is for her
I lie awake in my bed all these uncontained thoughts running around in my head. Color and light, ideas that are glaring and bright seep into my head during the long nights. But I'm restless, dark thoughts pulling me down and making me breathless. So I take a sleeping pill, wait for it to lift the weight of the desperate dreams they ****. But along with it, the rainbow dims and flickers, becoming a monochrome that reminds me all to much of the world we call home.
1/20/20 Going through my drafts. I'm never sure how to end my poems, so I'm never really satisfied with them.
You remember the fire in black and white Like an old movie How the pictures on the wall burned How they crumbled to the flaming ground As if descending into the inferno The fabrics singed, The kitchen had fallen apart The stairs to the second floor had collapsed But the glass-eyed look she gave you Was the only thing in colour.