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Immortality Feb 10
Sunset kisses,
the ocean’s skin.
Orange light cradles,
in the waves' arms.
And the sky’s darkness,
finds a home,
in the ocean's heart.
Wish to see it someday, in reality....
I exist in the abysmal state of solitude, where I, whose existence survives in profound literary pieces, could fall short of mere words penetrated—cast against me. Where would I be if I can't find the right words to say?

In front of me is a sweet orange juice menacingly teasing me with its dazzling pumpkin hue. Beside it is the apple pie I swore my life I would never put in my mouth. Yet, the sun glistened brighter when I gently put my fork down and absurdly ate it with my eyes closed.

The sadness that lingers deep within enthralls me more, as I swiftly swallow and digest it without tasting all its flavors—just so I can return to reality. I try to keep it all together, even as my spirit is crushed by the thoughts that seep in, nipping at the edges of my soul—through the cracked window of my vision, and the half-drunk orange juice. These thoughts keep coming in, like an intense downpour after a shower. I have tried to write this simply, yet I could never find the right words to say.

I could never forgive myself.
the first whole month of this year felt like unending closure and goodbyes of the past and the future. i wasn’t living in reality but between these two. a lot has happened from the first month until this day. i felt like a child trapped in a 20-something adult’s body, and it’s terrifying to know that i will never meet that child again. it’s like a cold january and a warm fuzzy december being distant yet closer in edge.

i still can’t fathom those thoughts that i am already an adult. i have to work and try and fail until i come of age and die. it’s unnervingly a hard pill to swallow. and it’s making me sad.

televangelism - ethel cain
Ember Jan 9
bold and creative.

warm, nostalgic sunrises.

sweet fruits, they're ripe on a tree.

no rhyme, save for a botanical term
almost no one knows.

rare favorite colour,
but deserving all the same.
For anyone wondering, the botanical term is sporange, It's a technical term for the sac where spores are produced. Another rhyme for orange is Blorenge, which is a hill in southeast Wales.
I S A A C Dec 2024
inadequately explained
the wounds engraved
the body that rests here, that lays
he was flushed with florescence
flowered with effervescence
resting under a grey grave
he lays immersed in the earth
a shallow grave for a heart of hearth
i can still see his orange shirt
the clouds cry out grey
You know, I never noticed
the color orange much
till I met you.

You told me
It was your favorite color
Now I see it everywhere.

Seeing orange in sunrise.
Seeing orange in your eyes
When the light reflects off them.

Seeing orange as the leaves fall
With an autumn breeze.
Seeing you when I see orange.

I love seeing your smile
And the glimmer in your eyes,
As we drive into the sunset.

Seeing the oranges blend
With my favorite color,
Of which is purple.

As long as the sun sets,
And our favorite colors can touch,
Our souls will as well.

So as the sun fades in the distance
And you sleep next to me
I wish you sweet dreams.

Dreams full of orange things
As full and vibrant
As I see you.

I will always love you
For as long as our colors touch
Each day with the setting sun.

For as long as there are
More days and sunsets of orange
I will love you.

Thank you for bringing
Such a beautiful color
Into my life.
To the person who made me love the color orange, thank you.
heidi Nov 2024
leaves falling from their branches
soaring through the air
before painting the ground orange
Orange blossoms, used in perfume-making
Blooming on orange trees is inviting. 
They are symbols of purity. 
Eternal love and security 
Good fortune; they are promising

Buzzing in my ears, bees will spring. 
Like a beautiful song they sing. 
Flowers do bring serenity. 
Orange Blossoms
 
Bridal bouquets are inspiring. 
Its fragrance is so exciting. 
Used in eau de cologne for surety 
Commonly used without disparity 
You can hear everybody talking. 
Orange Blossoms
rstlss Mar 2024
the color of
happiness;
my favorite for as long as my hands learned of brush strokes and canvases

so vibrant,
comforting

the color of
you;
my favorite for as long as my hands felt the warmth of yours in a struggle I've never been through

so safe,
comforting


My dearest orange,
I'm glad you exist.
last for now aight adios
Odd Odyssey Poet Jan 2024
I never heard much of love playing in my ear;
as I've never heard David's secret chord to the Lord.
The melodies of affection and adoration never caressed
my ears or resonated within my soul. The sweet symphony
of love's harmonies, like the ethereal hymns sung by angels,
were foreign to my senses.

Sitting beneath the orange hues of a radiant sunset,
I found solace under the sheltering branches of an orange tree.
The soft caress of its delicate leaves brushed against my cheeks,
a gentle reminder of nature's embrace.

It felt as if love itself had taken a bite into the core of my being, leaving me intoxicated with its sweetness.
With every gulp of life, it filled me with an abundance of
emotions, leaving me speechless in its presence.

As I peeled away the layers of my pride, surrendering to
the vulnerability of love, it felt as if my very
skin was shedding, revealing the raw essence of my soul.
Like the strings of a guitar that linger in your mouth after a
heartfelt melody, love entangled my words, weaving
a intricate web of emotions that silenced me in its grasp.
The profundity of love was a force that rendered me
speechless, for words seemed insufficient to express its
depth and magnitude.

Yet, from above, a divine intervention occurred,
painting the sky with a vivid tapestry of orange hues.
It was a visual feast, a breathtaking experience to witness
the perfect alignment of colors and light. Floating amidst
the vastness of the heavens, this celestial swirl of orange
was a testament to the magnitude of love, a display of its
boundless beauty.

Within the ever-rotating circle of this enchanting spectacle,
I discovered an unparalleled love.  An elusive concept in this imperfect world, true and perfect love revealed itself to me.

It was a love beyond human comprehension, a love that
transcended all notions of imperfection.
This divine love, the love of God, illuminated my path
and transformed my perception of what love could truly be.
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