a wisp of smoke curls up--heavenward
until it disintegrates into nothingness

a burnt tip-- alighted by an orange flame
that flickers quick from a cheap Bic lighter

the cigarette dangles tantalizingly
between *******-- index and middle

it's a balancing act--
to stay away from the ashes
and to not drop your sustenance

dark red lips slightly parted
nearly purple, but not quite
as if a speeding car halted at an invisible border
the arbitrary line between purple and red

she exhales

the smoke coming out in elongated ohs

once the smoke clears
she is gone

after all,
she was
a hazed out,
high-defying,
hallucinatory,
dream

your bewitching gaze
falls on my brow

the air gets thick
i turn around

your eyes are alive
purple and green

you pull me forward
away i lean

your eyes grow angry
the magic swells

it's too late for me
I'm under your spell

It’s the color in a blossomed flower
It’s the touch of the softest silk
It’s the sight of the ripest fruit
It’s the taste of the sweetest vine
It’s the feeling of soft luxury

It’s the color of the bruises on my skin
It’s the touch of an unwanted hand
It’s the sight of a hazy night sky
It’s the taste of a bitter poison
It’s the feeling of entrapment

It’s the melancholy color purple that fills my sad dark world

Purple hue spilled by
Frenetically painting dawn,
Made the world reborn!

Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
My experience is sad,
And so are your eyes
A spirit is evil,
And so is your smile.
don't you leave
stay for awhile.

this morning
i am stuck

i am stuck
between
Blue
and
Pink

every morning
i face the same decision
and ask the question
how do i feel today?

and every morning
i struggle
not because i cant find the answer
but because im scared of it

because i know
that i cant be Purple
thats too confusing

but i feel Purple

I found your purple keychain in the back seat of my car.

I remember there was a time when I felt like I couldn’t drive another mile with it dangling from my dashboard.
Pulled over on the side of the road - **** this and what it stands for.

Your idea of romance was buying everything you found in my favorite color.
Coming home with fists full of lavender to make up for a night of fists flying through the air.

Purple was a sign of forgiveness - a token of love where I didn’t ask for it.

I have a box full of love letters written in lilac ink that don’t feel like they’re addressed to me
and your purple keychain with my initials engraved on the back.

I wonder how you could possibly say that you loved me
you didn’t know me at all

on a midnight, pomp nightfall
she stood graciously in the light
so pale and faint,
she was a beautiful sight.

she holds a butterfly
with wings so pure and small.
it flew so loosely
into the purple nightfall.

she watched them fly
so beautifully it goes.
soon comes others
and swiftly they flow.

their wings so gentle
as they embrace the night sky.
she still watches them
as they enhance so high.

on this pomp nightfall,
she watches the butterflies soar.
and just like butterflies,
her heart is so pure.

To the cutest girl
   Amongst all the lunks

Purple, white and black as the sky
   (As you know)

Hard work and a trusty Honda
   Such things will get you anywhere in life
   Be it an outcome which requires this
   Such slender *****

Enjoy your night!

The blue iris melts its petals
like the teary wax
on the musky walls of the lavender candle.

The butterfly crunches its yellow,
crisp thin wings like translucent scales
followed by the crashing echo in the mirror walls of the corridor.

The heat in the air blares in turquoise
somersaulting between the
invisible layers of humidity and oxygen
sticking to the skin like midday sunrays.