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Kalarav Sep 2020
A purple berried
White flowered ****
With intricate petals
Placed in pairs of three

Has spread its roots
Deep into my heart
Branched into both halves
Of my brain

I watch it grow in awe,
As the leaves
Branch symmetrically
Simultaneously wince in agony

As the roots
Are tearing through
The very soil
In which they grew

Do I rip out this
Uninvited beauty
And leave myself
Scarred

Or do I
Let it flourish
And eventually
Engulf my being.
Paylei Rose Aug 2020
A lavender sprig
A violet growing in the wild
This colour purple is all around

It makes you calm
It makes you sincere
It makes the world complete

We see these colours every day
But think, what if they didn't stay?
Amanda Hawk Jul 2020
Purple, slowly dripping
down her back
gently stroked, a tattoo
Irises were her favorite
so she built a garden
upon her back
Irises bloomed, spreading
from one shoulder to the other
lua Jun 2020
a fiery heart
with cool toned shadows
the bluest flame to burn
eating away at the amber of the flames
and the beige and brown of flesh
scattering sloppy purple bursts.
Ashlyn Yoshida Jun 2020
My hair is longer
than before
But lately
I want a little more

so bring the dye
and bring the paste
I'm feeling purple
so hurry before it's too late

'that looks kinda red, Ash'
ShadowDancer760 Jun 2020
In my dreams, you alway write in purple
As you scribble my name and
As you scribble yours

It’s a color that suits you well, I think
And you wear it gracefully
It is not typical like blue or black
It is not flamboyant like pink or orange
It is not harsh to read like yellow or red
It is dimmer than brown and lighter than green

It is purple, like the deep night before the stars arrive
It is purple, like a streak of light in the dark

I will never forget you, you know
I just hope you will always remember
How special purple is
And how special you are
I still remember when we first meet. You sat behind me, and you wrote in purple.
Bullet May 2020
Dumping my heart into dreams I would love to see if they are trying to **** me

The fuel that’s keeping me going can spark up a hood, in gulf the steer into flames

Distributor rings pop and all I have is a hand full of hopes and new spring days

But the deep blue paint chipped off the sea now rotates away from the rear view

Purple projects a new drive burnt into the ground from the heat of hell from the six feet we stand apart

My eyes peel back to to a blue face being a frame for just numbers and cloud chasing

So I place it in gear and then push fear into the mirror spreading orange and red solar flares in the headlights guiding the purple blue skies that backdrop the tracing rear lights of the fear in the past of our lifes
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