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Cjf Jan 2020
I’m forming a shell around my heart that shouldn’t be there with her. I’m so scared of loving her fully because I don’t want to be broken again.. I won’t survive it Ezra, I really wont. But she doesn’t deserve this half love I’m giving. I’m trying so hard to love her the same, to feel that excitement that I felt with you, to feel that eager nervousness. I can’t. I feel apprehensive. This life after you isn’t the same sunflower seeds you left planted in my heart.   They wilted and nothing is left but the dried leaves and the
crunch
Crunch
Crunching
Echoes throughout my abused heart
But who says weeds can’t beautiful too??
I love her too
May 26th 2020
Jay Jan 2020
Our love is Red,
With passion,
Like a flame,
Lapping at my heart.
Our love is Orange,
With spontaneity,
Like citrus,
Explosive and sweet.
Our love is Yellow,
With Joy,
Like the sun,
Forever burning.
Our love is Green,
With life,
Like a plant,
Always growing.
Our love is Blue,
With calm,
Like the ocean,
Coming in waves.
Our love is Violet,
With luxury,
Like royalty,
Forever comfortable.
Our love is a Rainbow,
With beauty,
Like a promise,
Never-ending.
S I N Dec 2019
Even the gravity’s rainbow is
Upside-down right now; reflecting in the
Lake with only colors of the nebulas
Unknown; as if a wreath on the brow of
The being itself, but tarnished and worn
And lack of all colors but those of
Unknown; don’t you forget it; for when
It starts falling, no power will save you
From its merciless rage
Star BG Dec 2019
When I see RED a-top of rainbow, I think of the promise made to self of moving with beating heart inside my own divinity.

As I look at ORANGE, streaming cross sky
I think about being optimistic, as I move
to celebrate day.

When I gaze at the YELLOW that mirrors sun, I feel energized and warm from singing birds who whisper compassion.

As I see GREEN, deeply I breath to find open field of dreams ready for harvested inside the magic of moment.

When I observe BLUE, before eyes my consciousness expands to move as if sky is a dance floor and I am graceful cloud.

As I see PURPLE, a beautiful flower opens, and I become bee singing with love inside natures music.

And when PINK in child-like mind, is visualized choose to echo gratitude for the gift of life.
saw some you tubes of color and this poem sprouted. :)
Maxie Gomez Dec 2019
10.30.17

What to do?
You think me confused?
But, I’m as sure as can be baby.

Why can’t you see
that this is just the way I was meant to be?
I’m not condemned for the choices that I make,
or those that I don't make.
I’m not going to hell,
For the people with who I've laid beside.

But still, you’re all so full of hate
For a lifestyle that I can’t help
But partake….in.

I’m just trying to get by,
Like every other human being I pass by.

I’m not shy,
I am proud of who I am.
I’m not ashamed, of who I let in my heart.
Man,
Woman,
Gender-*******-fluid.
Or someone in between.

We are not the Devil’s advocate.
We're not bathed in sin.

And no, we are NOT trying to
To make you like this.
nanimono Dec 2019
I really want to shout out your name on the roof top

Trying  to tell you how I miss you so bad

I even don't know in which part of the world you are right now

For me your presence always feels like...

a torch that I can hold to light up the way,

a salty salt in the fresh sea, and

One breath that always I needed to fill my lung cavity
Kitt Dec 2019
The rain came down,
and it keeps coming down,
so nourishing to the parched earth
yet so gloomy and low. It fits the mood.
An event that must happen, for the world to survive
But that, in the moment, only feels like a dreary moodsetter on a blustery day.
It isn’t too dark out. Despite the rain coming down in torrents, it’s still bright.
As I drive along the highway I see that rays of
sunshine are poking out from behind the clouds, and I think that,
somewhere along the distance, from the right vantage, where the brilliant sun rays
hit the storm droplets at just the right angle, there might be a rainbow
somewhere.
Just too far gone down the road for me to see it.
Viji Vishwanath Dec 2019
A rain of words
In the rainbow of sky
Is like a cup of tea
Enjoyed slowly
With the essence
Of tea leaves
And cardomom in milk
With the atmospheric sights
Of a cheering sun
Shining in the morning dews
Of green grasses
With a refreshing air
Is an amazing sunbow

Rainbow of words
Is like a miracle of colours
Painted in the deep sky
After the hurdles
So as the clouds
And the shining droplets
Of rain

All that makes visible
To the shining moon
In the dark sky
Gathered with twinkling stars
In the hearts
Of nature’s blessings
Is the moonbow
Which is tried to express
With the colour of sky
As the rainbow of words
Is a miracle of colours
Rainbow of words is expressed with the colours of sky.
Shofi Ahmed Dec 2019
Ask not the rainbow
what did it paint first
the first light?
With its first splash
of colours on the rose
it begs in the eyeballs
of all the stars.
Listen to the nightingale
why it still cries?
Clear of color,
My edge is unknown.
The burning candlelight
Question shimmers in me.

Kaleidoscope vision
To the color blind, given.
I’m grey with envy
Knowing all your truths

But
       Being
                 Robbed
                               Mine.

Dizzy and dozing,
Color explosions
Pour into my pores
And fill my eyes.

Pixelated greys,
My color is a haze.
How unfair to be teased
By canvas within my dreams.
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