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I know what you’re all about because you’ve told me.

You’re against using medicine and chemicals.
Unless I put them in my body and they become the permission slip for you to *** inside me.
Somehow this feminism pill that is supposed to liberate me is really liberating your ****.

You’re against plastic surgery.
Until I need it to fix this unbroken vessel which you can’t help but make comments about while we stand ***** and on exhibit in the shower.

You’re against hurting women.
Unless it involves “hog-tying me and carrying me around like a brief case.”
Then it’s just **** and what you’re into.
I guess I should work on finding the pleasure in that.

You’re against me using a ******* chef’s knife to cut pizza rather than a pizza cutter.
Until it becomes an opportunity to tell me I’m doing it wrong.
I’m going to dull the knife you are so cunningly waiting to shove in my back.

You’re against giving in to unhappiness.
Unless it’s an excuse for you to ignore me.
I forgot I already reached my frown quota and you were given the free infinity pass at birth.

You’re against eating meat.
Unless it’s human meat because you aren’t above cannibalism. How many of us have you chewed up and **** out, anyway? I am just one more unassuming girl to be preyed upon.

You’re against pessimism.
Until it’s your life, your opinion, your need to rain on everyone’s parade. You say I don’t see the silver lining in the clouds, but it’s because I’m consumed by your storm. The entire sky is overcast and I can’t, or won’t, be the rainbow every single time.

What is a rainbow anyway?
Depending upon which way you look, it vanishes into nothing. Beautiful, but transparent and fleeting. I give you pleasure for a moment and then I am forgotten.
I am a refraction.
A bending light.
Invisibility spreading it’s legs wide open to give you a smile in fabulous color.

You shout these qualities in your autobiography like I’m supposed to give you some type of award.
The reality is that being in a relationship with you means constantly teetering on the balancing beam of a double-edged sword.
The only thing you’re really against is me.

On day 1 you told me you were an *******.
And I thought you were just exaggerating.
hj Mar 4
See lovers holding hands on the streets
But I can't hold my lover's
Some people prefer the rainbow
Drained of its colors
Johnny walker Feb 26
Sometimes on rain-filled days, I'd watch the rain forming droplets and  running down the window pane, sometimes when there were two or three I would have a little
bet
Which one would get to the bottom of the sill first then when bored would gaze beyond the wet streets Imagine I was somewhere else a
warmer
A place far from where I was, used to work for me take away the boredom for while till the rain stopped and out would come a rainbow
I would think about the *** of gold supposed to be at the end of the rainbow old wife tale, but as a kid, I believed  
Many a time I'd go chasing
over the fields but never reach the end even though It would always appear so
near
Go chasing rainbows as a kid looking for that put of gold
of cause never found It but It didn't stop me trying
Loves sees the bands, colors of a rainbow,
And in their perfect stratification,
Begs to see more, what else there is to know
Between colors’ identification?

Loves sees the spectrum, red to purple hues,
Where seven colors, beautiful enough
Disguise preciousness hid within their views,
Vibrant colors the peak, love sees the trough.

Love sees beyond the discrete colored bands,
To join red and orange, yellow and green,
Blue intertwined to violet like held hands,
Love asks what magic is there in between?

Love sees rainbows, but is not satisfied,
That line between colors intervening,
Spanning the sky, but look deeper inside,
Love asks to see beauty’s inner meaning.
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angele Feb 12
she told me my writing is sad
too depressing to read
why don't i just write about happy things?

she said i write as though it's always raining outside
and i told her when it rains
it pours

and when the sun and rainbows are out
there is nothing left of my shattered soul to pour

until another rainstorm.
All my poems became about you,
even the ones that weren’t supposed to.
It felt strange as you hijacked my every
waking thought, although soon,
strange turned into wonderful.
We held each other, our glances
highlighted our love and affection.
We kept moving, together, as always.
Our years have been filled with
love, laughter and desire.
So now I’ll ask you,
to take me to a land,
so far away from this one.
To sail away with me,
and to take to me that land,
to look after me.
To explore with me and sail
through stormy seas,
to take refuge in the rainbows
and to carve a life with me.
Nathalie Dec 2018
Be forever gentle
with yourself

Sometimes we
are our most difficult
critics, muddled
in webs of our own
illusions...

It's healing to
discern between
the truth and what
we have been accustomed
to believe and conditionned
to think...

There is not greater
freedom...the one
where we realize
we are the creators,
the manifestors of
of our own reality.

We navigate the currents
The storms are often
times, of our own making.
But isn't that beautiful
for in that realization
we also know that
the rainbows and
the sunshine is one
we create as well...


~Nathalie
B Sonia K Dec 2018
I wish you could see into my heart
The joy I feel
Like colours shooting darts
Like tripping on a banana peel
Falling into an endless world of colours
An explosion right here in my heart
My feelings, all in rainbow colours
My mouth laughing at jokes by K. Hart
Laughter!
Making my eyes shine brighter
...
"I must say,
Happiness is a wonderful colour,
On you, I see rainbows"  She says.
...
I wish you could look into my mind
The thoughts flying through
An endless flow of music
The incomprehensible joy
I can't help but smile
I close my eyes, and the music turn to colours
Unrestrained it floats through
Happy feelings bursting forth
The music that never stops
...
The brighter it becomes
My whole body,
Overcome by colours
As Happy as a Rainbow.
Daniel eason Nov 2018
Ive been on a road to nowhere for the longest time now
Is it time to give up and give in
I just want out without the need to shout
Acts of violence in the past
Traumatised feelings seem to last
Traveling anywhere just to avoid myself
Im sick of chasing wealth
Its just bringing me bad luck
Living in a place where nobody gives a ****
Chasing rainbows
Chasing dreams
All we do is watch our screens
Lets throw away electrical items in the bin
Lets not let them win
A poem about modern life
Izzy Aghahowa Nov 2018
roaming through city streets
swimming in lakes of luminous ink
drifting above speckles of homogeneous aliens
that paint in black and white
for they cannot see the colours of the rainbow
that i see every night
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