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Nathalie Dec 2018
A meadow painted in
warm yellow and vibrant green

A sun that glows, shining
warmth on a sea of blue

Rainfall leaving pearls of iridescent
tears on vibrant red petals

A coat of dark black dresses
the crow on the rooftop

Purples and oranges stage
a beautiful sunset

All the colours that add light
to this beautiful life.

Magical, dreamy and perfectly lovely.
Happpiness what do you taste like?
Are you the sweet taste of cloudy cotton candy on my tongue
Or the warm coffee I drink in the morning?

Happiness what color are you?
Are you the yellow color of sunshine beaming in the morning
Or the calming ocean blue?

Happiness what do you sound like?
Are you the soothing voice that says I love you
Or the laughter that vibrates my ear drum?

Happiness what do you feel like?
Are you embracement in her hug
Or the feel of the way that this pen feels as I let it craft and ****** my emotions into lines?

Happiness are you the vibrant energy of her presence?

Because my senses are numb to you
and all I sense is the abyss,
while warm tears trail down my cheeks
and I feel nothing.
Greg Jones Oct 2018
I’ll hold you tight
Like a memory you think of when you’re low.
You don’t let go,
Smiling and singing ‘til your heart is full.
We’re slow to realize how quickly life can change
And how fast these days roll by.
It’s like a tidal wave and we’re just floating on.
So let’s look to the sky and know
We still have tonight.

As the fire dances on,
I can see us in the flames.
So vibrant, so alive.
Oh I’d write it out on paper to remember everything,
From all the days and nights we shared
But I’m so lost inside this moment
I hope I’m never found.

After tonight
I’ll be alone again driving home beneath the star light.
When all that’s left of you is your scent,
These memories will get me through the days.
Whisper to me what you swore you’d never say.
I’m hanging on every word.
The hardest tears and the hardest years ahead,
But I look to you now
And feel so safe in your eyes.
Joseph Lochki Oct 2018
I'm going insane
From what I do
My obsessions I hold
But I foster too.

Do I like it,
I guess i do
Because right now
I feel there’s nothing to lose.

Run me down
Because you might see me
In all the shades
I breathe and all colors
I admonish.

But I like it
I really do-
and I won’t
Be restrained
By you.
Henessy J Beltre Oct 2018
She is raw like cacao
Carries a smell of cinnamon and honey
Natural brown eumelanin skin
Everyone judges not knowing what's within

Sweet like honey,
She cures any emptiness carried in a man
Mix her with sunshine
And she glows within

Beautiful big brown eyes
No one ever takes the time to notice her
People only falsely label her and lack realization
That she's the most beautiful and radiant brown skinned girl

Sweet like honey
Beautiful brown girl
Never lose your fire
Even when the sun may not shine, you'll still always blind them

- Henessy J. Beltre
a poem to remind all the eumelanin skinned girls, including myself, that true beauty is within. we should not have to change our appearances to fit in to society's meaning of beauty. (© Henessy J. Beltre - 10.11.2018)
Jessica Ford Oct 2018
Oh, the primary color that makes me feel,
How is it you compose me to seem unreal.

The way you make my lips pop,
And how often we make traffic stop.

I think of you when I rage,
Occupying my mind, while on rampage.

The thought of passion brings me to you,
With roses entangled around, if you only knew.

Garnishing my physique in extravagant ways,
That ruby you put on my finger, wow, I must say.

Wrapped around my skin, vibrant as ever
Red, you make me feel oh so clever.

Dominate, what you are perceived to be,
But warmth, is what you bring to me.

Running through my veins, and pumping my heart.
This life you're giving me, please never part.

On, Valentine’s, the day that is ours,
We’ll lay back, and stare up at Mars.

Red, there is no doubt I love you, my body in it all,
You add meaning to my life, and that will never fall.

The End.
Pyrrha Aug 2018
I was doing above and beyond moving on
I wasn't sad when you were gone
I was doing fine pretending you were never mine
I wasn't scared to have you erased

When your eyes that I once described as a pulchritudinous blue
So deep and true they turned the sky green with envy
Stared at me across the room
How was I supposed to forget the lies they failed to hold?

I was happy till you came into my life
I wasn't perfect, but I didn't mind
I was a vibrant color in the spectrum of life
I wasn't meant to turn so dark as I was mixed with you
Escape from captivity pulled off
     when I came of age
boyhood begrudged,
     and bested by brigandage,

but willpower sans declaration
     of independence begot bravery
     against British brutes
     bridging caper (involving collusion)

     to bust loose from cage,
and trappings forcibly to plunder artworks
     and sculpted treasures
     by classical masters

     without causing damage
taught by professional thieves
     requiring minimal equipage
whereat over time footage

sordid memory constantly replayed
     plunder and pillage unwittingly
     fostering getaway
     from **** raising gambits

     planting seed to gauge
optimal instance cut footloose
     cutting dashing Dickensian goniff
     to feign criminal shenanigans
running rampant with militant spunky gangs

     "FAKING" das spies zing
     trumpeting hostage killing
and taking, nonetheless
     swallowing bitter pill

     reeking havoc as honorable image
in order to survive
     within world wide
web of criminals (especially

     an unwelcome foreigner),
     where skills as buccaneer
     really put to test, and tried
maximum lawlessness partaken

     in (dolled up) guise suppressing shied
pitifull looking indigent vagabond
     self away by donning
     "FAKE" whippersnapper
     benefiting getting to sally and ride
always exuding patriotic pride

pleasing ghosts of founding fathers
against their autonomy from
     crown weathering woe be chide
recrimination impossible

     to enforce as bride
of Lady Liberty opened arms for those,
     who made dangerous journey
across avast ocean

     only to confront (whodunit) thuggery
this lifestyle ******, looting,
     and burning WITHOUT choice,
     but guilt aye didst abide.
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Retrospective many generations since
     marking birth of a nation
(The United States of America),
     now mecca, sans land of milk and honey
     current president imposed antithetical ration!
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Fog shrouds my body
Inside my mind, diverse worlds
Each vibrant and loud
Too many ideas for too many worlds all speaking at once!
Each are vibrant, alive with potential and so disruptive!
The stresses of being a writer...
Lyn ***
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