Crimsyy 6d

I am going to
immortalize you
in all the most lovely
poetic ways,
but not in shades of blue.

I am going to immortalize you,
give this snowing
weather a break,
give my mind
something new to taste;

It tastes like the smell
of a favourite meal being cooked
on a bad day,
it tastes like a good day,
it tastes right.

Although my most
relatable poems
have been about
suffering and pain,
I want to depict a new picture,
illustrate the vibrant yellow
in my brain.

Because as long as I feel this,
as long as it's real,
I don't care to make relatable rhyme because this happiness is mine.

MyDystopiA Apr 30

It's always yellow
and it's always three.
It's a triangle inside a tree.
It's always yellow
and it's always three.
It's the sickness
lives inside my dream.
Lives inside,
screams, screams, screams
throughout the night.

It's always yellow
and it's always three.
It's the fear
that eats the heart of me.
It's always yellow
and it's always three.
It's the still inside I can't be.
It's always yellow
and it's always three.
It's the moon that moves,
the sun that ruins.

It's always yellow
and it's always three.
It's an ocean of pain
inside of me.
It's always yellow and
it's always three.
A storm rages vacant
inside a tree.
It's always yellow and
it's always three.
It's always the need
to hide with me.

It's always yellow
and it's always three.
It's nothing but a poem
on repeat.
It's always yellow
and it's always three.
It was always a rainbow,
always a rainbow
that never completes
just endless colour
that seeps and seeps.

Its always yellow
and it's always three.
It's a circle
inside a triangle
inside a tree.
It's always yellow
and it's always three.
Time ceases to exist in me.
It's always yellow
and it's always three.
There's a sickness inside
I can't heal.

It's always yellow
and it's always three.
It's all the closed parts
I can't see.
It's always yellow
and it's always three.
It's always in the corner
behind me.
It's always yellow
and it's always three.
There's not much time left,
patience is key.

It's always yellow
and it's always three.
I can't see the end of me.
It's always yellow
and it's always three.
There is no end to me.
It's always yellow
and it's always three.
Time leans against my dreams.

It's always yellow
and it's always three.
There's nothing inside of me.
It's always yellow
and it's always three.
I give up my incessant curiosity.
It's always yellow
and it's always three.
I no more bleed
on the page for thee.
It's always yellow
and it's always three.
A self fulfilling prophecy is me.

It's always yellow
and it's always three
All the words
just repeat, repeat, repeat.
It's always yellow
and it's always three.
I can't finish
till it's the end of me.
It's always yellow
and it's always three.
The end is the end of me.

It's always yellow and
it's always three.
They make you
black and white and free.
It's always yellow
and it's always three.
It's the self sabotage
kills my dream.
It's always yellow
and it's always three.
It's the beginning
and the end of me.

It's always yellow
and it's always three
and it's always inside of me.
It's always yellow
and it's always three
and it's always inside of me.
It's always yellow
and it's always three
and it's always inside of me.

It's always yellow
and it's always three.
It's always a J and always a C.
Comes three times the trinity.
It's always yellow
and it's always three.
Still like the tree,
river to the ocean
runs free inside of me
is my eternity.

It's always yellow
and it's always three.
It's the sun shining endlessly.
It's always yellow
and it's always three.
It's the leaves that speak to me.
It's always yellow
and it's always three
I'm looking for the still
inside the tree.

It's always yellow
and it's always three
This poem is the last of me.

©J Cole

https://soundcloud.com/mydystopia/circle
Hannah Gozlan Jul 19

Yellow is my heart,
Yellow is my blood,
Yellow is the flood that drowns me slowly.
It tells me to grow
As if there were any comfort in that
Go with the flow
As if there were any comfort in not knowing.
I have lied to myself so much
If I didn’t have to I and I would never reconcile.
Yellow is my bed,
Yellow is my stomach,
Yellow is the bucket that stays dry.
It shows me all the pain I have not had
As if there were any comfort in that.
You do not need to cry
As if there were any comfort in that.
I have raped myself so many times,
If I didn’t have to I and I would die at the sight of the other.
Yellow is my breath,
It smells a bit like stale wine,
Yellow is my mind
It looks a bit stained with too much time,
Yellow is my heart,
Vacant,
Yellow is my blood,
Ambulant.
I promised not to promise anymore,
And you keep telling me to let go,
That you know,
But the walls of your home are still standing,
And I have a tendency of losing things,
Like my keys,
My father,
Myself.
Why is it that I need to show my pain for it to be recognized?
No
Why is it that the sun still shines even when it lies?
Why is my sorrow dismissed just because I try.
I try and I will try again,
That doesn’t mean I feel less pain.
I feel pain.
I feel pain.
I feel pain.
I feel pain.

He left me for no reason.
I’ve learned that you can give the world to someone and end up with nothing.
It just stays stuck in the empty space between two people.
You know it by heart.
It’s the same place as where the broken promises lie.
Why the fuck do I still try if only those who’ve given up get medals,
if only those who’ve given up are beautiful when they cry,
if only those who’ve given up are allowed to die.

I started hating the brightest parts of myself because as much as people love light
they only find comfort in darkness.
And I find life in it.
And all of my light is flooding through my bones,
My broken bones,
It’s the only thing I want to let go of.
I promised not to promise anymore.
I put away that little box of gold,
Let it shatter on the floor,
If I break things well enough they can’t walk away from me anymore.
I am only stating what I am afraid of,
I am painting myself in ink,
painting myself in yellow.
I am but a symptom of my own fear.
And it tells me to grow.
It tells me to grow.
Yellow.
So I do.
So I do.

a poem i wrote during in the process of loosing my father, after being dumped and loosing my ground
like to recording :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWnkUfrElL8
Lily Thibert Jul 17

If I told you my favorite colour was yellow would you believe me?
Even if I was smiling and bouncy and happy as could seem.
You would believe my lies in yellow that happiness in it beacuse i truly love brown but you would question it cause it's ugly and gross and not smiley and bouncy and happy as could be.
But separate brown take it apart peice by piece and see the colour it took to make brown see the yellow and greens the blues and reds the purples and orange and see all, all the effort put in to brown pick it apart and see that I do want you to pull me apart too,
see me like brown,
see what I took and place to make it me to make me seem happy as could be seem look at the yellow colour i say so I seem like me
My favorite colour is brown but you wouldn't believe me beacuse it's ugly and gross and doesn't seem happy as could be.

Maybe you've seen a rainbow. Or a double-decker of two.
But have you ever taken a sec to look at the arch's real hue?
You see, it's not just one big variation of colors in a line,
but rather various solid colors split into saturations divine!
And they're not all together -- they're quite far in perception
Their distance and height just plays a trick for your eye's reception.
The colors are separate arches themselves meaning different things
from good luck, to perseverance to emotional cleansing.

So the next time I tell you I see a yellow rainbow,

You'd better go outside and see for yourself!

a new concept :)
SamBee Jul 15

my girl body sits in the nurse’s office
yellow room with blue cushioned seats that have arm rests that are too high
there isn’t a curtain to draw between the sick and the waiting
and I hate it ‘cause it makes me think
what is wrong with them what is wrong with me

they tell me I have to take the eye exam to prove it
but I’ve been telling them for months I am blind
and yes, I messed up bad
abandoning the boy in the woods
but I just couldn’t see him anywhere anymore
so it’s not my fault really that he died
it just happened like that

Alan S Bailey Jul 13

The past
It's always on my mind
The grassy backyard I grew up in
This and that-memories of
Halloween, rabbits, fall, you.
All the things that pass in time.
I pick up this notion that
One may recall what happened to
Them when they were a young kid.
The balloons touching the ceiling of
My pre-school, the quiet time when
We supposedly slept but never did.
Like the color yellow, how I loved it,
The '89 earthquake, being shocked by it.
Songs in Kindergarten. Art, pictures, music.
Summer camp, exploring the wild, love, light,
And wind. I remember my brother
And I playing tag as the sun went
Down in the first house I moved in.
Running along the fields in the day,
Swimming, or memories of the
Tumbleweeds performance,
Being In the play.
All of the times I would always
Watch the sun on the swing as it rose
In the morning. I remember the vast
Wheat fields, a sense of calm quiet,
As if there were no place more peaceful.
Climbing my favorite pine tree in my back yard.
But one thing I remember more than ever
Was being on a field of my own.
The sky is filled with clouds always
Floating off like they
Were from an endless world of tranquility,
This warm sun, this was and-I forever remember
It to be-my one true home.

But that is another story...

Well, at least I tried!

Sprung to the road
                   Had coffee in the moonlight

Her, photographing,
                              The strap pulling her hair in an exquisite way
                              On her knees like a tiny elf
                              Illuminated by yellow street candles,

It was a summer night and the wind was gentle.

It was an odd night
                 In the odd same city as always
                             Oddly comfortable.

The coffee left a bitter taste

Yet the car drove us sweet and joyful
                    Throught the yellow painted night.

july 5, 2017
1:20 a.m.
alan Jul 3

My favorite color is yellow with blue
mix it up a little too
paint it out right on cue
and color it with me and you.

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