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Golden rays falling down.
Mischievous,
Teasing,
Playful.
Yet also encouraging,
And feared.
Much like how a lover holds the heart
Captive.

*Today I feel like yellow.
Quercitron Definition: A yellow dye made from the bark of the quercitron oak tree
Sending you a message from a
Mile away, wishing
I had everything you wanted,
Longing for the day and
Every day after that
Someone I love will notice me.

But you are untouchable,
Yellow in a silver world.

Melt my heart as
Easily as the sun melts ice.

Although it hurts,
Through this pain I learn to smile.

You are worth it to me.
Open I come and will stay
Until you close the door on me.

*~Smiles by me at you~
Zigeuner Definition: A wandering gypsy.
Invocation May 2014
I have them; people
who can't live alone
i crawl through
mud of ironic smiles
teeth yellowed by
nicotine death but
you never saw me
the way I wanted you
to, anyway, let's re
begin

I'm running
spilling blood
snail trails
slimy leftovers
my footprints
aching soles
reaching out to
mend
other aching souls
each pill a haze
each hit a day's gaze
away from this
I need to be
alone without being solitary
drown me in - no
I can do it myself.
hit me, i want this
will you promise
to keep my collar tight?

.. I'm afraid: if I breathe fresh air
what will become of my sweet staleness
sitting in heaven's refuse
i'm among such
**** sinners
my perfect brokenness
hush, i'm spinning
bring more pills, when you return.
I'm sober ( I hate this)
I don't need anyone but myself.
Sarah Pitman May 2014
She wore one
Red sock and one
Yellow sock
And he said
She looked like a sunrise.
Liz May 2014
The sprouting buttercup
dangles into the purpled,
doting sky. It's waxy spangles
nuzzle the moist,
crisply dewed, fluff
whilst billowing across merry air. 

The yellow buttercup
dozes in spiced, lean dapples,
setting its soul ablaze in sumptuous echoes at the sheer
drape of dawn.

The teacup buttercup
outspreads it's wings
amongst tall spiked grasses
and wild flowers.
Shifting shafts and shards
of grass and glass
and forever awaiting the larks cry
which means its time to die.
Martin Kroyer May 2014
I’m so yellow I could die
I’m so blue that I don’t mind
But I think  love will suffice
My love is red, she said.

She’s so green it brings her down
From the purple sky to the ground
Her eyes were clear without a sound
My love is red, she said.

I’m so dark in my heart
Like a painting with no art.
I’m so grey in this part
My love is red, she said.

I don’t care for people
Or anything I see.
That’s not what I wanted
It’s just the way it had to be.
But when I think of you
I think of love as something new
And her lips they softly said
For you my love is red.

I don’t care for colours anymore
Only crystal light that I adore
You find every colour in it’s core
My love is red, still, she said.
Wrote these lyrics for a song, when a couple of my friends came to visit me :)
Emmy May 2014
Trusting steady for flower petals floating on moonlit beams.
Fractured cracks running into sewn seams of honey-colored threads.

Layering sunlight of emotions,
Rip-tide oceans hold your boulder heart open.
Velvety warm blankets shimmering with lavender energy,
Of a silence unspoken.

A roar within of a constant fiery flame.
A warrior armored with stars and an army of willowy trees.

Song buds upon lip, striking a symphonic flowery melody.
Eyes sparkling, you captivate with an alluring smile.

Flowers intertwined within your raven locks.
Summer night of fireflies and dancing bees,
Forgiveness never a weakling of knees.

Soft spoken heart beats.
Sun-fire but shaded with purpling blues.
Steadying hands even though your lips may frown.

Ever present is the sleepy shadow of a sugared temptation,
That only the befallen will know.
A darkness muddled into the after-hours of dawn.
Self-pity wars that your feet danced into nothing, no more.
You let the colors become vibrant yellows, even greens.

A warrior surrounded by atmospheres of light,
Tinged with the milky blue hue of night.
Oceans come and gone but forever in your heart is song.
For Alyssa
K Balachandran May 2014
A girl wearing a flowing gown,
on which yellow butterflies are in profusion
sows seeds of happy confusion
inadvertently in midtown.
The day on its upward swing
pauses a moment,  catching my breath
I jump on, with her, we fly up
the girl smiling to herself
allowed me to arrest herself
inside me for keeps, without persuasion
Remember those magical yellow butterflies
from" One hundred years of solitude"
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