#pastel
It is all pastel,
the light, the music and I --
this very spring day.
Mar 9, 2024
Mar 9, 2024 at 4:11 AM UTC
#*
The sunset sky
Wore lovely colours
Pale blue with streaks of white
A trace of pink
Skipping violets and reds
Embracing the faint peach
A rainbow somewhere arched
The other side adorned
Pastels and soft golden yellow
Changing hues
To twinkling twilight blue*#
Sep 8, 2021
Sep 8, 2021 at 11:05 AM UTC
the flowers that grow on the trees
look like
muted explosions
but not malicious enough to hurt the eye
the flowers are so tender and soft
and all i can see is nature's true beauty
as the gentle breeze animates the trees
we're standing in my driveway
and it's a vivid spring day
pastel tones tones
swaying lightly in the wind
their sweet fragrance is
only noticeable if you are close
close enough to disregard
the fact that you have allergies and asthma and should
not inhale pollen...
close enough that when you reach out and
touch the branch the impossibly small petals
break free and fall slowly to the ground. . .
close enough that i watch as the petals brush your face
and you are,
for the minute,
at peace.
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 4:15 PM UTC
I passed by fancy
Beach homes and dreamt of being
Some rich man's bedspread
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 1:49 PM UTC
❝ a bright light you once were
filled with the radiance of your raging red;
you illuminated through a flowering future
but then the dark clouds sought you out
and rendered your light invisible
the land roared for your pastel orange of peace
but the darkness has swallowed everything
your sons and daughters walked blindly,
trapped and lost within the dark woods of chaos
they sought out for you and your warmth
only to be greeted by the harsh cold
and blood curdling gargles
eventually the clouds rolled away and left you tainted
but as you struggle to reclaim your lost kindle
we bask in your greyish faint light
and hope that your waltz to the symphony of change
will soon take you to the path of a glorious self recreation ❞
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 4:14 AM UTC
Words like
“Syria”,
“Arabia”
or
“Aleppo”
somehow as beautiful sound
like oil pastels
on beige
found
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 7:04 PM UTC
on the horizon
pastel clouds float
swirled by the breeze
underneath them
in awe of their color,
i only feel blue.
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
Unrealistic-
Expectations
Sends me ballistic,
I can't function!
Animalistic-
The beast in me won't stay in its grave!
A mental misfit-
Tell me am I too much to save?
These pastel colours are painted on my life pallet:
Love and Laughter,
Rage and Regret
The memories I'm after
The memories I want to forget
The red and blues are abused
These aren't the colours I should see!
How could I tell you?
You never come through-
It is killing me
I'm at the point where it hurts so much I hurt myself
Don't you understand the meaning of 'help'?
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 9:11 AM UTC
Twilight is pastel,
grey grief gripping the soul,
wrapping in a pall of thickened mist
with a sickening shade of
mourning brown.
At the horizon,
you wait for the homing birds
to fly on its wings
like a dream glued to my life’s script.
Many times I wondered,
why you come back to this land
where the scary hand of the butcher
scuttles every dream;
where humanity drowns
in its own anguished cries.
The smell of blood is
intoxicating when its grasp
tightens like a noose
on my consciousness.
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 5:15 AM UTC
words from a conversation we had days ago echo in my mind turning into a lullaby, softly coaxing my eyelids shut. welcoming deep sleep to my weary heart.
each part of our souls intertwine to create a perfect panoply facilitated by the moon.
you and i under the same sky, all of a sudden the displeasures from the day before slowly melt away into the dark nighttime.
in the syzygy of our cosmic hearts we bask in the ethereal glow encompassed comfortably by the stars and moons.
involved in a state of a constant somnambulism so i never have leave the blissful reality conceived in my subconscious.
dreamers indulgence, walking hand in hand, free and filled with halcyon in the safety of sleep.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 9:55 AM UTC
It's that feeling when you wake after a long sleep.
And the sun streams in through the window on your face.
I would give anything just to stay like that forever.
Getting up takes too much effort.
It's that feeling of heavy-lidded eyes on a long car ride.
The steady, low hum of the highway lullaby.
I beg sleep to meet me there.
Yet, she is evasive.
Because it's not what you see when you dream.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 9:40 PM UTC
Pastel
Would be pretty nice right?
Something that's my favorite color
Mixed with a little extra white
A little faded
My colors are jaded
Just like me
Because I feel all mixed up inside
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
flat washes of ink in blue and pink
dragged fingers across the sky
leaving fuzz and glitter in their touch
heavy colors leave me feeling light
the trees give me breath in the morning crisp light and i am mist
floating and twinkling in the air
feet touch the floor
the cool air with its hands
interlocks with my fingers
my hand wishes for yours
it reaches and it falls
empty promises that i’d wish you made
so maybe i can hope for someday
the sky wasnt made- with its pretty pastel shades
to enjoy on my own
pretend with me
take my hand like you can
walk with me like our feet can eat the miles between us
let our lungs fill with freshness
let your lips touch mine
i know you cant but
please step into this painting of a world with me
hold my hand and smile at the watercolored sky
dont tell me yes or no or why
just kiss me under inky pink skies
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 7:40 AM UTC
The sky painted itself with pastel hues,
Oranges and yellows, with very few blues,
It was a welcoming start, I knew,
For it was peaceful and still half asleep;
Yet it set my soul aleap.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
I know her by name.
I know her by face.
Only, I don't even
know her at all.
I think I've seen her
once,
and for once
I wasn't disappointed.
We are so much alike
only she has brighter eyes.
We are so much alike;
So, I figured
from black and white
I could be pastel--
faded bright.
We are so much alike
only she drinks psalms
like the preacher's wine.
Before I abandoned religion
I used to kneel
and break bread every Sunday, too.
So, I figured
I could still be as holy
if I clapped my hands together
and whispered litanies
on candles burning outside chapels—
faded light.
We are so much alike
in the way we love
books and music,
anything aesthetic.
But, I am wrapped in tin foil
and she dons silk and laces.
Same filling,
different faces.
And kid, I wouldn't blame you
for craving
the same flavor
in different packaging.
We are so much alike
only, compared to her
porcelain China doll skin,
I am a witch's voodoo,
covered in pins and needles
piercing rough skin,
a cheap imitation—
a fake.
We are so much alike
only I'm lying
when I say we are
because she is pastel
paint in coffee shops
and I am crayola
vandals on the sidewalk.
And let's admit pretty
isn't anything I would
ever be.
It makes me sick.
Because I'm not like her.
I'm never going to be just
pretty;
Pity, that's all they ever want us to be.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 11:13 AM UTC
Black image,
white heart ,
golden souls,
which once trampled on loamy brown soil.
Now in the blue sky ,on this day I remember your beautiful colours.
I miss the old school goodness.
To my fathers,
And father Fathers before me.
Down to the route of my lineage.
From west, east ,north and south of the black world.
Their voices remain melodious like the singing birds in calm forest.
Painters of rainbow,
Legends of time,
Flash back in history.
The Africa culture has always been a beautiful peacock,
One that captivates the mind of all men.
On this day, I take the oath to die as a black,
Nothing less ,I stand firm in my belief,
I remain unshakable.
I plant myself under the soil of custom and tradition.
I drink the toxic wine my ancestors left behind,
I promise to slay the roaming lion of civilization.
I remain a royal loyal soul on my fathers soil,
Not a slave in the foreign land.
Africa the Joseph among his brothers,
When I die give my wealth of belief to generation to come, let my soul embrace the hug from the land of legends.
Black I came out of my mothers womb,
Black I will return to my ancestors.
Iamezzycrown
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 6:57 AM UTC
Lilac dreams,
Pastel skies,
All that fades
soon goes bye.
Broken hearts,
Darkened lights,
All that grows
soon gives life.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 8:42 AM UTC
it's not as black as people say,
more a pale purple grey,
silver clouds and tires skies,
teal lips and dark blue lies
it's a whisper in the trees,
a lonely boat amidst the seas,
pastel waves hitting the beach,
the golden sand just out of reach.
tick tock tick tock
the stars slowly decay
look up look up
the sky's been washed away.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 3:51 AM UTC
my love for you is equal parts
messy
and lovely
like paint splattered
across a canvas
in pastel
colours
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC
You are
What the world
Sees you as.
Your posture is poor
Neck stooped,
With shoulders hunched.
You are too morose
To see the world
Explode in color behind you
You could be a prince,
Donned in pastel garments,
Yet, you see yourself as a peasant.
Filthy,
Lowly,
And especially lonely.
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 9:27 AM UTC
My words are neither dark nor bright;
No lands of ice under the night,
Nor warm rose-gardens dawned with light,
Pastel hues and tones are their sight.
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 6:21 AM UTC