#pigment - Hello Poetry

You in your full bloom, at peace, like swirling honey in warm milk, made of rich pigment and velvet petals. take a breath, and paint a picture, of the transient atmosphere, and you swaying with the ocean breeze. send it to that part of you that is lost in endless worry.

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Dec 8, 2020

Dec 8, 2020 at 6:16 PM UTC

AE

Postcards

You in your full bloom, at peace, like swirling honey in warm milk, made of rich pigment and velvet petals. take a breath, and paint a picture, of the transient atmosphere, and you swaying with the ocean breeze. send it to that part of you that is lost in endless worry.

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You are the book I hold in one hand, And on the other, a highlighter. I remember how we were told to only mark down the important parts with the neon colours; but darling, I need more than this one pen of neon pigment to highlight these pages, Because your entire being is the most important thing in my life.

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Apr 14, 2019

Apr 14, 2019 at 7:47 PM UTC

xtineanne

Highlighter

You are the book I hold in one hand, And on the other, a highlighter. I remember how we were told to only mark down the important parts with the neon colours; but darling, I need more than this one pen of neon pigment to highlight these pages, Because your entire being is the most important thing in my life.

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Petite, pixie tangerine As mawkish as the taste of something saccharine Ludicrous, gawky pair of vague hoops Forbidden with the cheapest boos Body's wrapped in a fiery Mongolian coat Personality-shelves loaded with gloat She is made of silver and gold Though in three hundred and sixty-five days, She had lost courage, had lost hope The juvenile decided to go red in rust Like her heart, her blood, her wrath, and her pampers She puffily cries for help and for the pity, For the exposed and the logical ****** Thereby, her cheekbones bulged inhumanely, Stock-still, specked with a festoon of Simper Such an extravagant trailblazer A Sangria wine in hand and a fruit **** With a similar gleam of her deep, raspberry gloss And the way her chapped lips touched the rim, It's not as fascinating as it seems, Because she knows on her part that her heart is lost

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Jul 2, 2018

Jul 2, 2018 at 8:39 AM UTC

feathernoises

"Raspberry Gloss"

Petite, pixie tangerine As mawkish as the taste of something saccharine Ludicrous, gawky pair of vague hoops Forbidden with the cheapest boos Body's wrapped in a fiery Mongolian coat Personality-shelves loaded with gloat She is made of silver and gold Though in three hundred and sixty-five days, She had lost courage, had lost hope The juvenile decided to go red in rust Like her heart, her blood, her wrath, and her pampers She puffily cries for help and for the pity, For the exposed and the logical ****** Thereby, her cheekbones bulged inhumanely, Stock-still, specked with a festoon of Simper Such an extravagant trailblazer A Sangria wine in hand and a fruit **** With a similar gleam of her deep, raspberry gloss And the way her chapped lips touched the rim, It's not as fascinating as it seems, Because she knows on her part that her heart is lost

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You showed me your true colors so I used you as pigment on an already messy canvas, because it’s my turn to do the manipulating. I wish my hands were big enough to sculpt mountains. My own masterpiece cannot hurt me. I’m no longer afraid of you. I can no longer miss you or be hurt by you. Maybe you should have used me more beautifully. But it’s okay because I needed the material.

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Jul 9, 2015

Jul 9, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC

dana-k

Art.

You showed me your true colors so I used you as pigment on an already messy canvas, because it’s my turn to do the manipulating. I wish my hands were big enough to sculpt mountains. My own masterpiece cannot hurt me. I’m no longer afraid of you. I can no longer miss you or be hurt by you. Maybe you should have used me more beautifully. But it’s okay because I needed the material.

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"Two Petals fell" From up high, They fell Fast, Hard, Stopped And then they greeted the hard floor. Pigment Bled, Saturated Upon the surroundings. These petals fell in love, And fell in silence, They caressed eternity, still holding hands.

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Dec 27, 2014

Dec 27, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC

poetic-t

Petals That Fell Hand In Hand

"Two Petals fell" From up high, They fell Fast, Hard, Stopped And then they greeted the hard floor. Pigment Bled, Saturated Upon the surroundings. These petals fell in love, And fell in silence, They caressed eternity, still holding hands.

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Nov 8, 2014

Nov 8, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC