"colourfull" poems
Im happy like a raindbow
which ends with a *** of gold
Im greatful like a raindbow
which is glad its colourfull
Im laughing like a rainbow
which is happy
Im joyful like a rainbow
having fun like the clouds
Im cheerfull like a rainbow
which twinkles in the sky
Im incredible like a rainbow
which lights up te sky
Im loving like a rainbow
which males your day
Im nice like a rainbow
because in a sight of happyness
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 4:34 PM UTC
YOU'RE not only who has problems here,
RISE above your grief.....
Look up,
SKY have SCARS too!!!!
Turns colourfull, Burns his BLUE ......
Jun 27, 2022
Jun 27, 2022 at 3:41 PM UTC
You were so free and full inspiration
When we first met
I loved all your colourfull thoughts
Like a beautifull bouquet
Some of those thoughts were poisonous
Things i couldnt see
Somehow fate split us
Because of our hunger for diversity
We saw each other while in blossom
But do we like each other without leaves
We stole each others freedom
So i think that makes us thieves
Attraction by powerfull vivid visuals
But our colours left us blind
Losing ourselves out of sight
I guess thats just the curse of having a free mind
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC
I xeroxed my Heart
Obtained Only colourfull
photos
Of my childhood
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 5:51 AM UTC
Fixed timelines
Fixed events
Obstacles the size of Spacetouchers
buildings that haven't been constructed
But one day will be build to touch Ozon
Obstructed..
Life abducted
Reluctant
grim present
Grey future
Colourfull past
Counting blessings like a madman
regretting that it didn't last..
Either Imma die of this disease..
Or smoke myself to oblivion
In a cycle of destruction
Body not helping
Mind doesn't give a ****
the ending of my life has begun
before this boy turned into a man
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
You..
A seed that rests underneath the corrupt surface
somehow soaking up enough sunlight
and acidic water.
You..
Started to sprout, you developed on your own strength.
Grew and grew and grew and even now you're still growing.
A beautifull wild flower blooming.
Surrounded by ash.
Present amongst fallen friends who were forced to leave you
under painfull circumstances.
You..
Are still spiritually connected with them.
A colourfull presence amongst all this grey..
Broke through, from the underground, out into this corrupt surface we tend to call this world.
You..
Fill empty shells such as myself.
You..
Flicker the dying flame inside as it came bursting back to life.
You..
A bringer of light.
The sunlight behind the clouds of Desperation.
An umbrella shielding me from Fallen Hope.
You..
Colour the desolation in which I reside.
You..
Are the end of the current painfull path I'm walking.
You..
Are the beginning that I am searching for.
A flower crossed my path.
With torn pants and a shredded shirt I walk
Old shoes and a worn down face.
A flower crossed my path.
A sign of the destination that I am trying to reach.
When I'm there is where I can finally be..
With
You..
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC