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Sana Jan 2015
Rouge
Color of fire
Rouge
Color of my soul
Rouge
Color of this book
Rouge
Color of my feelings
Rouge
Color of blood
Rouge
Color of my thoughts
Rouge
Color of passion
Rouge
Are my ideas of you
*
Sometimes
I wish I wasn't so filled with
Red
But I'm resltess
And deep inside
I've got storms raging
After all
Even if as white
I am seen
And of green
I'm surrounded
Even if blue
is what I often feel
And of purple
my dreams are made
In the end
Every little corner of my life
Is tainted
With the color of
Sin
I am not really happy with how this turned out to be, but this is one of my few attempts at actually trying to write. I don't like how I **** at expressing myself and how my favorite pieces are too abstract for me to explain because I wrote without really thinking. So now, I'm trying to change that. Obviously, I'm still an amateur and I need to practice this more often.
Fah Aug 2013
Don't let them fool you

this is very real and very real very real

sometimes reality is better than dreams
and when dreams collide we all know what happens

we weave intricate together and i want you to know that the passion the ignited is still alive and well

breathing in and out soft sighs that escape my lips without my choice
because it has been and is always but a choice made in the seas of seas and lights of lights in need

restless rivers flows have entrenched and doused by heart space and womb space with untold treaures untold untold untold

and that's the way we do this news
new songs lyrically i've never seen you write better
then i saw you play last night

and i knew you
i know you
and i have known you so this is not exactly a love sonnet but it is and improvization

of lyrical *******

and this is a blessing in friendship
i stress the point should woman and men be friends first before they let the pen slip?

i write my thoughts of thin strips and thin line of callouses of me
and the scars form mothers and lovers of old
and new light illuminates from them and from them i feel that i could never stop this healing
untill the healing is done

then and only then we die

and then and only then we die

and then and only then they die

and then and only then do we really feel the power rise up in our bodies and we let that wave course through the restless resltess rivers flows always wanting more

it's our prerogative
green gold sits my heart in the tree
as a stone one may imagine a dense emerald with flecks of gold dust and orange creeps in on the side
this is a mood ring after all the color of our hearts

but

in bliss diamonds flow
Vraj thakkar Feb 2020
I opened my eyes in the middle of the night,
I was struggling to standup and everything seemed at unrest that night,
Those stairways and the flickering lights held my eyes to surprise,
I smelled that of bacardi and my filthy look signalled that i had cried.

While thinking how i ended up here and what this place was,
My mind seemed confused and my heart seemed lost,
I struggled through the staircase of the building, a board said i had reached the 7th floor,
Suddenly i remembered everything about this place, and i hurried towards a door,

I didn't ring the bell but she opened the door,
Afraid to look into her eyes, i starred at the floor,
She told me to come in and there was no bound to my excitement,
I knew every inch of this abode, it was her appartment.  

In a moment a flashback ran in my mind,
A chapter of my life that had all the things just right,
I remembered all our happy days just at once along with all our fights,
Those lazy days and resltess, crazy nights,
I still sometimes wonder that she had some magical powers, i was sure she possesed some might.

She complained how ***** i looked and what i had made of myself,
She told me that i have to take care of my health,
Tears rolled through her eyes as they met mine,
Looking at her i wondered how god created someone so kind.

That night we sat besides each other and talked about life,
After some time, through the window appeared a beam of light,
I looked at her, she looked at me, a rare moment of ecstasy,
And then we kissed each other passionately, until we were tired and messy.

"See you next year my dear, stay happy!" She cried
And in the next moment she disappeared like a fairy in disguise,
I looked at the calendar to see what date it was,
It was 2 years to her demise and my heart once again frost.

— The End —