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Colour

 

 

The beginning of a day

 

While a colour of bright golden shined over a hill

 

Green with clouds facing them

 

A pair of two, sitting on the hill

 

Looking up at the clouds with wonder

 

A spiralling sky

 

Clouds that call out to them

 

Clouds that say their names together

 

As they hold hand sunder them

 

And laugh together

 

In the middle of the field

 

Just them, alone together in the day

 

A sunny afternoon

 

Filled with bright clouds

 

As they speed up

 

When the day starts to pass

 

Their lives fly on

 

Coming to a lovely standstill

 

When they see each other across a bridge in the sky

 

Surrounded by summer’s clouds

 

An empty air

 

As their words float to each other

 

They see each other fly away

 

When the clouds fall down with them into a past

 

They remember together

 

Their feet on the ground

 

They can think of themselves in the summer clouds again….

 

The first day she saw him

 

She was so appreciative

 

Of his love

 

Before he flew away into the clouds

 

 

Leaving her alone

With her colours

 

 

Evening City (City Walk)

 

 

Driving by a condominium high into the sky

 

The city surrounds it with a force of man

 

The sky is a dim gray

 

A dark, late evening

 

Filled with slow moving clouds

 

As someone walks in and out of the building

 

Wandering far into the big city

 

They get lost in the crowds

 

By themselves, they can wander to some place they have never explored

 

They can wander to some place they can find themselves

 

With the city in their minds

 

In on their feet

 

As they wander down an empty alleyway

 

Abandoned for their discovery

 

They find someone lying against the wall

 

Sleeping, slumped again the alleyway

 

A chain-link fence separating the city behind them

 

They look so tired

 

The someone who wandered

 

Push something in front of them

 

It doesn’t matter what it was

 

But the slumping figure was grateful

 

 

Later in the evening, almost night,

 

The wanderer goes back to her condominium.

 

 

Back in the city’s alleyway-the figure dies.

 

 

 

Two Side of The Same Coin

 

 

Flipping over a coin,

 

Two colours are present.

 

One a colour of white

 

One a colour of Gold

 

 

Through their white and gold eyes,

They see their own version of life

 

 

The Bottom (A Hand’s Rise)

 

Destruction imminent blown-up outsides of life.

Sounds of life outside can’t be heard anymore

A hand is drowning in the sounds of a dead silence

Taken away from them when they lost grip on the world

A menacing mind, crushing an existing grip of the world

A hand, that flows in a water of shallow air

Head is submerged under hell

Demons dance above in the air without caring

They crush her mind beneath

A force-a manipulation of consciousness

She feels her strong grip on self weaken

Under manipulation and psychological torture

She isn’t sure who she was born to be, anymore

The damage to her was already done so long ago

Feet stomping on her head, the demons dance without a care for life

Her head repeatedly smashed and broken before being repaired to be

Tortured and destroyed again

That nagging voice, somewhere quiet in her mind

It is there, telling her to stop resisting against demons

“Let yourself be crushed. It’s no use resisting. Accept you cannot do anything.”

A voice, annoying with hate.

Letting herself reach up to a demon’s foot, she smashes and screams his head into

A brick of air

Soaking an ill-coloured blood unto her body, she sees her eyes in its life.

A demon, much like her, who had dark and powerful eyes.

A destruction of bright colours that occur inside her

A fluttering eyelash

Floating away in wind

The air wants part of her face to name it a human

Two reaching hands out of air

A demon bites her neck and swallows her shining colours

Choking on the amazingness, he swallows a shade of her

That was an angel

Spinning around without control it falls to a hellish death when she pulls it under the air to kiss him

A kiss makes him slump into the air and fall back down to an empty planet, far past earth

The wind claims his kiss from her, jealous of her soft-pink lips

The air wished to have her, but it can’t stand seeing her kiss a demon

Like that demon was more worthy than it

Her brown hair

Long with a wavy straightness

Pops up from the air

The earth pops up a little beneath her,

Shifting a power of gravity a bit to pull her down

Her hair is rising, a failed gravity to destroy her

She intimidates an air and is spun out of its hands,

Dragging a demon down with her and she tries to kiss off his head

A breaking neck-snap, snap, snap- something ugly to her eyesight that falls on top of her as she starts

To ascend otherworldly heights

Bringing herself

Her crème, so close to gold-colour flesh

Her brown, straight but with a wave hair

Up to a rise in air

With a demon left

She lets him be

As she stared down the air’s pit she came from,

Watching it with a force of power and dark eyes

She walks to the demon, who is trembling at her sight

…. She blows him a kiss, before giving him a soft kiss on his cheek

Her pink lips, so soft and naturally alluring

He faints, too overwhelmed with her essence

Dropping to his knees as he fades his consciousness out,

The demon begs to serve her

She tilts the demon’s eyes to look at her dark eyes

Irises and pupils so huge, he is paralyzed from gazing at his

As he hangs his mouth open, full of amazement at her, eyes filled with an

Experience of something wonderfully special

His breathtaking throat shuts off the oxygen supply of his breath, and her breath she is giving to him

She gives him a warm kiss on a cheek again, before pushing him down to

The bottom of the air she ascended powerfully from

Existing in the clouds, she floats to her throne, covered in the flowers of her colours

Taking a seat

She finds a new planet, never discovered for her

A childhood, reborn again on a throne of flowers, made for her discovery of the planet

Dark and powerful eyes watch the world from the ascent of clouds,

And her ruling position floats and flows huge, alert eyes across the country

Seeing what the girl held dear in her life

No longer crushed by air or manipulation, trying to conform her mind

 

A bottom of air, she would ascend from

 

Houses below her air

 

 

Reversed Day

 

 

The houses reverse themselves in time

 

A day that goes backwards in it’s light

 

A darkness spreads to float away from

 

Suburban homes

 

Satellite antenna spread light on metal, forming away the darkness

 

The fields in the distance are removed of night….

 

The hills in the distance

 

Are sunk without a dark

 

A light replaces them

 

Light spreads on hills, light spreads on fields

 

As it becomes a morning again

 

So early in the day. So up and ready to wake up in the morning….

 

A new day,

 

As the suburban neighbourhood wakes up….

 

Glass shines off a neighbourhood

 

When the day wakes itself up…. Taking out it’s alarm clock

 

An alarm clock that echoes through the neighbourhood…. Lively and awakened.

 

The light of morning, the dark of night

 

It makes this environment on the planet….

 

Bustle with life, coming to a

 

Reflective sunny life.

 

Then, everyone leaves their homes

 

To go

 

Somewhere

 

So far….

 

When a rain hits the planet

 

 

Demon

 

A mirror. A pair of feet. Standing. A look. A touch of glass.

A breaking person. A breaking room. A breaking eyesight.

Strange. No one should look like that. A sight of cruelty.

Everything looks alright. Not perfect. Just alright.

But that was enough. For a time. When everything that was alright….

When it saw a mirror…. No, no. It’s all wrong. The glass should be breaking.

Not I. The mirror should be the one to shatter. I am not made of glass.

But a shatter I feel in me. A shatter I see in you. You, looking anywhere but at me.

Why won’t the glass shatter? I’m not the cause of anything.

Everything that looks at it is so wrong. Glass doesn’t want to shatter when there’s not enough force to apply to it.

Everything seeing the glass has no power. Splitting apart, everything that sees a reflection wants to turn away.

Make everything better, or seize looking at a reminder.

Not sure whether to do one or the other. No way to do the first and put enough pressure on the glass.

No way to do the second and not feel pity for not leaving a lasting mark on the glass mirror.

So, a sleep. A sleep will cure everything. I go into a deep sleep.

A glass mirror shakes its head and sighs at me. There is no power pushing against its reflectiveness.

Everything that retreated into sleeping escapes, needs to wake up and crush that fragile glass.

The glass will break off into them. That is the point. A pressure that’s a strong wish.

Broken-away sleep and aimless rest

Glass breaks at my long-naked feet

 

 

Everybody but You (A Flowing World)

 

Everybody sees her

She’s in her own flowing world

Every pair of eyes looks at her, seeing a wonder

Every wonder is shown in her

 

She’s in her own bubble, floating through life

 

Not trying to lift herself up; Everybody who sees her wonder in the flowing world

 

Does her lifting for her

 

Spreading wings and catching air,

 

Every pair of eyes on the ground

Notices her otherworldly face

 

The ethereal eagle of clouds…. Of air.

 

Everybody sees you, floating over your life, nobody bothers to see a wonder, you hold

 

You haven’t seen the clouds yet, no pair of eyes can be bothered, to touch you

 

Wonder, floating through air, hardly with feet off your life, a planet’s stony ground

 

…. the stone makes your feet cold when they touch….

 

…. Floating up into the air, lying beyond the ground….

 

You see her, floating through her life, letting the air pass her by…. When she flaps her wings gently in a soft breeze….

 

Looking your eyes up at her, you realize everyone’s eyes are admiring her, as she takes a glide in the air.

 

A world flowing around you and her.

 

 

A Blow of Kiss (Lost to a Cool, Fall Wind)

 

Blowing him a kiss, she opens her eyes wide at him.

Feeling an effect of love, she feels himself flow out of him, inside her.

He’s hers now

He has formed himself into her life

 

A desire he wonders if he wished for all along

She doesn’t take her stare off him

She is looking at him, trying to figure him out

 

Something, she gets from him.

But it’s too late.

He doesn’t need to figure her out, anymore.

He wants to consume her.

He wishes to feed on her.

Bringing his teeth to her neck, he chews on a soft, edible flesh

Pleasant with an aroma of sex

Sinking teeth into her flesh as she breathes under his breath

A chewy, yummy texture

He chews a love into her

 

Holding her hand, he pressed it against his heart.

 

Feeling his heart, she realized he was dead.

 

In sadness, he lets go of her chewy neck.

 

Not wishing to let go of his hand, she firmly squeezes his heat tightly.

 

“Do you have to go?”

 

He never gave an answer. Feeling the taste of her flesh on his lips, he waves a sad goodbye to

 

Her life.

 

Leaving somewhere far, she never got a chance to watch him go.

 

She only thinks where he is now….

 

Never a sight…. Again.

 

Blowing in a fall wind.

 

When it gets cool in a season

 

Maybe it’s better if she doesn’t think of such things

 

She walks in a cool, fall wind…. Too

 

 

Something around her is missing.

 

 

 

Reversed Clock (Ticking Fantasy)

 

 

The clock ticks and ticks,

 

But it doesn’t bother to move

 

Ahead in time

 

Moving slowly backwards

 

It only stops

 

When it cannot move behind

 

Anymore

 

 

It has run out of time

 

As the clock sputters and breaks

 

 

The time sputters….

 

And skips ahead

 

To a point

Where time speeds

Up

Too, too fast to

Understand

What is going

On

A confused mind

Lost in time

Lost to time

Confused

And

Falling

Apart

 

Somehow

A mind

Dies

To sacrifice

Its time

To give

The planet

Some time

To live

 

 

A revered ticking

Of the clock

 

But still,

A nostalgia for the past years remains

A ticking clock that

 

Destroyed

 

Something that cannot ever

Be brought back to life.

 

The clock ticks a time, backwards to forget about whatever it never remembered.

 

A wish that was lost to time…. A forgetful fantasy

 

Of a passing time….

 

 

The Hole (Death Pit)

 

Having shoved ourselves into a hole, we can not get up

Having shoved ourselves into a pit, we wish to lay there and

Die.

Having tried for so, so long to get out of the hole, we just fall back in,

Sliding on the sides of the dirt.

As we scream our way back into the black.

Is there no end to this nonsense? Will we ever find our way out? Is there a way to escape and grab hold of our dreams?

Our dreams are buried under the dirt of the pit

Our dreams are buried under the sand that creates the sky of the pit

Even if we climb up, the sand buries us in it

Even if we suffocate while pushing our heads in the sand, we will die a slow and painful death

So, what is the way to create an escape out of the pit’s depth

And let us finally…. Finally…. Finally…. Reach our dreams….

So, so, so far up above the very highest reaches of the sand and

It’s dead suffocation?

 

 

I do not know

 

Maybe I imagine there is no way

 

To smile and laugh at our dreams…. Our dreams we imagine for ourselves.

 

Our dreams…. We have yet to imagine for ourselves.

 

Our precious dreams that mean so much…. The dreams we never imagined for ourselves.

 

The dreams we never will imagine. For ourselves to fly.

 

We need to fly above the sand’s breath.

 

We wish to live and die above a sand’s breath.

 

 

Breathing our own.

 

Fresh. Air.

 

 

There needs to be a way out….

 

 

 

There needs to be.

 

 

 

As eyes….

 

 

 

They are a watcher.

 

 

 

….

 

 

 

Out at sea, the waves splash.

 

 

 

 

There’s no one there

 

 

 

 

Woke Up (A Colour of White)

 

 

I woke up one day

 

My bed was white

 

The sunlight was a shining white

 

I was in a bedroom

 

I never recognized

 

 

Fading, the bedroom fell to be remembered

 

The sunlight was no longer white

 

 

Fell Asleep (Early Night)

 

I fell asleep

I hit my head on black

I fell unconscious

I felt my eyesight fall so deeply asleep

 

 

I woke up at evening, at dusk

I lifted my head down to sleep

I lay outside

I smashed my head on a rock

Dusk was only so close to finished

I slept like a baby through the rest of it

 

I was awakened at night

The sun had gone down

 

My mind was asleep

I dreamed of a death that made no sense

 

 

Nostalgia (Visions of a Planet/Colour of Days)

 

 

A powerful force

 

A dream that affects the sight of a planet

 

A dream that wishes for you to remember a colourful day

 

A dream that wished for you to be warm

 

 

Reminded of some days lost,

 

Wishing the visions would exist again on the

 

Planet....

 

 

But they never will.

 

 

The Sunset…. What is Truly Left?

 

It shines

A colour at the end of a day

 

 

It shines…. Fading into a horizon…. longed to be seen by life….

 

It sleeps…. Unsure how to end its life….

 

 

It fades….

 

 

Content with dying….

 

 

Maybe its death wasn’t as bad as it seemed to be.

 

 

Night was born out of somewhere.

 

 

Cicadas wish for a dark….

 

 

To chirp into quiet, distant sounds of life….

 

 

…. A wish.

 

 

 

 

The sunset is the end of the day.

 

 

 

A thoughtful air of a finish cycle.

 

 

 

Where there is no wind.

 

 

 

 

…. But then she leaves her home, when a night sinks….

 

 

 

 

 

What’s truly left after everything has moved on?

 

 

 

 

 

The day and the night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He and she don’t know.

 

 

A Night….

 

Eyes on her and him.

There was a separation.

 

At night.

 

 

Colour pours into a night’s sky

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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