Its better to think the worst and apologize for being wrong than to blindly but blissfully trust and be made to feel like a fool for trusting so easily?
Today I am a kite
It is said that Fate, are three Spinsters sister who control human
life using strings that connect the moments
our lives together.
I believe,
among those millions of strings
exists a single thread of trust just long enough to wrap
around a pink. The perfect promise to never to let the wind
carry me away.
For,
I am that kite with too many keys and not enough
locks. A bit too long a tail but motely in color. Too high
to distinguish faces, even on the brightest of sunny day.
Showing posts with label Colors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Colors. Show all posts
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
The awakening moments of vibrancy
She wakes to yellow light breathing on her skin from cracked doors.
The ethereal hues half captures her attention.
White noise drowns the other half.
She listens as the tilt bed gushes to the ceiling, about the
lovely intertwined colors under its blankets.
Her silver shines vibrant and erogenous as neon sex in a window.
Emollient scents the sheets and perspiration licks her flesh,
With redolent perfume and vibrants moments she drifts back to sleep
Sunday, November 14, 2010
3 days of sleep
it rained friday and again sunday. maybe it happened saturday but i was too unaware of anything to notice something as lovely as the rain saturday. too far inside my mind. too tired or plain ole didnt care.
i wondered and thought about a lot of colors, instincts, and behaviors as i often do when i shut myself away from the world.
most suicides occur in the spring. the month of may has been noted for its high rate of suicide. mayday approaches. maybe its because i am such a romantic that i thought the best month to take ones life would be february
not that i think about suicide often. call it my guarded secret obsession with the idea of death. which apparently isnt that much of a secret. death, creation, purpose and those are just the things i find fascinating.
captivating is a whole new list that includes birds, change, clouds and time. i can go on and on but lets continue.
the clouds have been beautiful lately and i feel as though i am the only one to notice. it rains more in the city than any place else and contrary to popular beliefs is very quiet. only because you grow to have selective hearing. and that i believe is the only reason i can sleep with the window open for 3 days straight.
it rained friday and again sunday. maybe it happened saturday but i was too unaware of anything to notice something as lovely as the rain saturday. too far inside my mind. too tired or plain ole didnt care.
i wondered and thought about a lot of colors, instincts, and behaviors as i often do when i shut myself away from the world.
most suicides occur in the spring. the month of may has been noted for its high rate of suicide. mayday approaches. maybe its because i am such a romantic that i thought the best month to take ones life would be february
not that i think about suicide often. call it my guarded secret obsession with the idea of death. which apparently isnt that much of a secret. death, creation, purpose and those are just the things i find fascinating.
captivating is a whole new list that includes birds, change, clouds and time. i can go on and on but lets continue.
the clouds have been beautiful lately and i feel as though i am the only one to notice. it rains more in the city than any place else and contrary to popular beliefs is very quiet. only because you grow to have selective hearing. and that i believe is the only reason i can sleep with the window open for 3 days straight.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
Canvas and lies
The red paint splashed on her, trying to dry, its way permanent to the skin. Dripping from red hair on to my cheeks seeping into the between and betwixt
In each crease did I feel it tickle down.
Today was red. The drugs unfortunately enhanced the hues. And afterwards I was still sicken with red. Ugly staining red. It smelled of death and decay. Putrid with its presence on my flesh.
Bright fucking red. Powerful and obtrusive. It was until I was given green, and blue and orange. Purples, and yellow, yes sweet sickening yellow I miss you also. More than lavender, and black, silver, white and amber.
Pink, indigo, Oh god, magenta and lilac.
Finally! I took a shower and watched it wash down the drain. No more red. Red. Red. Red Trying to dry, dry, dry its way permanent on my skin.
In each crease did I feel it tickle down.
Today was red. The drugs unfortunately enhanced the hues. And afterwards I was still sicken with red. Ugly staining red. It smelled of death and decay. Putrid with its presence on my flesh.
Bright fucking red. Powerful and obtrusive. It was until I was given green, and blue and orange. Purples, and yellow, yes sweet sickening yellow I miss you also. More than lavender, and black, silver, white and amber.
Pink, indigo, Oh god, magenta and lilac.
Finally! I took a shower and watched it wash down the drain. No more red. Red. Red. Red Trying to dry, dry, dry its way permanent on my skin.