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Love, anger, blood, or a rose bed
A path of stardom upon which chosens tread.
Danger of a poisonous apple to be fed
to an uncrowned beauty whose lips tell a tale unsaid.
The wall inside his head,
With imagination it is all set to be painted.
Imagination lit by the color-Red.
The depths of the ocean that can never be seen through
An open mind like the limitless sky, flying in freedom found new.
Of the beauty that lies in her eyes, she had no clue.
The wall inside his head ready to be born anew,
to unravel the mysteries that it held-the color blue.
Darkness, negativity, engulfed the sad sack.
So lonely, no one to catch her when she falls back.
But there is another face to this, that should not be held back.
Elegance, simplicity and beauty in those locks of hair falling on her bare back.
The wall inside his head says, "Explore! Experiment, with the most versatile of all" -the color black.
Peace, purity, everything that is right.
The moon in the night, pearls and diamonds sparkling in sunlight.
Cold winters all merry when snow is in sight.
His mind not willing to surrender in fright
of upsetting the face of the wall, that he might.
Ready to wear a new face, ready to come alive, the wall inside his head-In plain white.
Now, he picked up the brush and splashed colors on the wall to unfold,
locks of hair, white skin, blue eyes, red lips-A perfect mould.
Born from those colors was her and a tale, to be told, and re-told.
A path of stardom upon which chosens tread.
Danger of a poisonous apple to be fed
to an uncrowned beauty whose lips tell a tale unsaid.
The wall inside his head,
With imagination it is all set to be painted.
Imagination lit by the color-Red.
The depths of the ocean that can never be seen through
An open mind like the limitless sky, flying in freedom found new.
Of the beauty that lies in her eyes, she had no clue.
The wall inside his head ready to be born anew,
to unravel the mysteries that it held-the color blue.
Darkness, negativity, engulfed the sad sack.
So lonely, no one to catch her when she falls back.
But there is another face to this, that should not be held back.
Elegance, simplicity and beauty in those locks of hair falling on her bare back.
The wall inside his head says, "Explore! Experiment, with the most versatile of all" -the color black.
Peace, purity, everything that is right.
The moon in the night, pearls and diamonds sparkling in sunlight.
Cold winters all merry when snow is in sight.
His mind not willing to surrender in fright
of upsetting the face of the wall, that he might.
Ready to wear a new face, ready to come alive, the wall inside his head-In plain white.
Now, he picked up the brush and splashed colors on the wall to unfold,
locks of hair, white skin, blue eyes, red lips-A perfect mould.
Born from those colors was her and a tale, to be told, and re-told.
Literature
A Voice In The Wind
A Voice In The Wind
I can only think of how much I miss you
The fragments of my shell scatter
The smiling dreams of you rupture
On the inside, I know it's wrong
That I still cling onto you as I fail to carry on
I try and search for where my passion belongs
I can only remember how much I loved you
Tribulations welcome singularity
Upon the footholds of my diverse insecurities
I still whisper apologies to try and feel a difference
Because I can't take any more of this sleepless conscience
And I don't know which one of us is the one who is unforgiven
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I will always be the arms of the storm
Trying to rebuild what was most dear to me
I don't
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The Shades Of My Eyes
The Shades Of My Eyes
Emerald:
Treading along a path of healing
Within an aura of rejuvenation
Restore the strongest force of life
Renew these weakening limits of mine
Devotion has no means to an end
There is only hope and strength to be lent
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Azure:
Just like the void called the sky
Even the clouds don't hinder sight
A storm could be brewing
And lightning could be striking
But there is no fear dwelling
Only a calm, tranquil feeling
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Violet:
A rarity itself
An enigma that stands out
A peace that transcends
An energy that ascends
A strong person who is still only human
An outcome of living within the moment
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Gold:
Like a stunning s
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The Error of My Ways.
Head back
to where the die was cast.
Arise, reluctant to bare witness
to what unfolds.
Back where I believed,
like some arrogant fool,
that the good of the outcome,
outweighed the erroneous methods.
My delusions have turned so vivid
that they become commonplace
with my reality,
running hand in hand
towards my downfall
as a friendly face in the crowd...
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THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO ALL ARTISTS. Respect, love and peace to all. m/
Colors are most unique and beautiful thing sin the whole wide world. They express human emotions in ways unimaginable. So I put in a lot of thought in this.
I had a specific someone in my mind while writing this poem. hope you all can figure whose face it is! xD if not it's okay, let your imagination take control
Colors are most unique and beautiful thing sin the whole wide world. They express human emotions in ways unimaginable. So I put in a lot of thought in this.
I had a specific someone in my mind while writing this poem. hope you all can figure whose face it is! xD if not it's okay, let your imagination take control
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you write really well..... the way u started off each separately and then how u put together it all in the end.... that is amazing really..... i wish I could write like that.... wow.. thats really crazy i should say!