-My Love, Assorted Poetry-

-Green Is Angry-

Colors swirl and spin about my head,

Each spiral whispering words no longer spoken,

For they utter a language that ripples and phases in and out of being dead.

They speak until I cannot see.

I cannot bleed, nor can I be.

I am the colors that fade into me.

Green is the color of angry,

Sickening and ill.

You squirm in disgust,

You are your own boiling sickness.

Yellow is a feeling of great surprise,

It sparks fear and anxiety that shivers through shattered shards of eyes.

It bleeds into the back of my skull,

Filling it with frantic words until everything I say feels null.

Just run, don't look back.

Run until you finally lose track,

Derailed and exhausted beyond fear.

Alone but accompanied by myself here.

Red is a color of courage and joy,

It whispers delight and helps my heart to ignite.

Red inspires me to take my stride in flight,

Like strands of space sap of which I employ!

Blue is the color of everything, including you.

It stays by our side, faithful and true.

Blue is the love of the sky and the sea,

Blue is you as you are unto me.

Blue downcast in a draft,

Fluttering through the flesh of blood.

Blue the world as seen from above.

High above, the angels call.

High above, stars line each wall.

Purple scratches all through silent space,

Making up a strange smiling sort of face.

In-between the canvass purple creates,

Are spots of orange.

Orange shall signal wonder and the fruits of life,

In-between each speck of that which is built of persistence even through strife.

It is the curiosity of what we do not know,

Accompanying us wherever we may go.

I am shivering in colors unseen,

You are colors plucked from a secret garden.

We are colors mixed into the white void of our canvas,

Making and mixing into art dubbed outlandish.

We are colors on a blank black wall.

People are colors standing witness to it all.

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