My emotions as colors,
There are only three.
Red,blue, and black are these,
Each has a meaning known only to me.
Red is for fury,
In more ways than one.
Bloody murderous rage,
Or intangible lust.
Blue is for sorrow,
An old acquaintance to me.
It twits and shapes my inner needs,
Into wanty nights and lonely dreams.
Black is for.... well black,
Dark and desperate.
Pulling me down into the bowels,
Of inhuman pain and respite.
These three colors,
As simple as they may be,
All have a powerful meaning to me.
Three colors that to others,
Don't mean anything.
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Who is He?
PoetryA look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
