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Try not to let them see you sweat, or in your case, glisten. But if ever your heart is heavy, your face wet, I'm always here to listen. Not just willing, baby I'm insisting. Let me kiss away, the stress of every day. Been working all day?
dear precious and dexterous,
the house in the hills of cinque terre,
is resplendent in its alluring wealth.
it is orange,
A yellow twinkle in your eyes,
A smile in your beautiful, red heart.
A bright future full of clear hope,
A clear, blue sky to paint your talent.
A lavender purple to show your grace,
I look around me
All of my family
As if they were
Fresh white paint
On a wall
I am a black smudge
On that wall
I am different
From them all
I look at my friends
There he was,
a clown
grasping for the balloons in his belly reaching outside the classroom for more than this,
he finds himself in clouds, puffyness, a softness in colors yet is bound to the ground,
Life becomes rather monochromatic
when you become very melodramatic,
because your friends aren't really estatic
to talk to the self fanatic,
and social interation becomes problematic,
Identity is more than a name,
Identity is who I was and who I became.
Underneath the thick veneer,
My heartbeat lies and holds all my fear.
And with each click and thump and beat,
Blind Ambition
Keeps me wishin'
I had someone like You
Orange burst
of passion
Purple mist
Glistening ice shards
sunlight coats the frozen field
magic morning glow
Rustling desert sands
wind whipping at tender flesh
dangerous beauty
Mightiest oak tree
She had a Janere cat with fat and iggly paws
and every time he spoke, he flashed his great white jaws.
When I was your age,
The sky was purple
The geese were green and flew home for winter.
When I was your age,
The sun set blue
and rose from the watery deep and vibrant maroon.
When I was your age,
I'm a chromatic entity
A colorful enigma; different hues of reasoning
Vibrant as a rainbow, dim as a cloudy shadow
Are you understanding me?
A red rocket soaring free; just let me be
In days to come I write of hope,
I write of beaming white.
I scrawl of joy and scribble truth,
and smiling, sweet aloof.
