Colors Of The Rainbows

 

 

♡♡

 

Sweetness, 

Ye are, at thy core.

 

Ye are covered in bruises

Every shade of purple and orange,

Brown and yellow,

From banging thyself silly over trying to figure it out.

 

It is but a secret game played on 

Thine insatiably enduring mask 

Of naiveity

N'er to be explained.

 

In all the aeons of time, evermore...

'Tis thou angelic ones 

Such as thee, 

Strategically positioned.

 

It is specifically arranged in this way for you,

And those who pry snorting nares into

Piles of rubbish from concerns not theirs,

And so they will reap the same.

 

Must I write thee some flagrant rhyme

Or forked poetic verse

To inform thou,

That

Niggers,

Come in every color and hue?

 

Must I serenade it

Upon thy wanting ears...thy pouting heart,

That

This imagery

Dost indeed reek of thee?

 

♡♡

 

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SSmoothie's picture

colours can hurt. great

colours can hurt.

great write! powerfully mind bending!


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Most definitely. I see words

Most definitely. I see words like colours, and yet, neither have any meaning at all without man's definition. All they are is a designated point in time and space where we all eventually arrive at... and either stay, or leave. 

Thx for reading.

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

bishu's picture

The true self indeed reeks to view despite coatings of niceties

A Baby Sermon
~George MacDonald

 

The lightning and thunder
They go and come;
But the stars and the stillness
Are always at home.


©bishu 

 

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Thank you, dear respected

Thank you, dear respected Bishu!! Great man of the sea's murky waters!! Hope for blue skies sailing your way yet, dear friend♡♥♡

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

bishu's picture

Skies will never ever sail.. Its the only truth which is constan

Skies will never ever sail in my way.. Its the only truth which is constant.Respected Madam nightlight1220 my heart is heavy filled with sand.A desert.. not a dessert as many think it to be.Wishing you all the happiness & joy meant for you.~Sincerely ~Thanks~for~your~kindness


©bishu