you say

i am pale

pale pale p a l e

i have thunderstorm colored eyes

i am many colors inside

like a wildflower meadow

like evening skies

just because of my candle light skin

i am not pale. i am full of colors

sometimes.

tilt your head up to the crowded, heavy sky

watch it fall

it isn’t sad, but something a little more

tangible

lingering in the creases of hands that have let go

behind every torn and put together photograph that you

glance over on late nights

a fire’s exhale after dying, over and over

the acrid smell curling around the

tendrils of your hair

soft and harsh crammed into

one being

so busy yet

so empty

all at once

to you, it might be something like loneliness

but to me,

it can’t be anything but home.

My favorite color?

That's easy.

It's been my favorite since I was little.

Roses can be this color.

Highliters too.

Other flowers,

The color of flamingos and bubble gum,

Strawberry smoothies and ice cream,

Erasers and cotton candy,

Pigs and hair,

Types of clothes,

Have you guessed my favorite color yet?

Its the color of roses,

The name of a fruit,

The color of the Sun,

The color of grass,

The color of the ocean,

A name for girls,

The color of grapes,

It's a color scheme, you see,

Because I'm too indecisive to chose just one color.

Swimming through the air.

It may seem sad,

like a tear.

Salty.

But, you can't float

on fear.

I am free,

seeming to fly

through the air and sea.

The clouds can't hide me.

Their rain

can only be seen as a gain,

for it will show my reign.

It will show my freedome.

The Color That I Am

That Only I Can See

Is Slowly Killing Me

The Color Of The Darkness

And The Evil In Your Heart

And It Is Ripping Me Apart

The Color Of The Night

And The Emptyness Around

Is Tying Me Up And Holding Me Down

Yes, The Color That I Am

That Now You Can See

Is The Thing That Makes Me, Me........

For the longest time my favourite colour was just beige,

no personality, or originality

I was seen, not heard, from a very young age.

For the longest time I liked the shades of cream,

a people pleaser, a negotiator

when conflict came, I’d dilute the screams.

For the longest time I was mostly unnoticeable,

No opinions, a background colour,

a calming tone of complimentary neutral.

I always thought that beige and cream were metaphors for being nice,

I’d paint myself with shades of stone, even when the colours weren’t right,

I’d smile and nod, say yes to things that really didn’t suit me,

so it’s time to show my true colours ,paint red

........and maybe turn a bit nasty.

Youth’s kiss on her cheek.

What’s in a name?

Dust coats the bloom

What’s in a name?

Sweet Liam, what’s your relation?

You’re the plural of said color

'Tis also the identification

of her, this singular singer.

Make a posy..

Think,

ink,

and make it prosy.

the color that fills your mind as you drift off to slumber

it smiles at you in a field of popcorn-like flowers

a bathtub full of calming suds

it pulls you in

and suddenly you're submerged

crystals, geodes, bath salts