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Colours [Poem]


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White

In a room full of white walls

And hardwood
And empty dreams and broken things--
Or was it the reverse?
With no windows nor colours
Just an ocean
Of promises and dust--
What's the difference?
A kindly man set a paintbrush
Down with a simple instruction--
A foolish man set a paintbrush
And a curse.
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Blue

For the second time

An ocean made its home in
My head
For the first time
A flash-flood made its home in
My bed
For the last time
I'll make your heart at home in
The ruin
Of the girl that you're in
Time to break her heart
And how can you keep swimming just by
Taking time for kissing a lie
That you keep dismissing goodbye
So I just keep wishing you'd--
Well, we both already have.
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Red

In the sand, in the sunset,

In your arms,
In a total lack of spirit, soul or
Something, please just anything that cares
So we kissed, so we danced there
And danced there
And danced there
So my heart skipped a beat
On a record
Just another broken record
Just another broken
Bone
And flesh
And steel
And blood
And danced there
And screamed
And struck
And slew
And danced there
Midnight passed long ago, love.
Our pumpkins await.
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Yellow

So how could they have hated you?

You were a butterfly
In the goldenrod
And I, just a moth.
And how could you have fallen for
The precious shadow
On which you land?
Which none of us deserved.
And how could they have tarnished you?
Your wings were painted bright,
In scathing flame.
Since then, you cast no shadow.
So how could I have carried you?
When you burned me too?
When the cinders soared
To the hardwood floor
And the freshest coat of
Curse
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Black

And the walls went up in flames

Golden-seared, crimson gushed
And blew oceans forth.
And the walls, just as empty
As the day on which
A spiteful man set a paintbrush
But now-- dark.
Maybe this was my colour.
Maybe emptiness is a colour.
Maybe hollow,
Maybe cold,
May belong to me.
A broken girl set a paintbrush
On fire.
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