Anger
Fire
Hot molten lava
It rises in my throat
It burns
It scorches
It builds up
Day after day
It EXPLODES.
And now what is left?
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
The Color Palette of My Life
The Color Palette of My Life
Soft, light, smooth, fiery, lush, dark, blinding.
Anything.
Soft for that feeling as you lie in bed with the covers tucked around you, your pillow cushioning your head.
Light for that daisy that ripples in the breeze that reminds you of summer.
Smooth for the feeling of the pencil gliding across the paper making anything you want it to make.
Fiery for that anger that builds and builds until it explodes and there’s nothing left.
Lush for the plants that fill your garden and ask for company and care.
Dark for that feeling that you will never be safe no matter where you are, no matter who is with you, no matter what is ahead.
Blinding for the sun that blinds out the bad things.
The color palette of my life.
Soft, light, smooth, fiery, lush, dark, blinding.
Anything.
Soft for that feeling as you lie in bed with the covers tucked around you, your pillow cushioning your head.
Light for that daisy that ripples in the breeze that reminds you of summer.
Smooth for the feeling of the pencil gliding across the paper making anything you want it to make.
Fiery for that anger that builds and builds until it explodes and there’s nothing left.
Lush for the plants that fill your garden and ask for company and care.
Dark for that feeling that you will never be safe no matter where you are, no matter who is with you, no matter what is ahead.
Blinding for the sun that blinds out the bad things.
The color palette of my life.
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