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Shades of You

Grey, that’s all there is now.

I used to be the brightest iteration of alizarin crimson, and I wore my lustrous colours proudly on my chest to disguise the bloody cancer secretly tearing irreparable holes inside my slowly-withering system. So bold and reckless I was, that soon I found myself losing full control and suddenly careening headfirst onto your blue brick wall, and well…the collision was more violent, more radiant, more spectacular than you and I and anyone else could ever begin to imagine. No freshest shade of unhealing bruise nor deepest sour of aged wine could ever compare to the stunning explosion of blinding indigo we left on the scene of the accident, that day. The perfect way your incandescent glows and mine contrasted together and exquisitely showered the atmosphere, it was rather exhilarating.

But like everything that’s been left out under the sun just a little too long, the vibrant hues we initially adored and reverently shared started to quietly fade; akin to a rampant disease viciously working its way past our frail bodies, fingertips first. We could do naught but weep dull stardust as we held ourselves together in the tightest embrace, in the desperate yet ultimately futile hopes that we could still preserve our deteriorating youth—that if we hid away well enough, we could keep even just a sliver, even just a sleepless teardrop, of the resplendent spectrum we once thought we would carry along with the siren songs of this universe forever.

But in the end, it was all for nothing.

Soon enough, you had strangely turned into a serpentine shade of lucid green, and my hazy eyes began to see nothing else but charcoal wastelands and bleeding ash. Oh, how we’ve both drastically changed. And maybe not quite for the better. Still, I don’t wish to stain your newfound emerald gleam with my obscene tenebrescence, so as much as it caused a solemn ache to my soulful bones, I decided to completely detach myself and stay away from you for the time being. Instead, I’ll simply attempt to completely capture your eternal likeness onto pure cotton canvas—resolutely translating all of those clashing galaxies and kaleidoscopic tones into softer stencils and lifeless monochrome.

Perhaps someday, if I blink the awaiting future away and press on my eyelids hard enough, it might conjure back even a stray phantom of the forgotten iridescence that your dull, graphite-sketched countenance used to boast; gentle pastels warmly seeping in and bringing back the dusky ochre in your hair, the cloudless afternoon horizons back in your irises, perhaps even reviving the blushing cosmos of your clever lips, boyish and lazily smug as it twists into an elegant sunflower smile. The worst kind. The kind I somehow find myself missing the most these days.

But for now, grey is the only undertone I unfortunately possess. And it’s the only way I could captivate your ephemeral memory to return home within my gossamer dreams night after night after night, until my tiring lungs finally let go of my last saved breath and I inevitably coalesce into a sepulchral heaven—a bleak, distorted paradise where I’ll be doomed to roam with fellow spirits of black and white, for deathless infinities to come.

And after then, after then…who will be left to remember your name?

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Out Of My Mind

“Nobody wants to hear you
Cry about your breakup, so drop it.”
Well, that’s fine too because
I’m fucking sick of talking about it
Let’s talk about shows and ghosts
And shows and clothes…

~*~

beat me green and blue

until my eyes have tunnel vision

nobody wants to hear me

shed bullets and load ammunition

as the screws in my head

are just twisted too tight to be right

and you can spin it around

and around, but you’ll lose the fight

utter an overplayed excuse

i know i look like a burst drained pipe

and i mix up cryptic words

so you can’t tell or tread on which side

and i’m the human definition

of infinite futility and endless frustration

acting upside down and under

over and over like a patience in remission

so beat me up in black and grey

until my porcelain skin turns deathly pale

i’ll send my wretched self home

at least one of us lived to tell the tragic tale.

~*~

See, I’m like you without good moods and
My cave’s my room where I’ll cave too
Yeah, I’m like you without good moods
And you’ll be sorry when you come to…

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shamrock lime

raging, shaking

chase serpentine

labels in ideas

of shamrock lime

a metal heavy

rockflow steady

bongo tapping

keeping in time

evergreen thought

shamrock lime

yours is the beat

not the rhyme

sunglasses shade

and liquor unpaid

cigarette smoke ring

hand anchor sign

sticks and bones

all broken for home

bad facade and

height undeclined

blaze and back

for your punk tracks

shamrock lime boy

lucky you’ll be mine.

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Technicolour

pink stains

on lily petals

purple rain

in its coevals

a red boy

writing letters

green toy

spins in flatters

black rose

for that beauty

white pose

sing it with me

a blue girl

on the sun rays

yellow twirl

awed she plays

orange eyes

happily sparkled

rainbow lives

hearts all coloured.

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A Covetous Call Of Clarity

Just like a tick, I’m itching the back of your throat
You miss the beat while I’m hanging on every note
You gotta choke cause you swallowed a problem
Not gonna take this, not gonna take this!

~*~

I despised your guiling swords of histrionic eloquence

Sharp tongue slashing cuts to the point of garishness

Every clanking word like an aged hard treacle in its tartiness

Your kisses causing me tooth decay and imminent stress

.

“Oh you silly bird, I’m not a threat” you oh-so silkily assured

And how careless it was of my ineptitude to believe that

All your prior motives were bleached white, strikingly pure

I bit on the card, despite the murky venom you clearly spat

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How was I, a desperado, to have foretold this tragedy?

How was I to surmise that you’ve hidden a weightless dice?

When I look back on your lifelines, your inscribed litanies

All I envision is an ostentatious parade of chromatic lies

.

Where was my head in all of these? Distorted in the grey clouds

That you created with every breath as you sat smoking your pipe

A most rancid smell, yet intoxicating, of tobacco compound

But I was too indulged in the bittersweet nicotine to fight

.

“Oh, I’m an incarnadine goddess, a quite reliable vial of blood

Just let me be your saving grace, let me be your TNT spark”

And I let you flambeaux up the resting embers in my chest

And despite all my cautious prayers, I detonated nonetheless

.

Now where do I stand? Sullenly relaying your past discourse

The way an ashen-faced prisoner would steal a fallen lamplight

Just to read his personal announcements, bereft and morose

Clutching tightly a letter about his execution by hanging tonight

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I’m defeated by your idiosyncrasies, your imagination is a tight rope around my neck

It pains me to even conjure the thought that to your fabrications I’ve been a gracious host

In the end, it all comes down to a single statement, a mouth with a flair for the dramatic

I’ll let your virtuoso hands pull the trapdoor lever, fingers trembling as I give up the ghost

.

A final violent shade of verdure is beginning to spread, clashing against my bruise-blotched cheeks

Blossoming briskly, an ironic requiem, though I’ve sorely wished for nothing but for them to already wilt

Somehow those sentimental chemicals in my asphyxiated brain keep acting as a mercurial fertiliser score

My last deathwish is that you’d be kind to pluck them from my heart, loved one, after all, what’s a single tear more?

~*~

I swear your head is bigger than us all, getting bigger
Go slit your own throat, slit your own throat!
You’re more turned on than anyone could be by yourself
Go slit your own throat, slit your own throat!

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Melting Crayons

~*~

Red

The colour of

a thousand sunsets

falling altogether

in the paradise

that scarlet angels

had created for

you and me.

~*~

Yellow

Floating rubber duck

smiling sun in the paper corner

raincoat for stormy days

sunflowers bloom in the summer

the stars twinkling merry

lemonade in the cool backyard

and that light still incensed

in the purest childish innocence.

~*~

Green

Alien worlds

mint-skin men

perhaps,

in the crowning glory

of Neptune

Yet;

seas, aquamarine

with creatures

so abyssal

holds more mystery

in its lagoon.

~*~

Orange

Eccentric, you were

with your ginger hair

and your freckled nose

and your sweet ‘n sour demeanour

Strange, you were

with hard seeds in your heart

and that sodium light skin

and that aftertaste you left so bitter.

~*~

Purple

Calm and cool

walk a manner

don’t even blink—

royal and regal

amethyst nails

why even think?

lipstick so dark

leave kiss mark

don’t try to sink!

the stain you left

is a sole memory

like a bard with no ink.

~*~

Pink

You’re my candy queen

you’re my sweet sixteen

you’re my autumn bloom

your cheeks rosy flushing

carnation hair’s billowing

you’re a strawberry moon

you’re a bubblegum sweet

your words a cherry treat

you’re sunrise on a spoon

you’re my watermelon cool

you’re a cotton candy spool

you’re my heart’s nom de plume.

~*~

Blue

Those days

where there’s

not a hint

of the horizon

just the sky and sea

melting together

into a pale blue

infinity.

~*~

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Viridian Gaze

You have the warmest eyes of glittering jade

And scintillating sparkles of asterism emeralds

But, more precious than any gemstone made

Because it holds motley stories yet to be said…

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It’s like the chartreuse grass by my ankles

Tickling my every giggling whimsical fancy

Sluggish summer, in the bright farm fields

On a soft valley of lush growth and verdancy

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It’s like a fractal ray of the mellowest sunlight

Passing through a crystal glass of absinthe

Little green fairy floating ever so daintily

Flowing into your liquid fragile pair of iris

.

It’s like that little hint and sharp tang of lime

That rests ever nicely on my pink tongue

Or a lone dark olive that’s left at the bottom

Of an empty martini glass at an after-hours run

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It’s like hot tea served on a bleak rainy day

Relaxing your frazzled brittle gloomy nerves

Or a refreshing sweet mint to cool the mouth

And to soothe your twitchy broken words

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It’s like a bright shamrock-splashed parade

On Saint Patrick’s Day, filled with sheer fun

And as lucky as a picked four-leaf clover

And as happy as a dancing ginger leprechaun

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It’s like frothy waves of seafoam splashed

By the shores of a desolate sunset beach

And the message in a bottle that it washes up

Just a quaint mysterious unopened treat

.

A beautiful colour of balance, growth, a colour showing creativity and creation

Green shades clashing, entwining, dotting flecks of brown, grey, and hazel

No wonder I lose myself in depths of new worlds, lost in limerent emotion

When I catch myself in your viridian gaze and into your prismatic green eyes I stare.

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