before finding you
life constantly was unclear
a sight for sore eyes
before finding you
life constantly was unclear
a sight for sore eyes
share historic times
when things went bump in the night
meant run for your life
Black was the bridge I stood on
Lost in its nothingness
Grasping desperately for blue skies
Grasping for anything really- anything that could ground me
Surround me with dirt so brown, I can bury these gray thoughts
And then water them with ambition so purple I sprout new roots
Roots so unrecognizable to the red hands stained with my blood
The same red hands that tried to drown me in yellow waters and told the world they were just killing me with kindness
Except it was minus the kind
It was my mind that paid the price for a hunger so intense it turned you green with envy
They found you in me
Unaware that though you were removed
Remnants of your not so bright colors remained in my once vibrant veins
And now when I try to love in every color I assume I’ll be declined
Stolen was the sparkle that set me apart
Leaving me colorblind
Use my time to take my time
Make sure I do it right
one two three one two three
There’s a good chance of rain tonight
Sky turned grey
And the rain fell harder
I move in rhythmic agreement
My curtsy begged for the sky to open
Cleanse my soul of all its bleeding
-What is this dance called-
-And do you do it everyday-
I dance these moves for my pain
And my rain dance washes it away
One star follows me
Running away lit my fire
Easy to see now
Whats your favorite form of poetry?
I have been writing more Haiku’s lately. Challenging myself at just how much power I can put within three lines.
This poem is the result of a poetry prompt posted by an Instagram account I follow. Like what you see? Be share to comment and/or share if time allows. I’d love to hear from you.
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