My favourite color is green,
It depicts my nature, helpful and serene.
It is used to signify 'go',
The movement associated with it, you must know.
I'm fascinated by the diversity of this hue,
It makes me feel very fresh and new.
My mind works better in its surrounding,
It is the lush green leaves that comfort my breath, when I am pounding.
This color contributes towards a healthy lifestyle,
It is so abundant, that everyone has unknowingly loved this color for a little while.
I am full of Fire
I Demand to be Heard
and I will not extinguish Myself
because you’re afraid of being Burned
"Color of Life".
I don't know,
what is the color of your hatred,
But I know what color
you have for me (discovered for my life)
why I have always been so sad and alone,
You made me remain on those fake promises and faith that once you gave to me,
I thought you will change your color from being "Black To Red"
From Hurtful person to lovable.
But I was wrong
You are still a black color
for me and my heart.
"A kind invitation"
You think I do not know what you are,
what is your evil nature.
Disguised as a face of sweet dove,
She has the darkness of Heil in her mind,
with your soul full of thorns and
You do not know that my light is innate
And it can reach the depths of the darkest abyss.
My mind is agile and fast as a lioness,
And my skin is cast from the strongest metals.
All your little games, I know it by heart.
because I have battled beasts bigger than you and with more strength than you.
You think that you frighten me with your words full of manipulation and lies
Disguised as enlightened words that comes with double intentions.
Lies of a simple witch.
Come fight me h...
I'm a different religion than most
But when I admit that to people, I'm toast
My religion and the color of my skin aren't what define me
But to those who see me, they think that's what defines me, but I don't agree
The color of my skin is what most people, I don't like saying this, hate
And that doesn't make me feel first rate
So, when you see me, don't judge me based on my skin
Judge me based on what goes on within
"The black and the white "
Is what the world's divide.
One is beauty & other is beast,
Simply we can define.
The opposites in english,
The contrasts in colour,
The royalty & purity in signs
Is what, Simply I can define.
Is it really that simple to define?
Copyrights of beauty,
Is given to white divine.
&, Copyrights of ugliness,
Is given to black fiend.
Now this is how,
The world's define.
Lets face the reality,
Lets Open the blocks of mind.
Lets Share the thoughts,
Which gives purity to mind.
Nothing is black &
Nothing is white.
Its just one's soul,
Which is black & white.
Lets raise up
From colour discrimination
& "Unite the hands"
With love & affection
I could not narrow my need to see the world down to one destination. I'm complicated that way ;) here are two.
Barcelona, Spain has always been one city at the top of my list somewhere. For its art and architectire mainly. And drowning in another culture, customs, and cuisine sounds decadent. Beautiful sea side cities capture the heart of the romantic in me.
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And Dádpuszta, Hungary for the Ozora Festival in July. The art installations and structures are gorgeous. Festival folks are my favorite. They've left judgement at home and brought gratitude and love in abundance. I'd graciously attend with friends for the food, days worth of live music, fire dancing, the stories...
...My favorite color: (..Her❤️...my subconscious poured gently in the back of my head like a smooth cocktail of intuitive words bursting from a book I'd never write); as I replied: ...Red🔴..
Let me learn about you,
about all the little things you do,
about your favourite flower
and the songs you sing in the shower
Let me look at you up close
from the back of your hand
to the tip of your nose,
your prominent cheekbones
and your little toes Let me know of your dearest story
which filled days with endless glory,
so we can lay in bed when there’s shitty weather,
to read it out loud and escape together.
I remember you always said
That your poem isn't seaped in red,
You wrote for poetry itself
And not for the colour of love.
But once, I wish
That the ink you dip,
Paints my name on your paper, as well.
Who needs rose glasses?
I use kaleidoscope eyes
To see life's colors.
*Life In Color*
Not a real color
Not even considered
Left off the wheel
Like an unwanted critter
I’m more important than you think
I have a heart too
Perhaps bigger than most
It’s filled with space and time
I’m the light’s gracious host
Without me, the world would burn
I allow the stars to shine
I allow your eyes to see
I’m your coffee each morning
You will respect me
I am the color of Life
This morning a woman on the train asked me about suicide,
and all I could tell her was that it was worse
than being stung by a thousand bees
on the tender skin beneath the throat.
I remember how your bones jutted out so far
that I could travel up them like a ladder in the days
before your death.
Even the forks and spoons in your bed
didn’t want to kiss you anymore.
Sometimes I think I can see Alaska from your house,
but then I remember it’s just the way the light changes
in the afternoon.
I still drink gin and liquor and raid the medicine cabinet
when no one else is home.
You were the one who always had the answers;
now I’m the one who has to ask all the questions.
They say th...
I wasn't called racist until I said I love being black.
I wasn't asked if I was gay until I told another black woman she was beautiful.
I wasn't called out of my name until I tried to help....
It's amazing how society has conditioned our way of thinking that melanin isn't beautiful
After a long time
My heart started beating
I don't know for whom
Am I dreaming now
Or is it real, It would fall in love
Or just a feeling for someone to
Whom I can woo,
Is this Feeling has a continuous,
Am I really in love,
Does this time will never end up or Henceforward is an awaited happiness,
What will be next?
Something unexpected or
Everything that heals feels within to take me to another world that is known to live for each other in others words is called heart to heart connection forms an eternal love.
#skylarkchallenge 87(Entry 2)
I KNELT down,COWERING to ask forgiveness,she
LOCKED her only daughter,I can hear her cry.
I imagined her in WHITE wedding gown but she were SUFFERING so much.Inner one shouted,'enough. '
Mind gets angry,
But Heart still cares
This what happens,
when two beautiful
hearts meet to each other and strike to the phase of circumstance, stands in front of them as a mistake.
when damage of hurting is done
in between them, then
all the angriness to get
sober and later when the time makes them realise,
they within start cursing themselves,
One would say "why I offended her"
Another would say "I Could solve the mistake
we have In-between,
why do I blame him,
This things show
Mind gets angry
But still heart care.