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If people were named after colors, I would name you Orange.
Not just any shade of orange...
The type of orange crisped on the edge of sunsets
Or maybe
A bold orange on a flame licking a match
Or maybe
An orange that melts so effortlessly into the scarlet tips of a poppy flower's petals
Or maybe
A sweet orange that reminds you of the sugary marmalade on your morning toast
If people were named after colors, I would name you Orange.
Not just any shade of orange...
3/29/17
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Paint me into a canvas.
Soft strokes of mournful blue
And harsh lines of red-hot anger.
Don't leave anything out.
Show the shame and sadness behind the tender strands of happiness.
Make sure to capture my blue eyes with just a sparkle of indecisiveness.
Remember my solitary smile,
As if I know every secret tucked into the furthest corner of your heart.
Expose every raw emotion behind my words.
Use brazen colors.
Make mistakes.
Blend the night of my mind with the brightness of my intentions.
Paint me into a canvas.
Full and unapologetically.
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a delicious lie -- my heart was hungry
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Unravel me into a simple thread,
Re-knit my emotions like a blanket over my bare chest.
Clothe me
In memories and admiration.
Weave conscience and judgement around every unspoken word.
Dress me
In the most human of robes.
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I challenge you
to threaten me.
Awake my inner beasts.
I dare you
to kindle the embers sleeping inside.
I may seem delicate,
but beware.
Fear the girl that breathes fire when confronted,
but will love so gently
you almost forget
she can.
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Head rearing,
Two windows peering,
Blue curtains closed, dreaming.
Ruby door seeking,
Pearly interior beaming,
From it, poetry teeming.
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Close your eyes,
Plug your ears,
Hold your breath.
Imagine falling in love with someone.
Imagine a love so alive it burns your lips and scalds your tongue.
Imagine them gone.
Close your eyes,
Plug your ears,
Hold your breath.
Imagine you're a guest in your own mind.
Imagine walking to the darkest corner.
Imagine sliding your back aginst your fears and letting doubt wet your face.
Close your eyes,
Plug your ears,
Hold your breath.
What color do you see?
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The Lower class
Have people interpret the words for them.
The Middle class
Simply read with their eyes.
The Upper class
Do not read at all.
In fact,
They just stare at a blank page because
If you are rich enough,
You are the poem.
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Savory
Boliviating
Unjointed
Daring
Youthful
Unpolished
Soulful
Fruitful
Sporadic
Earthly
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Crack open my chest.
Brush the dust from its corners.
Beware of the shards of who I was,
Once before.
You will find scar after scar nestled togther on the surface,
Residue of who I once loved smear across the walls,
And abused words and empty promises scattered.
Like a junkyard,
My open chest will expose carnage of once perfect things.
Rummage through the wreckage.
Take what you need, I insist.
When you find what you desire, remove your hands,
But please don't run.
I may not grow flowers here,
But I grow something much more beautiful,
Much more powerful.
Love grows here.
Nourished with sincerity and voulnerability,
It grows strong and relentless.
You may not see it at first,
But here it grows.
Amoung all the wreckage and insecurities,
Love grows here.
Love grows here.
Topic A: Love and Romance
November 30, 2017
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