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Red
Red was always her favorite color
Because of its beautiful simplicity,
Because it was the color of a rose
That holds infinite beauty
But as she grew up
She realized red wasn't as simple as it seemed
And that roses
Weren't as pretty as she had dreamed
She discovered that there was no such thing as perfect
And that red was impossibly complicated
Because there were so many twisted strings
As she saw it in the cuts she created
She riddled her arms with them
Painting them with deep red
And it was only with that blood red
That she could hold off the demons in her head
Red was always her favorite color
Because of its beautiful simplicity,
Because it was the color of a rose
That holds infinite beauty
But as she grew up
She realized red wasn't as simple as it seemed
And that roses
Weren't as pretty as she had dreamed
She discovered that there was no such thing as perfect
And that red was impossibly complicated
Because there were so many twisted strings
As she saw it in the cuts she created
She riddled her arms with them
Painting them with deep red
And it was only with that blood red
That she could hold off the demons in her head
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Bookcrazy ~ So what? I'm still a rock star~, Challenges + Games Mod (and super amazing poet)
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My last spring
In love, surrounded by life,
In that indescribable cherry season of spring
And dying.
Pink I think is the most alive colour ever.
I laugh in my fuzzy peach sweater; warm, blooming
In love, surrounded by life.
I never wear red; it reminds me too much.
Striking, that dichotomy, how closely tied are living
And dying.
I absorb the sunshine like it’s my lifeline.
Funny how much clarity I have, how much I appreciate
In love, surrounded by life.
The water is gorgeous when it trickles in the sun
But reminds me of salty tears, that I haven’t told them,
And dying.
In that indescribable cherry season of spring
I drink in everything I can and try to just breathe
In love, surrounded by life
And dying.
In love, surrounded by life,
In that indescribable cherry season of spring
And dying.
Pink I think is the most alive colour ever.
I laugh in my fuzzy peach sweater; warm, blooming
In love, surrounded by life.
I never wear red; it reminds me too much.
Striking, that dichotomy, how closely tied are living
And dying.
I absorb the sunshine like it’s my lifeline.
Funny how much clarity I have, how much I appreciate
In love, surrounded by life.
The water is gorgeous when it trickles in the sun
But reminds me of salty tears, that I haven’t told them,
And dying.
In that indescribable cherry season of spring
I drink in everything I can and try to just breathe
In love, surrounded by life
And dying.
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Bookcrazy ~ So what? I'm still a rock star~, Challenges + Games Mod (and super amazing poet)
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Shades of War
What is red?
I don’t know, blood and guts and flares that stain the sky
What is yellow?
sick kids’ faces, pus and water, and fifties raging all night long
What is grey?
dark cobbled streets, doors and walls and dying, vacant eyes
What is white?
blinding snow, ice and pain and flashbangs, flying higher
What is green?
ain’t no grass here; puke and rot, your night sight’s jealous gaze
What is black?
night when it comes for you, uniforms scattered in that darkness. fear, dizzy spots when you get sick, when you pass out, when you can’t see your hands. someone’s mouth wide open, screaming, flies over dead bodies, all hovering, vultures in the sky. guns, slick bodies carried like babies, dirt, bruises that cover you all the time, commandants eyes when he gets in your face, sunglasses even though there aint never been no sun. choppers coming down to take you out of hell just so you can come back, bullets screaming all night long, grapple hooks, hoods for prisoners you’ll never see again, bars in windows, thunder clouds, starless sky, death when you close your eyes
What is red?
I don’t know, blood and guts and flares that stain the sky
What is yellow?
sick kids’ faces, pus and water, and fifties raging all night long
What is grey?
dark cobbled streets, doors and walls and dying, vacant eyes
What is white?
blinding snow, ice and pain and flashbangs, flying higher
What is green?
ain’t no grass here; puke and rot, your night sight’s jealous gaze
What is black?
night when it comes for you, uniforms scattered in that darkness. fear, dizzy spots when you get sick, when you pass out, when you can’t see your hands. someone’s mouth wide open, screaming, flies over dead bodies, all hovering, vultures in the sky. guns, slick bodies carried like babies, dirt, bruises that cover you all the time, commandants eyes when he gets in your face, sunglasses even though there aint never been no sun. choppers coming down to take you out of hell just so you can come back, bullets screaming all night long, grapple hooks, hoods for prisoners you’ll never see again, bars in windows, thunder clouds, starless sky, death when you close your eyes

They said that when he died the sky was red
and a part of me regrets not seeing his last sky.
I want to know if it was actually red,
Or if it was the faded pink.
Of course I'll say it because that's what they say,
But I'll never truly believe it since I didn't get to see it.
I can't help but wonder if he even saw his last sky,
Or if all he saw was the hospital room and some family members and friendly faces.
If they just saw the sky after or before his death,
But he didn't get to see it.
I hope he got to see the sky,
One last time before he died.
A part of me doubts it just because there were ten minutes left,
And that wasn't enough time for him to see his daughter one last time,
Because he died before she could get there.
The Unbelievable Red Sky
was his last sky.
Masi wrote: "Bookcrazy ~ And I'm still singing hallelujah, hallelujah~ wrote: "Shades of War
What is red?
I don’t know, blood and guts and flares that stain the sky
What is yellow?
sick kids’ faces, pus and w..."
Not necessarily, she's just describing black as a color, not intentionally being racist
What is red?
I don’t know, blood and guts and flares that stain the sky
What is yellow?
sick kids’ faces, pus and w..."
Not necessarily, she's just describing black as a color, not intentionally being racist
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Bookcrazy ~ So what? I'm still a rock star~, Challenges + Games Mod (and super amazing poet)
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Masi wrote: "Bookcrazy ~ And I'm still singing hallelujah, hallelujah~ wrote: "Shades of War
What is red?
I don’t know, blood and guts and flares that stain the sky
What is yellow?
sick kids’ faces, pus and w..."
I am not at all racist, and that was not my intent with the poem. I apologize for offending you, or anyone else.
What is red?
I don’t know, blood and guts and flares that stain the sky
What is yellow?
sick kids’ faces, pus and w..."
I am not at all racist, and that was not my intent with the poem. I apologize for offending you, or anyone else.
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~Akweley♡Mazarae♥~★☆★oblivion★☆★~I CAN'T BREATHE~
(last edited Feb 27, 2017 08:58PM)
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What is red?
I don’t know, blood and guts and flares that stain the sky
What is yellow?
sick kids’ faces, pus and w..."
How the heck was it racist? I"m black, and I didn't get any type of racist anything from it. Legit, it was what the color black can be associated with. It wasn't offensive in any type of way
Colorful Family
White is the mother.
She is pure above all else
Living perfectly no matter what
Black is the father.
He is very mysterious,
Living his life in the shadows.
Red is the passionate.
She never holds back,
Standing tall she lifts her head up
Orange is playful.
He's young and innocent
Always doing as he pleases
Yellow is the happiest sibling.
Her soul reflects the sun,
Constantly glowing and shining bright.
Green is nurturing.
He spends him time outside
Giving life to plants everywhere
Blue is responsible.
She is calming and helps her family,
Pulling them out of the hole they dug.
Purple is romantic.
He charms everybody with his mystery
Always acting regal and tempting.
Pink is the sweetest.
She spreads love and kindness,
Keeping everyone happy.
Brown is the family pet.
Even though he's often ignored,
he holds the family together
((I dont like it too much but its cute))
White is the mother.
She is pure above all else
Living perfectly no matter what
Black is the father.
He is very mysterious,
Living his life in the shadows.
Red is the passionate.
She never holds back,
Standing tall she lifts her head up
Orange is playful.
He's young and innocent
Always doing as he pleases
Yellow is the happiest sibling.
Her soul reflects the sun,
Constantly glowing and shining bright.
Green is nurturing.
He spends him time outside
Giving life to plants everywhere
Blue is responsible.
She is calming and helps her family,
Pulling them out of the hole they dug.
Purple is romantic.
He charms everybody with his mystery
Always acting regal and tempting.
Pink is the sweetest.
She spreads love and kindness,
Keeping everyone happy.
Brown is the family pet.
Even though he's often ignored,
he holds the family together
((I dont like it too much but its cute))

How will they believe
That you've never seen
Your eyes, the color of bright snow
Your eyes, cast down so they never show
Hold your chin high
Let those colors shine
For white holds the best and worst
White, its brightness shiny and fine
White is the color of newfallen snow
Untainted by no other
White is the color of sheep's wool
How can it be compared to another?
White is the color of fresh paper
Ready to receive imagination
White is the color of whiteout and glue
Used for fixing and erasing word nations
White is clear, white is bright
White is the inner shining light
White is a fresh start, devoid of tainted spots
Ready to give you new challenges, new shots
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