Various Poems

1. Prism

Isn't it great or is it hate?
That the pride of the prism is casted with a wand
That we both know that love can never be this more grand
Different aspects, different types, but the same exact feeling
The feeling of being loved
It may be madness, it may be a bountiful harvest
But for all I know that we are all minions
We can or cannot be controlled, but love is so much more than to behold
It can be cold, it can be bold
A spectrum of love like the colors of the rainbow.

Red, can be love, can be anger
Either way, I know it's heating right up
We break up, we make up, we make out
We sort it out, we don't walk out
Because love is a thing you can't easily back out
It can be heartbreak, but surely it can make your heart shake
Make it shake, like how you bake
Different flavor, different taste
Surely I know that your kisses on the forehead can't give me heartaches.

Orange, tangy and zesty
Sometimes it so cringy
Your cheesy pick up lines and corny dirty jokes
But I know it makes me "kilig"
And your love isn't as small as a fig
You'll still caress this body even if I feel like a pig
Every orangey aftertaste is so sour and sweet
Guessing the flavor right from your luscious lips
Every favor I ask is with a sexy please
Your deep voice makes me sound gibberish
Each kiss takes away the contagious itch.

Yellow, golden and full of shenanigans
Those veiny fists scares away those homophobic hooligans
Your neck grabbing and arm pressing is so dominant
Your massages are so good that it takes me outer space and out of existence
How you always win our chess games and our guessing game at the bed
Golden trophies aren't even enough to crown you my man
For all I care, my golden shade for skin and your gold hair for a quick win
Don't you know you're really the first?
Because you're the only one who didn't end it clean
You left the marks at my neck so keen.

Green, hard to impress but surely it's a lovefest
It's a color that we know we couldn't wear best
The Christmas season was the test
Yuletide decor to show that our love lair isn't just a nest
And the ugly sweaters and those exposing vests
It couldn't snow but you know I'm in a mood for an avalanche show
Take away the worries I have and all will pour
We took an oath to leave everything in the past like a forgotten musical encore.

Blue, I know, sadness and gloom
Like a reminiscent perfume with clues
Lies in the past that we weren't true
Filled with lies and a nasty bruise
Hid in the closet and our exit has a vague cue
But finally your mine and I'm yours too.

Violet, royal and majestic
It doesn't mean we're not accepted that we can't be elegant
My white coat and your black tuxedo
But under that is your heart that rocks me like boat
On a river of love and with a cozy lavender glow
The violet flower that you've been dying to show
I know that the judgements are hard to cope
But the pride of the prism isn't a con
So don't be afraid to decorate your own home
It can be playful or solemn as long as it's the one.