Have you ever seen the colors?
The ones people leak like a faucet
that slowly floods each room.
It explodes each corner in vibrant color.
You're pink, one who glows,
an affection for another rooted
in dark murky gray a depressed
and drugged one. Be careful-
not to water the withered blooms
ones suckling up your care
'till his wares are gone, filled drunkenly.
You are white with pure intent
yet your color has slowly faded
Just over this short sitting.
It warned me of your passing;
One that grows with each ticking strike.
Some say-you'll be fine, maybe just for a minute.
Your loved ones will weep, for you're pure.
Some say this is all a delusion,
A figment of imagination.
It's a gift in my own eyes-
Offered to me- and only some see.
The others hide behind curtains
trying to purge their so called-
crazy.
Some like me will scream
over the rooftops to prove
That we are not alone in our cry
we may not hear over the headphones
Until they're left in cold shackles,
and until pill after pill is stuffed under our-
throats.
-The original was in "Aeipathy Elko High School Literart and Art Magazine 2016-2017"
I have split Auras and Faucet sink into two poems. They sound similar, but I feel they work alone better.
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Broken and Mended, a Poetry Collection.
PoesiaA collection of poems that was written through times of hardship and battling in my own mind during my high school years. Battling depression, anxiety, and trying to learn who I am. I may not feel as passionate or even like my poems now, but I thoug...
