Blue is the color of the diamond dress
The night sky wore to the party best
I was often invited to the party too
Insomnia loved to take me to.
My bruises blue
Makes me look like an oil painting
My canvas skin shaking
A balm of attention spread across
The perfection faking blue
A star studded Cinderella gown
Dancing but wearing her frown
Glowing like neon signs
Drowning under bathtub lights
She's got her waves of blue
Her eyes drowning me in her
Lollipop stained tongue
Blue raspberry taste that I love
Pillow creases from tossing
And turning all night blue
Lips freezing cold and out of
Breath as she sucks me in
Like a cool breeze on
Hot summer nights. Blue
A Cadillac I'm dreaming of
Eyes still wide as we are
Tongue to tongue
Believe me it's not sadness
I'm the best kind of madness
Coloring my life in with
Crayola indigo
You say its purple
But I know its blue
Like my acrylic wonder
Cry in watercolour
Dip dye and paintbrushes
Colored pencil smiles
But they are blue
It's not a lie to you but
I'm not happy when bathed
In starlight you say its
Pretty but that's only her
Cause my eyes in the light
Mirror night look blue
Her sweater stitched in ocean
Currents crashing into
My cotton candy blankets
The sea and the cliffs marvel
At how we hurt each other
But never stop being
Blue it's funny that the color
I hate is the one I live
I guess you hate anything
If you get enough of it blue
Like an antique telephone
Call me up when I'm all alone
The ringing somehow
Sounds like blue
Wash you down like curacao
Is this the way I'm down?
Drink it in like turpentine
The effects a skin shade blue
Suicide blues I'm dreaming of
Eyes still wide as we are
Tongue to tongue
Believe me it's not sadness
I'm the best kind of madness
Coloring my life in with
Crayola indigo
You say its purple
But I know its blue
Insomnia is blue
Like gasoline fires
So hot they turn blue
These bed sheets
Look blue in this cold heat
These sleep
Less nights are blue
-a.w
Author's note: I know that most of the poems collected in this book do not rhyme but i wanted to post this piece as well as some other larger, rhyming poems. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
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Onism
PoesíaOnism: the frustration of being stuck in one body that inhabits only one place at a time PS IF YOU COPY ANY OF MY WORK I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN! I hope you enjoy reading my awful little pieces of literature!
