red is stoplights, anger. rage.
red is my nose when i cry about my parents.
“women are more attractive to men
when they wear red,” he says once
so you cut yourself
because red is blood
and when he ignores the bandages, you say,
“no. look what i did.
look what i did for you.”
but he doesn’t fall in love with you
red is the scream that
comes out of your mouth.
blue is the veins under your skin and
blue is depression that tells you to slice them
blue is the weeks you spend after him
and blue is the great, wide sky above you,
trying to remind you that the rest of the world
is still waiting.
your brother says he’s looking for the light
at the end of the tunnel
but the world is full of light.
(you would know. we can hardly see the stars
because of it.)
the world is not full of you
so you try.
black is what surrounds him
and black is burns
and you’ve been burned, scalded
so you blend in.
you’re background noise.
your yelling is drowned by others, yelling at him.
drowned by his own yelling.
so black is a barrel of a gun.
so black is a funeral casket.
so black is your mascara running, your dress.
black is your mother’s pupils. (not that you’d know.
she refuses to look at you.)
Sorry for the unannounced hiatus. And yes, I promise once my writing schedule calms down I'll start submitting these to a shitload of groups again. That just takes a lot of effort and hey, novels don't get to be 345 pages in length without a little sacrifice.
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edit: Daily Lit Deviation here!
Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough, You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it. James Barrie
Wishes and hopes are all we have some times so stay strong and remember that maybe tomorrow will be easier and if not you have friends here so come hide and forget for awhile.
I tried doing a color poem once, but I never finished it cause when I was in the middle of it I got some, well.....some mind-stopping news. its been difficult to write anything that's not about what happened either. but im glad that theres someone who had the same general idea as me so I could see a poem that's waay better than mine would've been, had I actually finished it
(red blood, blue sky, and black funeral casket ><)
So yes, I have an obsession with colors too and its great to see you put it to words xD I will anticipate your next upload *w*