Romancing the colorless

Romancing the Colorless

Remember the holes in your face:

gazing into water mirrors
at what has become death,
in colors of the rainbow –

and the rain killed the color—

washed out colors of painted lives,
faded like restaurant napkins
or a horrible vision of an empty kaleidoscope.

And when I screamed my head caved in,
making me the vision of a
crumbling flat-faced princess,
with death metal emblazed
under her eyelids.

Grey fingers lace tightly
around dreams of fuchsia and gold,
as we spit on the colors;
glossy salvia washes black into the eyes of the sun.

Raining on black and white pastel pictures—
the distasteful silhouette of a crisp grey scene.

Falling white roses,

the last color on earth.

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I actually enjoyed this poem and it amazed
me... And now everytime I look in the mirror
I'll be seeing dead people washing away with
color. But I guess thats better than screaming
cuz i've turned into some zombie of some sort.
But overall i'd give this poem a 8.8... Wait maybe
a 8.9 cuz the similie in it... I really enjoyed this and
I hope I read more from you, soon...

If this is Dagel I'm gonna kill you! This was actually a pretty good waltz my man, I liked it... The vocabulary was pretty basic but the napkin simile was pretty good. I appreciate your style homes, I hope to see you progress and get a little abstract jiggy with it.

nah,nahmeanz?

thanks for the feed.

Nice, yeah, simple but it had a nice tone to it and kept flowing all the way through with well placed wording... content wise it was strong and didn't really need any drastic changes at all. Basic but smetimes its better to it simple and still get the desired effect. cool piece.

cool. thanks.

yeah i really liked this drop, man.. im into dark poerty like this.
it flowed nicely and stayed strong the whole way through it.
you had good usage of vocabulary. keep on writin', man..
you have alot of talent.