The colour of life: divorce
Lubricated skin, by tears of joy,
swimming with the rainbows
colour scheme to keep my life
out of shades of black and white.
Fresh sandy bays wash rocks
upon our dreams beaches,
scorching the sun with
A smile of warmth.
Tiled sunrises reach to the
imagination, stretching
the lips to droop into
crimson floors.
Bloated speech gives
A sense of constipation
In the thought of man kind.
Fruit scented perfume
lifts the volume of
silence to talk in
jest of lipstick on collars.
Romance in violence
seems to be a
preference to the
broken church bells.
whiskey flavoured
ball gowns in a glass
made prom queens
camera poses lift
the spirit of red nose
celebrations of nothing
Fuelled by green bottles
vanishing self respect
into a form of yesterdays
hollow promises.
Humble comments
Made by the makers
Of free speech,
they almost seem
to cloud our sky high
blue seas of life.
Messages inside shards
speaking words of
poetry to voluptuous
lovers, yet promise
nothing more than
misfortune as the
deeper meanings speak
volumes over appearance.
Pondering upon trivial
occasions, yet nothing
worth the mention.
-Poeta.