Down, down, into the sea,

Someone’s pulling me in

Taking me more deeper,

To a world called underwater.

It’s not hard to breathe anymore,

The sea, she isn’t salty or sore

Her whispers seem like an enchanting wine,

Yes, she is divine.

Taking me to the deepest depth,

She has found her place in my breath

Caressed by her mighty tides,

It’s time to explore many more blue skies.

I am not afraid of my life anymore,

For she won’t let me to get back to the shore

Now it’s time to discover the skies underneath,

Many more blue skies waiting just for me.

Like a lover's heart,

red and pulsating,

and the rainbow,

opposite of depth,

shines it's faint red across waters.

Envious of a friend's success,

green calls its mighty name,

and the rainbow hangs in the sky,

envious of nothing,

other than it will soon fade away.

Yellow bright or deep,

perhaps a coward in our midst,

and the rainbow's yellow,

shines through sunlight,

fixing its way toward sleep.

Blue, the color of hope or sadness,

one a godsend, the other, hopelessness,

and the rainbow's blue,

becomes the centerpice of magic,

that nature give us this magical wonder.

Colors of the rainbow,

colors of the mind,

colors of the heart,

they all meld into one.

Beauty.

it was grey to begin with

graceful gradients of grey

cooing like a dove

peaceful and smooth and even and calm

and i was in love with grey

til you showed up with your colors

rose` pinks and golds and greens and blues

tints and tones, tinges and hues

bursting in like music, like a symphony of light

and i was in love with color

the rain, it fell, like it always did

clear and calming and cold

i noticed its magic for the first time

secrets that held from stories of old

what color is the rain?

and the clouds and wind, they

whispered sweet songs of

patience and time without color,

for it is easy to love in the dark

but beautiful to share love with another

and the moment you stepped

foot into my life, I

saw the colors and knew

they splashed through my waters

and sparkled with the beauty of you

shades of blushing crepe pink erupted

from the rosy apples of your cheeks and

i learned that pink is loveliness

and i was in love with pink

shards of piercing cerulean neptune shone in

the vast, electric ocean-passion that is your celestial eyes and

i knew that blue, blue is my heaven

and i was in love with blue

tints of lustery, aeneous gold and sage and emerald green trickled from

your laughter, deep and warm and earthy, and

i decided that green is home

and i was in love with green

beams of sepia-washed sunshine dripped off

your adoring fingers, brushing against me in

creamy honeys and lemons and tuscan suns and xanthic love

i felt that yellow is joy

and i was in love with yellow

embers of sparking, fiery cherry wine spread from

your heart to mine, in deep consuming flames of crimson

the sweet, scarlet burning of longing engulfed me

i discovered that red is passion

and i was in love with red

the colors grew and expanded with my

love for you. colors i could not name

with our love, they grew brighter

and i was in love just the same

i loved and lived within your shades and tints and hues and tones

i breathed until your colors left. with you.

you took them all. you stripped all the rainbows we’d sewn.

a shadow, a phantom of colors that used to be, empty to never be whole

a shell of a canvas. lost in black and grey and white

and i was in love with colors you stole

i sink in washes of my grey, a ghost in murky smoke

dwell in cinders of charcoal tinctures. ash and mist, i have forgotten the colors.

the ones that rose in light when you spoke.

drowned back into the same dimness of

me before you.

and i was in love with a memory

and so. it was grey to begin with

graceful gradients of grey

steadfast and timeless and passionless

in this silvery shade it will stay

deep calls to deep. echoes reverbrate beautiful hues

of a volcano’s afterglow, the calm before a sea-born storm, the tears for stolen sorrows

far from the memory, fallen in my thundery clouds

that cling to the colors of you

stand in my fallen shades, watch yours decay

grey it began. and so it remains.

and i was in love with grey.

i think my mind sometimes goes colour blind

and the world is a somber grey

like the day before rain

or curls of smoke from ashtrays

so i try to make up for it by covering

my bare walls with every shade

every piece of the rainbow

so that maybe when the Sun rises

and spills through the curtains

the rays will catch the colour

and sent it careening into the clouds

in a glorious crescent

and my eyes will once again

know beauty

title inspired by a lyric from the TØP song "Holding On To You"

Skin.

Soft skin.

Warm skin.

To touch it brings a smile

to be touched ignites joy!

It's rarely white, nor truest black-

Purest tones are seldom seen-

a myriad of shades are in between.

Cream and mocha, tan and gold,

Reddish brown and beige and amber!

Darkish, lightish, dusky, pale...

Each one beautiful.

Each one warm.

Infinite shades of human.

i close my eyes and see the colors-

red and blue and purple and green and orange and yellow and pink

blooming like flowers, petals extending

bleeding in the sky

washing into the rivers

swirling, combining, separating

and then my eyelashes flutter again

and i am left with

grey

I close my eyes

and in the depths of ink

behind my eyelids

I can somehow still see colour.

Bursting forth

a macrocosm of

Everything.

Every

thought

fear

hope

worry.

Simply

Ideas.

Yet exploding into

every colour

imaginable-

and further still-

the

unimaginable ones.

Somehow

these thoughts

behind my face and above my throat

are illuminated in more hues

than I could ever see

with my bare eyes

in the daylight

when I'm

cognizant.

There is an entire galaxy

inside our minds

and it is erupting in light

and radiating

Colour.

They splattered her in paint,

marbled patterns of colour

dripping and mixing down her arms;

oozing and pooling at the nape of her neck;

leaking from the corners of her eyes.

They covered her eyelids in paint

until she saw only rainbows.

So every time she thought of purple,

blue,

white,

green,

black,

yellow,

red,

she wondered if she'd really thought of it at all,

or if the paint

congealing on her skin

was all she'd seen.

did i tell you

my blues

were a part of your amaranth sky,

a long way back...

when the oceans were still full of hues

and not undercurrents of miserable plastic,

just like your plastic thoughts,

sinking deep under my skin

spreading like a transparent infection,

inflicting invisible pain?

no blood flowed

so you never saw red spilling out of my hands when I wrote.

each letter took one of my blue cells

and morphed it into memory.

your eyes were teal

with a hint of celeste

and i was innocent to believe

i’d heal in your poison tinged vision.

you made me see stars that never were

and when you went away

there was a void in my reality,

a palette of midnight blue

and pale phosphorescence,

with whispers of an indigo crack.

Even in the blackest night, I have my colors. As long as I have words, I have my colors.

A is of a deepest red, bordering on maroon.

B plays hurricane, storm grey slate, and murky blue.

C is citrus, think of an unripened orange.

D captures ocean dark, navy with silver and shifting grey.

E is grass green bright, with sunlight shining through.

F is olive, plain and pure, with glints of morning dew.

G is grey-blue, like a just-after-sunset sky.

H is wet pavement, somehow the brightest of them all.

I is pale, streaking yellow and lime, opalescent.

J comes with memories, tawny and spices and caramel, recalling a theater stage.

K is fir green, mountain forest, bright and lively.

L is butter, smooth and cream, sleep-soft, quiet dream.

M is magenta, always will be, with red blue and green mixing to a sheen.

N is firetruck, clear and sharp, and firework bold.

O is almost colorless, with the palest of yellows and the palest of greens.

P is the color of freshly baked bread, rich and honey and wood.

Q is snow and orchids and a dusting of green and gold.

R belongs to royalty, vivid purple, deepest violet.

S is mint and cilantro, light and brass and kind.

T declares deserts, and Jupiter's bands.

U is tender, all flour and orange zest.

V is lavender sprigs, gentle galaxy.

W is strict indigo, washing soft like rainclouds.

X is seaweed, murky green brushed with pitch.

Y cries sunset, melting down into deep orange.

Z is dripping red, deepest secret scarlet.

I have my colors always, even in the blackest night.

As long as I have words

I have my colors.