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Color Poem: Thoglisle

May 16, 2013
By IndyaAmb3r BRONZE, Madawaska, Maine
IndyaAmb3r BRONZE, Madawaska, Maine
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The nastiest of colors in the whole wide world
Thoglisle is the mixture of the Witches pot as she stirs her troublesome potions
Greedy as the nastiest businessman
Yet somewhat lovely like the tempestuous skies on a stormy evening
A contradiction of colors that mix like perfect matches
The darkest of nights, the dreariest of mornings
Combined into one to make the most beautifully unilluminated hue
It’s the wedding invitation to your dreaded sister in-laws wedding
The silhouette of the power lines on the backdrop of the end of the sunset on a rainy night.
The raincloud above your head on those horribly unfortunate days
Diverse as the shiniest of sea creatures.
Changing as the night sky rolls in like a tennis ball off the courts
Thoglisle is the miserable man sitting on the corner of the street hoping for someone to stop.
It’s the color of the over emotional teenage girl looking for someone to love
The color of makeup running down her cheeks as she cries herself to sleep
Think of a rude boy in elementary school who is picking on the weird girl
The vain princess who only has time to look at herself
The conceited women too far deep in herself to even think of caring about anyone else.
The color of the gusty winds blowing the dead, wet grass along the roadway
Thoglisle is the nastiest of colors



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