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Red and I

May 30, 2015
By SaphiraBrightscales DIAMOND, Islamabad, Other
SaphiraBrightscales DIAMOND, Islamabad, Other
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Favorite Quote:
I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
- Maya Angelou
When i was little/I used to point a chubby finger toward the dark sky/And ask my father/why some stars moved and others didn’t/He would laugh and explain that some were airplanes/I still wish on them today ~ Laugh-It-Out
The feathers of a crow are black/The ink of my pen is blacker/The pain of my heart is blackest~ Mckay
If love produced a blossom/I’d take it in my palm/What a blessing, the bright color!/How soothing, such a balm!/I’d keep a petal for my own/The rest, drop from my hands/For such a flower would multiply/And populate the lands~ thesilentraven
And I began to rival legends/Long entombed before my birth./But for all my much envied fame/The lust for more would not abate./The plaques and prizes with my name/Will, like all things, disintegrate. ~ TheEpic95 now known as Helena_Noel

Red is the colour of
my favorite new sneakers worn
by this petite person’s skinny ankles
Red is the colour of
my coat which is highly famous
for being worn only when
I go see my best friend

Red is the colour of:
all my favorite fruits, pomegranates
and strawberries and plums
(though they are scarlet- a shade);
some flowers that I gave away
on the day before today;
the fire kindling in my soul
the chirpiness that you adore

Red is the colour of
Driving a new Maserati down
A dead-end street

Red is the colour of
the fur pillow that I hug ever so tightly
on days I can’t do naught but cry
Red is the colour of
my conscience, that tiny quirky voice
as he tells me to apologize

Red is the colour of
that little red-chest Robin who
Emily called hope: the thing with feathers
Ever-singing, Never-leaving

Red is the colour of
my words when they ring with truth
And discover perfection on their own
Red is the colour of
The utter ecstasy of seeing a smile
That I created

And red will be the door
to that home I see in my daydream
with a big bronze doorknocker
instead of a bell

And red will be the mailbox
where I’ll kneel to collect in my palm
Words from a faraway land

And although Meow says
that technically hearts are pink
I’m damn sure mine is red

The author's comments:

Meow= One of my dearest friends. 

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on Mar. 28 2017 at 1:07 pm
Ray--yo PLATINUM, Kathmandu, Other
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Favorite Quote:
God Makes No Mistakes. (Gaga?)
"I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right." -Liesel Meminger via Markus Zusac, "The Book Thief"

Hey there Saphira, what's it like in 20-city? I'm a thousand miles away but all your poems sound just so pretty.. haha sorry, had to get that song out of my head. I love how the poem started on a rather light-hearted note and then gained more power while maintaining the same level of...uh.. bounce. Awesome, as always.