Colorless, not free.

Escape behind the wakeful eyes of destiny
She can't compromise loose lipped promises,
She can't compensate for all the losses,
But she can nail your palms in Hell. 

Just keep breathing the deadened air,
My sweet, broken-winged despair
How I long to lift you with my song
If only I could find my voice, I would
Separate... grayed in the void.

Disintegrate, the mellow shocks of hate

The plastic, the screaming, won't you please
Help me live again?
The world is full of empty, melancholic pleas.
Seized, clammy hands of faith pull free of

The moment, before it's swept up
In the icy breath of the wind.
Don't let the wicked tendrils of weeping willows,
Creep up and tangle me in lush green envy. 

No, it's enough to witness the death of a star
The explosion light years apart from the still point
Of my turning world, and still I can't express
The visions dancing behind my sardonic intuition. 

I need a shred of your love like the sunshine,
Bathed in gold-dipped and honey smooth
Subliminal warmth.
Change your heart, make it shine for me.
Why can't you be kind to me?

Crows like ink-blots blur the skies,
Like the gray-scale vintage of flawed film
And desecrated, chalky remains of
Who I used to be, colorless, not free.

Reviews

[PaperLife]

I am... left utterly breathless as I read this. My heart stops as you so smoothly transgress your heart in each and every word flowing so softly and sweetly together to break your heart over and over enough to bring a tear to my eye. When I spoke to you before I knew there was something special about you, but when I read your poetry I know now, there has never been anyone so beautiful as to just... I can't explain how this makes me feel properly.

"No, it's enough to witness the death of a star
The explosion light years apart from the still point"

It's like your saing the death hit you before you ever saw it coming. Before you knew it would happen. The way yoau explain the bleeding and dipping of love and its loss is so insightfully beautiful. No matter how sad it is.. this just takes everything inside of me wraps it carefully and slowly in a still life frame and tosses it about on canvas like the waves of the ocean, sometimes careless but always artistic. I can't explain how your very words inspire me to hopefully one day, be as amazing as you.

You open powerfully gracing nothing more then the hate and rawness of what's happened inside of your words. Then you stream something so indefinably abnormally amazing throughout and end it, sadly, softly, strongly, loudly. Contradicting and floatng so many patternless feelings at the same time. You just got a new fan. Well done.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

this poem takes a rhythmic leap just before the middle stanza
and hides it's stride
the best lines are like gems, beautiful things hidden in the dunes of your melancholy
you hear the screams of the Earth deep within them.
I could go on about the beauty of this and my fav lines, and etc..how they all go together, but I'm far to moved by this to feel so compelled..it wouldn't be flattery..IDK what it would be but I'm impressed and I'll just throw the dual meaning of that word to the wind and see where it flies

[Dean]

Your writing is the high point of my visits here...so far. I'm going to keep a watchful eye at ready, for more.

Sardonic intuition is a rare thing. Perhaps most of us are not paying proper attention? You are one who can find in both nature and outer space, new lessons
for living, and often new insight. That feeds me.

[Kristallo]

I'm so glad that it spoke to you, that you can feel the weight of my expressions as you read them. Means a lot. Yes, sardonic intuition; rare, and unreasonably cruel sometimes... your reviews always lift me up in a momentary lightness. Thank you, so much.

[Dean]

I'm so glad that they can do that.
But, be warned. Sometimes they can push you down.

[Kristallo]

I bet I can handle it. ;)

[Dean]

I know you can--or I would not have read so much of your work.

[Eve]

Rothflmao at the last line in the first stanza..she can nail your palm in hell..omg,omg...that is soooo immaculate...stanza two...wow..just wow, so much sad truth in three, six is a little like my life, and you finished it up with crows..blackbirds...nice. You my friend maybe anything BUT colorless you are not.

[Kristallo]

Stanza six resonates the truth of most of my relationships, glad i'm not alone. And so glad you enjoyed it, thank you for your kindness, and for reading my lonesome words. Means so much to me. =)

[An owl on the moon]

You are so masterful at mingling the painted hues of cooler and warmer colors... those moments of love and hate... night and day... wanting and yet moving away in dark distance... How that shred of love, that smallest fragment from the one soul we hold dear, can transform the world... passionate and powerful... Please keep painting...

[Rosalind Gale]

'Wicked tendrils of weeping willows.' Thank you or finding me - I see and feel what you do.
Rosa -x-

[MoriartyMesa]

enjoyed the flowing and coloring inner thinking of the words

[Jay Levon]

very beautiful, love it

[icaros13]

Eeexcellent.... I especially like your first and last stanzas.