Colors

An experiment....

Colors swirling.

Pictures in my head.

Visual music.

 

Why are they there?

What do they look like?

 

Why do they always look like you?

Almost impossible to drive away,

It's just so hard to explain.

 

Visual stimulation,

Ruling our lives

 

Control our reality,

Control out thoughts?

 

Why do they take it away?

Treat us like naughty kids.

 

We must protect our minds.

The swirling colors,

Should only be ours.

 

What if they took you away?

I won't let them do it.

 

They can kill a revolutionary,

But they can't kill a revolution.

 

They can't control thoughts in our heads,

They can't kill words on our lips,

not if we don't let them!

 

Will you help me,

Lead the revolution.

For peace, hope, the future.

Salvation?

 

The colors begin to shift.

Nineteen-Eighty-Four.

The future we must prevent.

 

We must rise up and tell them

Our minds belong to us

And us alone.

 

They have no right,

To steal our individuality,

No right to take you.

 

A person, an idea,

No matter what you are,

No matter who you are.

 

You have the right to exist.

You have the right to be.

Only when all of us are free,

Will any of us be free.

 

But what is free?
Am I free?

Are you?

 

Who am I?

Why am I here?

 

Only thought allowed to fly free,

Colors swirling into your form,

Will be able to tell me the answer.

 

If the revolution never starts,

Will you still stand by me?

Will freedom ever be free?

Will tolerance ever exist?

 

Riddle me this, I once heard

Well answer me this

And I'll riddle you that

 

Existence may be meaningless

But if we act like it is

We'll never get anywhere

 

The colors swirl faster

A face begins to form

Will it be yours?

Or will I lose my will,

My right to think,

My right to exist,

My right to be me,

No matter who I am,

No matter where I'm from,

No matter what I am,

Will I be free?

Or forever chained?

Author's Note

I was in an existentialistic mood when I wrote it, and if you read some of my other writings before this or simply know me, it makes a little more sense.

Reviews

[JudyC]

The images, flow, and questions in this poem really drew me in--I kept wanting to read more. Every word contributes to the intensity of the poem. I especially like the lines "The colors swirl faster/A face begins to form/Will it be yours?"--gave me chills! In answer to your "Author's note": this is one of the first of your poems that I've read, and I don't know you, but the poem makes sense to me! Thanks for writing it!

[Kaitlin W. Blaylock]

I don't understand what the poem means, but it showed me that understanding is not necessary to appreciate the beauty. The imagery, the questions...I did not see a connection but both were wonderfully crafted.

[Guardian]

It's very powerful and makes you think. I like it. It has a good flow and keeps you reading down the page. I never found myself rereading lines to makes sense of them. It all worked and I can see the emotion behind the piece. I loved it. Keep up the good work!