Duray Lawrence
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Ink blot
These colors get together and become iridescent in there essence. Her Red cheecks get a Pink hue when her joy’s coming through. She lets her past be the past keep it in the rearview. I see her as a blessing, learned my lesson, taking things for granted then wondering why a stone is so hard. Silly oxymorons poping White oxy co Don's, my poerty is so free improper grammar, no stanzas just a bunch of run ons, the same cheeks turn blu when I say I'll be gone, I'm trying to focus on creating a green planet, I hate plastic... no new friends I still run with a small circle so if they puff puff and pass, I get my Purple back fast. Fit my whole life in a Black East Pack, I love Cali life so I must go back, where you don’t have to get all Orange in tanning bed, go get some real sun instead! Or just sit with me underneath our money tree in the shade.
By Duray Lawrence 5 years ago in Poets
Less is More
I'm a lover of all Colors. So Devine in my colors blind.. The beauty is that I don’t have to pick a favorite. I get to savor it. Don't water it down. I like my colors rich, real thick so it pours slow, and at the same time breathe in, breathe out and let it go. You go be you; there, true colors will show. Just know normal is not natural for the impeccable. Life is a process we all signed up for. The rules of the contest say I need more than 100 words to be accepted. So I tried to just respect it. Unfortunately I only needed a few words to express that color so vividly illuminates everything for me.
By Duray Lawrence 5 years ago in Poets
