I. Red
Bed of rose petals
Nightly laid for her tired heart
Moonlight skin wears hope
II. Orange
I visit the sky
Sunset painting never lies
Honest masterpiece
III. Yellow
Always hunting cracks
They flood with life saving light
Drought wounds soaking wet
IV. Green
Fresh grass for clothing
Style of military hair
Just like camouflage
V. Blue
It is my aura
World peace I wish could hug all
My true destiny
VI. Indigo
Caught in the middle
I never fit anywhere
Not man or woman
VII. Violet
Born to write love books
Ambition to reach the top
Change the world journey
About the Creator
J.M. Powell
You can make anything by writing. -C.S. Lewis
I'm a current undergraduate English with Track in Creative Writing major.
My passion is to spread what it means to love.
My published chapbooks of poetry: Quantum Leap Overmorrow
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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