Imagine a universe completely absent of color, dye, and stain... can you think of anything more depressing than waking up to a world that's been disguised in opaque. Everyone transparent exposing their truths, lies, leading straight to their shame, is it possible for one's soul to thrive with no color ever known? Does the spirit ever heal after the first love breakup? Where from the beginning everything went wrong. Can a person with mental illness ever stand tall, push through and when necessary live life alone.There is something hypnotic about that red, burnt orange glow dancing inside that uncontrollable fire that humbles a man only he himself has read his story and it will be forever untold. One harsh word could quickly transform a crisp blue sky to a most awful color grey, one bad intention swiftly shoos away green vegetation and any left over resentment or anger helps keep it away. The purples and violets are carefully placed, trouble with that is knowing what time to enjoy them and when its time to let go and walk the other way. If you notice purple always precedes the turqoise and blues, some can lighten the spirit and may even bring closure and justice to others suffering and grieveing.... but its difficult sometimes to edit the dark, as the color wheel fades it leaves the behind the navies, and royals and the blackest of onyx where no man has ever been known to go. The browns were never forgotten they just happen to come before the red, oranges, and yellows, way back then when everything was brand new. We all know that story... lets not forget about the pinks and the magenta who miracuosly made it through.
Before anything else, ironically, it was a rainbow that bonded us to HIM. Colors are simple but limitless, able to withstand time indefinetly blending and mixing with every moment in time. That world of clear horizons and bloodless constitutions are anachronistics, desperatley needing revision crying out for us to change the solesismic ideals of the past. We do best to look to their sky for the rainbow for strength needed, lest we continue to sink further in the darkest shadows never returning to see the assurance of daylight.
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natasha j. ryan
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Natasha ryan
uniquely created to be different.... challenging myself and others around me to be different.
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As it was
The moment you locked eyes with mine I just knew that I didn't stand a chance. The passion in your touches, the shivers my body felt with every embrace. I remember every whisper, every moment you showed love, every time you showed you truly cared. Life was moving so quickly, I prayed for it to slow down. I learned to cherish every memory we made, looking back it gives my soul peace right now.
By Natasha ryan4 years ago in Poets
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