colour
I can see blackness.
I can make my way through blackness.
I can feel colour. I can smell colour. I can taste colour. I can understand colour.
I want to be paleness in darkness.
I can love colour. I can hate colour. I can make colour. I can hurt colour.
I can hear it blowing outside my window, in the tree leaves.
I see it now, in the mirror.
I feel cold colour under my blanket. I feel it blowing out from my nostrils.
In how many different ways can you interpret life?
posted by blah @ 2:17 PM
9 Comments:
Your blog is AWESOME!!!!
I love the way you write!! VERY poetic! Thank you so much for your comment & visiting my blog as well! :o)
hey..ranjani said tht she really liked this post..she wud nver post a comment so i just thot i'd let you know..
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thanks jon cox! and i love your art!
and thanks ranjini, in case you happen to visit our blog again! why won't you post a comment! lol!
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Gangu is fond of poems... and Gangu loves this post too! Gangu invites you to check out his blog. Gangu assures you... It is interesting. :-P
Gangu's eyes welled up with tears of happiness as Gangu's read your post on his site. Gangu shall roll out the red carpet everytime you visit :-)
thanks gangu! you're too cute man! lol!
im reading this so many months later and i still love it. i think its the best thing on this blog.
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this and that beelzebub poem.
thanks! :)
and the long poem, the one i had on my pinboard. i LOVE that one the best!
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