Down, down, into the sea,

Someone’s pulling me in

Taking me more deeper,

To a world called underwater.

It’s not hard to breathe anymore,

The sea, she isn’t salty or sore

Her whispers seem like an enchanting wine,

Yes, she is divine.

Taking me to the deepest depth,

She has found her place in my breath

Caressed by her mighty tides,

It’s time to explore many more blue skies.

I am not afraid of my life anymore,

For she won’t let me to get back to the shore

Now it’s time to discover the skies underneath,

Many more blue skies waiting just for me.

Like a lover's heart,

red and pulsating,

and the rainbow,

opposite of depth,

shines it's faint red across waters.

Envious of a friend's success,

green calls its mighty name,

and the rainbow hangs in the sky,

envious of nothing,

other than it will soon fade away.

Yellow bright or deep,

perhaps a coward in our midst,

and the rainbow's yellow,

shines through sunlight,

fixing its way toward sleep.

Blue, the color of hope or sadness,

one a godsend, the other, hopelessness,

and the rainbow's blue,

becomes the centerpice of magic,

that nature give us this magical wonder.

Colors of the rainbow,

colors of the mind,

colors of the heart,

they all meld into one.

Beauty.

i think my mind sometimes goes colour blind

and the world is a somber grey

like the day before rain

or curls of smoke from ashtrays

so i try to make up for it by covering

my bare walls with every shade

every piece of the rainbow

so that maybe when the Sun rises

and spills through the curtains

the rays will catch the colour

and sent it careening into the clouds

in a glorious crescent

and my eyes will once again

know beauty

title inspired by a lyric from the TØP song "Holding On To You"

Skin.

Soft skin.

Warm skin.

To touch it brings a smile

to be touched ignites joy!

It's rarely white, nor truest black-

Purest tones are seldom seen-

a myriad of shades are in between.

Cream and mocha, tan and gold,

Reddish brown and beige and amber!

Darkish, lightish, dusky, pale...

Each one beautiful.

Each one warm.

Infinite shades of human.

i close my eyes and see the colors-

red and blue and purple and green and orange and yellow and pink

blooming like flowers, petals extending

bleeding in the sky

washing into the rivers

swirling, combining, separating

and then my eyelashes flutter again

and i am left with

grey

I close my eyes

and in the depths of ink

behind my eyelids

I can somehow still see colour.

Bursting forth

a macrocosm of

Everything.

Every

thought

fear

hope

worry.

Simply

Ideas.

Yet exploding into

every colour

imaginable-

and further still-

the

unimaginable ones.

Somehow

these thoughts

behind my face and above my throat

are illuminated in more hues

than I could ever see

with my bare eyes

in the daylight

when I'm

cognizant.

There is an entire galaxy

inside our minds

and it is erupting in light

and radiating

Colour.

They splattered her in paint,

marbled patterns of colour

dripping and mixing down her arms;

oozing and pooling at the nape of her neck;

leaking from the corners of her eyes.

They covered her eyelids in paint

until she saw only rainbows.

So every time she thought of purple,

blue,

white,

green,

black,

yellow,

red,

she wondered if she'd really thought of it at all,

or if the paint

congealing on her skin

was all she'd seen.

did i tell you

my blues

were a part of your amaranth sky,

a long way back...

when the oceans were still full of hues

and not undercurrents of miserable plastic,

just like your plastic thoughts,

sinking deep under my skin

spreading like a transparent infection,

inflicting invisible pain?

no blood flowed

so you never saw red spilling out of my hands when I wrote.

each letter took one of my blue cells

and morphed it into memory.

your eyes were teal

with a hint of celeste

and i was innocent to believe

i’d heal in your poison tinged vision.

you made me see stars that never were

and when you went away

there was a void in my reality,

a palette of midnight blue

and pale phosphorescence,

with whispers of an indigo crack.

Even in the blackest night, I have my colors. As long as I have words, I have my colors.

A is of a deepest red, bordering on maroon.

B plays hurricane, storm grey slate, and murky blue.

C is citrus, think of an unripened orange.

D captures ocean dark, navy with silver and shifting grey.

E is grass green bright, with sunlight shining through.

F is olive, plain and pure, with glints of morning dew.

G is grey-blue, like a just-after-sunset sky.

H is wet pavement, somehow the brightest of them all.

I is pale, streaking yellow and lime, opalescent.

J comes with memories, tawny and spices and caramel, recalling a theater stage.

K is fir green, mountain forest, bright and lively.

L is butter, smooth and cream, sleep-soft, quiet dream.

M is magenta, always will be, with red blue and green mixing to a sheen.

N is firetruck, clear and sharp, and firework bold.

O is almost colorless, with the palest of yellows and the palest of greens.

P is the color of freshly baked bread, rich and honey and wood.

Q is snow and orchids and a dusting of green and gold.

R belongs to royalty, vivid purple, deepest violet.

S is mint and cilantro, light and brass and kind.

T declares deserts, and Jupiter's bands.

U is tender, all flour and orange zest.

V is lavender sprigs, gentle galaxy.

W is strict indigo, washing soft like rainclouds.

X is seaweed, murky green brushed with pitch.

Y cries sunset, melting down into deep orange.

Z is dripping red, deepest secret scarlet.

I have my colors always, even in the blackest night.

As long as I have words

I have my colors.

An almost silence.

The quiet, only a gentle hold with fingertips grazing your cheek like a subtle breeze. 

Sand, cold and damp lays underfoot to fall back and forth

Balanced.

You can hear a voice, smooth to the touch. 

Rounded words, dripping from their tongue, falling heavy onto skin. 

The sound wraps around you like silk, clouding your every thought. 

A lament that rises you to the soles of your feet.

A slow unconscious motion, as if sleepwalking. 

Brought to the water’s edge, 

Down dominating dunes.  

And now you ask the Ocean.

You ask the Ocean to help you feel, 

To envelop you within its waters,

To have its life pulse through you. 

The glow of a silver moon will 

Dance over skin 

Like ink on paper, the light touch ingrained 

in memory and meaning. 

If you dip your foot beneath the waves, they’ll welcome you, 

Flowing up your legs to fill lungs with the deep inevitable. 

Have you ever heard the ocean’s voice? 

It’s color copies the rise and fall of the sky, but it’s voice 

Always rings blue. 

Holds sharp with a calm resonance to ripple throughout 

As waves crash and leave foam in their wake.

This color comes with no demands, just Connection. 

Flowing through you.

No need to understand, 

For there’s no reason other than the want to

Exist.