speakingcolors : Writing

stray thought #72

stray thought #72

A Poem by speakingcolors


deep down everybody wants to be a fool.
unidentified information

unidentified information

A Poem by speakingcolors


it's too much i don't even know how to process it all it time, though, i suppose everything must fade i just hope it's not me
i hope you're okay

i hope you\'re okay

A Poem by speakingcolors


why does emotional pain stick with us so long? why is it so easy to remember what it felt like, what it feels like now? it stabs, giving us a brus..
brush burn

brush burn

A Poem by speakingcolors


it got scratched today, quick like a brush burn, but i'm still trying to figure out howmuch it hurts.
you

you

A Poem by speakingcolors


i'm pretty sure this one isn't finished.
where?

where?

A Poem by speakingcolors


i stare at the red dot that talks to me. "you are here,"it says. but i'm kinda unsure of where exactly that is.
bella mia

bella mia

A Poem by speakingcolors


another attempt at a foreign language poem. probably butchered this romance language, too. curses abound.
mademoiselle

mademoiselle

A Poem by speakingcolors


standing perfectly in your white cotton sundress, the sun reflecting off your longtumbling hair, you smile. your barefeet press lightly down on t..
stalemate

stalemate

A Poem by speakingcolors


my mind is racing with thoughts, nearly full to capacity. but it's the funniest thing: i can't think of anything to write.
speechless

speechless

A Poem by speakingcolors


i'm sitting here speechless and thinking of you as the teapot whistle grows softer and softer