Purple Poetry

I know your crying, and I'm hurting too, But why make yourself cry? This I cant think through. Your not going to fight, not tonight. Not going to argue, Lets see this through. Your "going to bed", but we both know your crying. Its hard to hear "I love you" When the words are never said, and theres nothing more I wish right now, then to be there stroking your hair, your head. I miss you so much, and Its stressing me out, but lets see this through, don't get a doubt. Im holding back my tears, and I know you let yours go. I cut my breath short, and hope that you do too. The pant of your heartbeat, and the bounce of your soul, leave me left stranded, guilt takes its toll. I'll put up with it all, If I can only call, and we can talk this out. I'll give you all I can, Just keep me as your man, and baby, a Kiss goodnight.

What a shame to watch this peak fall, this love die, this blight take over. What a shame to watch the shades of blue, turn to shades of you, This love fades, this blight takes over. What a shame to see you with him, his false grim, This love frowns, the blight took over.

A magician once told me, once when I was young, He told me watch out boy, or love will have you strung, He said that every love goes sour, and every love goes tart, the only time that love is strong, is when it first starts. He carried a satchel, for him to keep them in, for each love that went sour, he had a lemon. Some lemons were rotten, and some were bright as can be, and he handed me the worst one I could see, smiled, nodded, and said it was for me.

From the start, All ive ever wanted to be, was someone that everyone could love. I wanted to be every romance novel, and every special kiss, every special moment, and every secret wish. I want to be the hand to hold onto, and the hugs that never let you go, the love of one-thousand lovers, the love that warms you in the snow, I want to be the eyes that you lock eyes with, the love for which you brag, the love that makes you smile, through every snitch and snag. And with every piano key, I want you to think of me, and every time your bored, hear my voice and my chords, and everytime your lonely, just take a look up at the light, and remind yourself the words i say "I love you babe, goodnight"

Your words piece right through my flesh, and they shatter my bones, They cut out a word called "love" but it comes in a morbid tone. You remind me of the past, the cheats and the lies, the heart that won't beat, and my watery eyes. You've cut out my lungs, and hung my feelings out to try, you put me through hell and im back, and i just question "why?" Your broken and your breaking, everything thats worth taking, with you and your sick game, It's making me weak, your little game, of hide and seek.

Does the world just fall, suspended from a chain, hung above the ceiling, in this universe, we claim. This world made of play-doh, and the sands, scraps of paper, from this book that we tear apart, called life. And the water - a mix of tears, from the cries of the adults. The very same tears we shed, as kids. And the world has been changing, lost track of love and peace, and after all that we can do together, we dont make any changes - none the least. We try to love the haters, and but envy the lovers, that have something you wish, could be yours. You shed the tears that you did, the same day you first fell, on the first week you walked, in the first year you loved.

The tart yellow fruits, fall quickly from the trees, coming to the ground screaming "pick me up, eat me please!" If my mouth was the gate, and the lemons were the key, you'd never get my throat, as lemons aren't for me. If my tongue was a sensor, covered in thousands of nodes, and If I was to taste a lemon, it might just make my tongue explode! If my taste buds were a maple's leaf, it'd get blown back to start, A lemon's punch is like no other, its just to sweet and tart.

This poem is about alliteration, on repetition, like fishin', and wishin' for the swishin' and the kitchen to cook the fish for that you wish and pray to catch. The fish thats dead, and lost its head, laid down to bed, for the last time.

The world formed from Technicolor, and there was never a color "haze", White people, Black people, Brown people, but what about the Grays? They travel travel through the underground, and let their skin become pale, blaring new rock music, The Whites say grays are from hell. The Blacks think Grays are a strange folk, as the wonder across the land, and they know the cant defend themselves, for they cant hold a gun without hands! The browns call the Grays lazy, and I can certainly see why, The grays have always been that way, When asked to work they always heave a sigh. But the Grays are Grays and Grays nonetheless, as the look into the sky, and they grays all share one question, why did god make us this way? Why!?

The crows come to me, as I fall asleep, The suffering they cause, can only make me weep. They fly in through my window, most every single night, and land right on my brain stem, nothing halts their flight. They begin to peck away, and my dreams crumble down, and my people are just torn apart, and set fires to my imaginary town. My lover's burnt to ashes, and her face melts in the sand, and the rest of her falls apart, as Im left with just her hand. And now the pain feels real, and the crows have caused a fright, They fly right out my window, and wait to haunt another night.

I'm not a fish, and I know we're not fine, I'm doing what I can, Please don't cut the line. You've gone fishing for love, and got yourself quite the catch, And I know Your struggling, Don't cut the line, don't let go yet. We try to make it work, but in the end only hurt, and I feel like theres no since in words, as I speak with gills, and you listen with ears. I cant breathe when you take me, Out of my haven, and into your Air. But I go there because Im okay with death, as long as I'm with you when it comes. But lets make this work, I know we can try, You get a gill, I get a lung and our love will never die.