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Colour
Contributed by
Icequeen
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Monday, 3rd February 2003 @ 04:40:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
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In everyday, in everyway: colour. Muted, vibrant, calm or violent: colour. In what we say, in what we do: colour. In how I see me, and how I see you: colour. In our emotions, and our feelings: colour. Pale or loud, humble or proud: colour. I find in all ways, in everyday: colour.
So I find, when you paint me black and blue Its the colour that matters, not what you do. But I only want to ask this, will you soon paint me red? And then youre beatings will leave me dead, I would be devoid of colour, left grey without life, And then I would blame you: colour. But of course, you tell me you love me, And perhaps I believe you, but that does Not mean that I have to love you in return, And I dont: my life and my heart are too full of: colour. But that does not mean, that I do not burn, As I do, but you burn without colour, and I Could never leave my opposite.
2003 Amy Pluess
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Re: Colour
(User Rating: 1 ) by wyrd_faerie on
Tuesday, 4th February 2003 @ 03:31:27 PM AEST (User
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i love this poem...wow... |
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Re: Colour
(User Rating: 1 ) by Ash on
Wednesday, 5th February 2003 @ 01:12:24 PM AEST (User
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Wow, i find that I really like your work :) This poem really intruiges me and i love the way you used colours along with the word colour to really tie it all together. |
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Re: Colour
(User Rating: 1 ) by ladyfawn on
Thursday, 6th February 2003 @ 08:55:56 AM AEST (User
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excellent poem, but no way would i stay there, yeppers.......... |
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