Mirrored
Embracing others
helps bring me ever closer
to my own flawed self.
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Reeling
Silver screen,
golden smiles,
and dolla-dolla bills
y’all.
White
The tall shimmering castle
of alabaster stone:
is it filled with peace
or just silence alone?
While I enjoy the vision
of the untouched stone,
I often wonder what’s the point
when there’s just an empty throne.
Blue
There’s the steady weight of sorrow
for those you left behind
as you journey towards tomorrow
through the never-ending sky.
Yellow
The pallor of a scaredy cat
is strangely quite akin
to the color of the dandelion
rising o’er the vase’s brim.
Isn’t it unusual
that a vice that’s so despised
would be the same hue as the flowers
blooming right before our eyes?
Red
The rhythm, the beat,
the fire, the heat,
the fervent devotion
of primal emotion
expressing victory and defeat.
Purple
It’s the mark of kings,
martyrs, and all those who bear
life’s greatest burdens.
Green
The young and the old
grown wild and free amid
the deep verdancy.
Orange
You’re unrhymable
but a tasty beverage;
all is forgiven.
Black
The deepest dark cannot compare
to the midnight in your eyes:
a haunting herald that falls short
of your ambitions realized.
And when your rancid, wretched heart
is for all publicized,
they’ll all search lexicons in vain
for meaning in your ebon eyes.
A (wise) man of two faces 