Psychomelodrama

When your world is in greyscale

You have to paint the colors vibrantly

Even when they are all wrong

The red is blood not love 

The orange is danger not warmth

The yellow is jaundice not the sun 

The green is envy not nature 

The blue is tears not the ocean 

The violet is poison not regal 

You have to break the cycle

Take the hue of all the pain
The blue from your shut eyes
The red from your open veins
The yellow from your skin and rotting liver

And you paint or you dance or you act or you sing or you write
You create art

You create something to remind you that
There is color in the world
There is more than an endless void of grey

And you have to paint the colors vibrantly
Because even the worst rainbow is better than a stormcloud

Mouthpiece

When I write
I am my voice
I put emotion to
Words

The emotion is
Mine
The voice is
Mine
But the words are
Yours

My thoughts on
Your wonder in
My eyes on
My page with
My? words

But they have to be yours
They are to you
They are about you
They are made of you
They couldn't exist without
You

I am a voice
Yours

But have no one to be

Mine


My? voice


I cant speak

Way With Words

You always said that words were beautiful that mine were that I had a way with words but you never wanted the meanings I wrote how I feel so I threw it away because you took away my words I have no meaning no more words to speak to you about anything beautiful is wasted on you could not care is wasted on the same old meanings in new ways new words to put away the way I feel about you isn't anything beautiful isn't because there's no way for words to speak words wasted away my way with words has gone away