I'm merely fallen ash
Fallen heavy but light
A dust so fine
A pitiful sight
A grey so dull
Lifeless and fragile
Upon the breeze
I'm carried for miles
Thrown to the side
Like I have no worth
No longer loved
I live a curse
Embers of a fire
Once roaring bright
Now only ashes
Of my former life
©Kim Brown 31st August 2012
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Writing has been my friend since a teenager...I laugh, cry, think, pretend, smile as I do it. I feel that I communicate better through my writing as in person I can appear a tad scatty.
#phrase. There's a blank space replacing your face. You sold your story well. You kept a pace, ahead of the race. Let's see where now you dwell. Your methods base, barely a trace.
Stitching up a broken heart, A trade, a cult, a work of art, A skill, perfected, takes its time, To tack a thread through the fault line.
(W)e couldn't have been better suited, that was my initial belie(F). (A) mistake in judgment I now truly fee(L). (T)here is now a longing for temporary amnesi(A).
Why does the rainbow get so much fuss. It's not like the colours are new. You can find them, after all, In other places too. Red in the flesh of a tomato, Red in the mark of a knife.
Colour is the mover, The motion and the force, A swirling revolution, The energy, the source. Colour is the changer, It brings the world alive. It makes me who and what I am. I need colour to survive.
A myriad of colours make up our life; A composite for every emotion. Sombre shades for darker times; Vivacious tones for love and devotion.
*Sorry, it's a little complex and unconventional* An iris, cerulean blue. Rimmed with not-a-clue. A pupil oh-so-black. There's something it does lack. Retina of dreams. This one's not all he seems.
Super glue will do When you want to stick things fast But it's semi permanence And not really made to last How about some Special Brew.
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