ColorMe Green

slit my thoughts
and digest me in your gaze
you're mind is like a poison
mine the harbinger of you disease

just point me in the right direction
I know you find my ties more then a little flammable
you're lust for fire
has never more dangerous then right now

since you've laid it out for me
I might as well take it
follow your path
which leads to my death

locked up in your stare
our thoughts meet
just for a second
lost in a merger

an eternity in a hour
every second a year
every moment an day
in a flash I knew you better then you know yourself

as I learn your plan
just as you know mine
I realize we're not so different
just as I don't know what I write

you don't know who you are

ColorMe Red

lock me up in your room
let me know your insides
oh the joyous occasion where
our lips touch, our tongues collide

take me to your bed
i’ll get lost in your sheets
lipstick covering my senses
my vision blurred red

show me your’ secret
what’s hidden beneath your clothes
and I’ll wait
because it makes it all that much better

I’ll stick to my boundaries
Bound to a bed by desire
Tempt me with a tease
Rivet my senses by accentuating your extremities

I’ll grab you near
As soon as you let me
Whisper in your ear
Screaming my desire

beckoning you forth
dancing to the offbeat
of the rhythm we’ll make
beneath theses sheets

Screaming with your eyes
Controlling with your hips
Lingering on your lips
Into your body I’ll slip

Oh how much power
Is held in the female form
Able to make done
What you want, or would so adore

It will only hurt for a second
But feel so good
Every inch of you is mine
My desire exhumed

ColorMe Aventurine

i never realized before
just how annoying it is
the have someone like you
when you only want to be friends

I've played this card before
I've done it so many time
but now that the tables are turned
The familiar game, seems of a different kind

I really don't quite get this
One thing which I though I was so sure
but that's why life's a lesson
why it's something to be learned

I wish so much
that I could count crows on this event
watch as vultures pick apart my reasoning
so I could join us all in getting some entertainment
of hows stupid it was to really think I knew

I've recently found a love
in messing up and making errors
there's a certain pleasure
That you only get when fucking up

Keeps you on your toes
keeps things interesting
without mistakes
life can be as big and monotonous as smooth mountain

who's only use it taking up space

The point of it is this,
It sucks for both parties
there's nothing good about being rejected
or rejecting

I forgive you

ColorMe Jade

I can’t help you
I’m sorry
I wish I could
but I can’t

I don’t have the attention
time
or patience
to help everyone who looks to me

everyone always does
always has
probably will
but I wish you wouldn’t

I am not your friend
I am just a man who knows how to feel

I’m not your friend
I’m not your lover
I’m not your family

five lines I never thought would hit home so hard
mean so much

I love you
oh so dearly
but just because I care
doesn’t mean I’ll help

what’s sick is I probably could
I could probably help you
cure whatever ails you
but the simple truth is

I’m not going to
I’ve recently decided to live my life
rather than be everyone’s conscience

one of the deciding factors of becoming a writer
was to help people
so if through my writing
if my words hit home

take them
learn whatever you can
and hold on to them
as if they were the only blanket you’ve ever had
but don’t come back
and ask me for more
because I won’t give them

I wish I could
but I’m only one man
and I think I deserve
after living the way I have all my
though very short
life

to go out
mess up
make decisions
I’ll always regret

and get advice
rather than give it
sure I could avoid it
but that’s no fun

I love you dearly
so don’t take this too hard
but if you talk to me
I’ll ignore you

the me you know
exist in digital form
the man on the street is a shell
and doesn’t wish to be any more

I appreciate the comments
they really do make my day
hopefully it’s an honest exchange
but don’t talk to me

I’m sorry
but can't take it

ColorMe Lavender

So it's started again
my desire to feel your lips
your gaze telling me you want me
you need me

I've begun again to whisper your name
when no one's around
day dream on fancied romances
And the parts of your body that remain foreign

I feel this love
I've cast away with such hate
so many times
but it always returns

I want you out of my head
I know you'll just fuck with it
I won't give it too you
even if for once I thought you might accept it

you know you know you tease me
that I don't deserve your taunting gaze
and sudo sexual innuendos
but I guess somewhere in your mind
desire sets in

whispering false hoods
that you want me in some sense
even if you just went through with a mistake
it would be the best thing that ever happened to me
the best chance

for something that I know will never happen

And the thing I can't get over my head
is if I'd rather have never met you
I can't make a clean cut
with all others I've known

whether the lessons I've learned
were worth it
whether the pain, the sorrow
and the joy and knowledge
made an even deal

but with you I don't know
and never will
I've wished, but am not able
to have you let me in

ColorMe Black

And with the twisting of a knife
it all commences

a regret,
a longing or wish that something
which happened
did not

I’ll sit here
in the middle of the night
clasping on to my knees
searching for that protective glove

waiting more than anything
for it all to be over
for a sacrificial thrust
doing to me
what I never could for myself

and the funniest thing
is I’m not even sick
it’s all in my head
just like everything else that’s real

I realize that I am
my own made up character
made real only by my attention
and others by the transitive property

hold me tight
as I grasp you
even in the moment
I still doubt myself

doubt your compliance
and your reasoning
one small comment
and my treatment
has now become my affliction

you are the mother if I’m the father
If I create
It’s in you
because of you
you are the vessel which breeds my hate

with your many faces
and body’s
your very soul isn’t even shared
but still you are
my lack luster
The cause for my decay

ColorMe (Your Deepest Darkest) Red

Being happy is overratted

It truly is
at least now seems to be my reality

But, if this is how i feel,
perhaps it means happiness has gone away
I wish you had let me keep it
over something as mundane as this
taking away my long sought prize possession

or rather not
I never said I wanted to be happy
it was always someone else's goal
to be content with the happenings
with what's going on
and having things happening in the future
that is mine

though I honestly would be happy
to feel myself with someone
to feel that yearning
to see in their eyes and motion
that they want it more then I do

my brain wont rest
my head can't sleep
my thoughts are lingering
desire is pulling me in

to think
the similarity between
love
and love making is this

both you can't get out of your head
like a haunting ghost
it follows you to your deepest parts
never leaving you alone

it plagues your dreams while you sleep
and is your waking thought when you roam
that's the catch22 of it all
your only happy in the action
and you can't get away if you try

ColorMe Burgundy

I sometimes find life to be exhausting
between the repetitions
and constant need for perseverance
I often finding myself in a constant state of near narcolepsy

I know she wants it
but I'm afraid I'll hurt her
I don't wanna mess up
something that's not supposed to be serious in the first place

It doesn't make sense, I know and can accept that
but what I can't except is to
act on an urge
and do what I know will be worth it

I mean,
what the worst that can happen
she says no
oh how horrid it would be
I know she won't flip out
I've already tested the waters
but still this little tick in the back of me head
of that memorable tick
keeps screaming out
that it would be a bad idea

I need this
I tell my head
but it continues
to think and stop
me from getting what I want and deserve

and I want is a kiss
maybe more
jut to know I can do it

if he hadn't fucked with my head so much
I know I'd be able to grab it
but instead it slips my grip
keeps me yearning for more

ColorMe 173, 216, 230

So yea
I'll admit it
I'm pretty happy
things arn't great
probably never will be
but things are good

I'm content
which is good because
that is a
basis for everything

I'll hold on tightly to this
because I have it
which I'm beginning to realize
is really something

I worry
that happiness
is an end for me
that it will
end myself
because this and me
is based on my losses
my lack of ability

I've enjoyed the irony
of my lack of skill being my ability
I hope I still know what I'm doing
otherwise I don't know

I might have to do something drastic
to show I still got nothing left

ColorMe Clear

Alright
I'll admit it
I've taken advantage
of a good thing

I've taken my outlet
the real me
the person inside
and trying to turn it into profit

I've become that which I hate
In order to do what I love?

no, that doesn't make sense
though I'll admit
even this is an attempt
but a last attempt at that

perhaps it's a loss of footing
while trying to scale a mountain
I find comfort at where I am
with my foot dug in deep
pushed in over time
I new sort of warmth sets in
and I have found myself again

now I reach out,
into a scary new world
on a new ledge.
new dangers intact

which is fine,
a comfort zone
brings you nothing
but eventual loss

but here is my err
I try to take with it,
the fancied warmth
of the previous ledge

but my fire is non existent
and my nest is beneath me
the bones are foreign
and just plain odd

so for me to
no
I'm still trying
fuck it

fuck poetic
suave and sexy
I'm lost I'll tell you that
and perhaps that's all I have
All I'll ever have to find my self
is the fact that I'll never find myself

so fuck my ideas
my notions of dreaming
I'll be honest and true
go back to my roots
rip up the pages as I write them
on go on forward

ColorMe Pink

Yea, I could change myself
morph into some the type of person you want
throw a new facade on
become the precious stone you want

and sure, I can be the asshole
the jerk
the substitute for someone you'd want
to satisfy what I feel I want or need

and I'm not done,
still raw in the middle from the last time I got burned

I hope you don't think of me as a game
I know I'm fun
and can keep you entertained
but I think I deserve more the that

I'll hold you tight
keep you warm
wish you well
and whisper into your ear everything you think need to hear

you'll use me like degradable paper
Put me in places no one deserves
preparing for something you want
what you really deserve

when your done
all clean a prepared
I'm tossed aside
ready to be recycled
and used again

and what's most sick abotu this
is me, it was never you
I want to be used
I want to be tortured
I know you don't want me
it would never work
but I still fight

and I'm confused
Used and negleted
I want this to work
show my progress
but I can't
over thinking never works
perhaps I should have quit while I was ahead

ColorMe Gray

Your so stupid,
you godforsaken son of nothing
lighten up
pretend to care

do something that shows your human
alive
of or worth value
to someone other then yourself

a douppelganger sit's alone is in room
crying out to reach someone
someone he knows
can trust

they are all busy
even I
busy
no one has time for the over worked
and under...
well under

to spend a night alone
nothing for comfort but
the idea that sleep with come swiftly
and last long

your body will heal
as sleep is it's savior
but the mind will go weary
for it never truly rests

I'll press your reset button
if I find the time
I'll hold all accountable
as if from a pedestal

I have a complex
but that's not the point
tonight he won't sleep alone
and all will be happy

because trouble will cry out to them no more