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Red
Red is Red Green is Red for me I see colors I am color blind I know Red I know what I was told is Red I know I like Red I know I like Green what you call Red Green is Not Red If Green is Red, or Red looks Green, I like Red Colors matter Colors aren't everything Colors make something Colors are deceptive, more shades Colors paint a picture Colors distract I can see colors, they make me feel I can see, I have other senses I know colors You don't know colors like me Colors are what we see Colors can't be seen Colors were named Colors are a name Love is Blind Love will make you see in deeper colors
By simplicity30 days ago in Poets
Finding Behavioral Residue
Everything is the same, yet nothing is the same. By appearances it felt like home, but the heart of it is missing. The light from the sun floods in, in search of it, but unable to find it, so light is everywhere. It seems extra bright as if trying to compensate for the loss even it knows exists. Light touches Everything in the office. The settled dust sparkles as glitter giving it a heavenly feel. Maybe it once was.
By simplicity2 months ago in Psyche
The Almost Insurrectionist
A silent disguised call to arms. An equation unfully calculated. An affront ready to be met aggressively. A group, ready to be the iron fist of the general public. Injustice, will not stand. The noise rose up and hung around as a thick fog would.
By simplicity3 months ago in Fiction
Enshrining Complement
The humidity suffocated. Unlike the balmy days of summer she spent with her siblings playing outside until sunset, this was miserable. Sweat glued her shirt and skirt to her skin. She periodically squeezed out the sweat, but to no use. It would be saturated a second later. She watched as drop after drop, dropped, a reminder of the precious liquids leaving her body. She had been walking and walking and walking. She needed something to eat and she needed water. She had walked so far. If she could lift her legs she would have attempted to run in any direction, but they were close to being numb and lame so it was out of the question. She mentally pleaded to the weather and earth for rain, a river or even a puddle at this point. Cloud cover would be the least that could be done. She'd seen 'Naked and Afraid', that was enough of the experience for her. She wasn't yet desperate, but getting there. She realized all the things she should have done differently. All the items she should have brought. Her foot hit a root and she tumbled to the ground. The root trip was the last straw to her upright mobility. She stayed down in defeat, on the ground. She took her worn sneakers off and rubbed the soles of her feet. She could feel her fingers rubbing on the soles of her feet. Reassurance that they were simply tired and not at risk of needing to be amputated. Before closing her eyes and accepting a slow death, she notices something she recognizes. A small cluster of maroon gourd shaped jewels showing among the greenery. She rushed to them. Plucking clusters of them from the tree as delicately as her need allowed. She didn't bother peeling the figs. She ate the whole thing. Then another and another until she felt her stomach reflex reminding her it could spill all it's contents if she continued. She shoved what she could in to her pockets and her small bag. Ignoring the sticky mess as a few delicate fruits burst under the pressure of her frantic touch. The strap of her bag had left a rubbed rash on her neck as she was wearing it securely across her body. A canvas, water resistant crossbody bag that tourist wear. She wasn't a tourist to the overall place, it was home, but she was a tourist to this particular forest. Surveying the land drew her here. This was just going to be a surveying trip. Over eager and confident she had gone alone early. She should have insisted her and her colleague drive here together. She was supposed to meet a fellow colleague here an hour later, but she must have gotten the location wrong or possibly her colleague did, she had yet to find her. She fell back to the ground, her sugar rush wearing off. She felt strengthed from the fruits none the less. The sugar left her thirstier, but somehow with less immediate need for it.
By simplicity4 months ago in Fiction
Inspiration Behind the Inspired
Women developed the term 'imposter syndrome'. To me, women, always seemed a little like the chicken and the egg argument. Did they get there bc of men or other women or mostly on their own. Was it really merit or good personality? Is it true, many only get to those positions by being extra intelligent or more beautiful physically? It is said there is a strong women behind every good man. These men are influenced by these women. What made these woman tolerable to them I wonder.
By simplicity4 months ago in Motivation
Dame Nature
Breaking through the ocean skin with her dive, she pushed her way back up to the surface. She flopped over onto her back and lay floating in the sunshine zone. What the first people must have thought on first seeing the life in the waters. She saw shrimp eel and even a pacific spoon nose along with some other fish. Although determined to be fish, the first inhabitants must have seen the inescapable serpent appearance of these creatures and thought the creatures were snakes. It would be hard not to believe the serpent owned the majority of the land and waters. The deep waters must have seemed like such foreign places.
By simplicity5 months ago in Fiction
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