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Some Things Are Better In Black and White

I remember when you were still yellow
Peach blooming out from your skin
And though your eyes held pale opal
Thin lips in pink were still trimmed

The body’s a pallet of colors
Each day brings a new shade of life
But when it all fades to a charcoal and grey
Things shine in a darker new light

What once was a rose colored leather
Feels cold with shades of deep blue
And white forms cracks on your tightening lips
That fade to a ghastly red hue
Your fingernails still remain brittle
But now lined with purple puffed skin
And the sores that had formed as you waited for strength
Turned green where infection set in

Now your body starts to go motionless
Beside swells of off colored brown
And the velvet dyed black that we stand on
Falls into the hollowed out ground

So I think on the last time I saw you
Being washed by times silver rain
And I wonder how long till the memories are gone
And the colors no more remain




Digital

Can’t sleep, can’t sleep. Click click click.
Typing words, following sentences, searching and finding nothing.
But I can’t sleep, never sleep.
There’s no time to rest.
Something is waiting for me out there, I know it!
I can feel it calling to me.
(Can you hear it too?)
It hides behind the metallic flashes of a cold digital dream.
Click. Typing. Frantic searching. Why isn’t it here?

Wait, what was I looking for again?

Another distraction. Start over again.

Can’t sleep, I have to find it. I need it!
Fading clicks, fading vision.
( What am I doing? )
Click.
Stroke after stroke, the keys find my fingers.
Nothing more than an extension of my body into this fictional world.
(Am I becoming a part of this digital mess?)

Search. Find.
Not perfect.
It needs to be perfect. It doesn’t matter unless it is flawless.
An image doctored and mended with realistic textures. Beautiful.
It has to be here.

Searching.
No...
Searching.
It has to be there.
It’s waiting only for me.
Tear it from its universe and strap it to my hard drive,
an eternity of molestation and ogling.
Waiting only for me.
And I won’t sleep till I find it. Click click click.
My digital reality.
No sleep.
Not until I find a dream
hidden behind the pixel screen.

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Wow love these! great job

The first one's use of color words is great, and the second one's giving me a real sense of desperation.