Paintbox.

Blood of my blood that runs scarlet red, rivers that rage through my DNA, these parts of me they can't be changed, they make me a sinner and also a saint. 

Forest fires devoid of rain nearly burnt my body to a crisp, orange were the embers that remained, as I maneuver through life's malevolent marigold maze. 

Yellow bellied and afraid to admit I was different from the rest, still, society and its rules sought to suppress my truth, now, as I seethe under the saffron sun while she sets, life gave me lemons so I shaped them into bullets 

I embarked on my adventure to fulfill Emerald City dreams, once I evicted my ego, I was no longer envious or grisly green, as I adopt the lotus position for deep reflection, nothing could feel quite as successful as I do whilst meditating.

Awash in the blues, I was drowning in my own sorrows, sinking in streams of sapphire sadness, these were the lessons that led to greatness.

Insecurities that were once unappealing, ignited, erupting into indigo intuition. My experiences could fill entire oceans, now that I emerged victorious over my emotions.

Violet violence is now just a faded vision, through my introspection I have been vindicated, fields of lavender and lilac fill my garden now that I have learned to love the man I always hated.

Synesthetic Symphony.

Burgundy bells blared brittle, like bread;
savoury silk suddenly singed my silent skin.
Chocolate chimes chased charcoal chalk,
talking toasters tingled tangled trucks.

A hissing whistle wilted hitters, 
tittering critters tinted cisterns.
Blisters erupted belittled erasers;
cauldrons bubbled creation's blazer.

A shock of sterile antiseptic.
Christmas tastes light blue like plastic.
Sometimes seasons sound unfamiliar,
and stranger than a static splinter. 

Sirens arouse sentiments unpleasant,
sharp like spies and estranged sisters.
That's when I just grin and bear it—
colourblind is chaos in its brilliance.

Dolcé Vita.

Eyes like the silhouette of Sicilian sunsets so majestic.
A marble mind carved carefully, with time; prophetic.
His humour could sell out shows at the Apollo.
With a sensitive flair, and sun-kissed hair, his will be a hard act to follow.
Roman nose, defined, and Aquiline; his every feature is disarming.
Floating through my Venetian canals, this Florentine was a natural prince charming.
But most importantly, his heart was Hercules, and his spirit was prosecco sweet.
He would die a thousand times trying to fulfill your every single dream. 
Pray to the Vatican, that we should never part,
I'm Juliet, he's Romeo. 
This boy has captured my heart.

Cobblestone.

Glorious gigantic greenery
filled fantastic flights of thievery.
A thimble; a thin, symbol of servitude,
as symmetrical as pulchritude.

Beauty surrounds all the things we do,
sometimes it's in taupe, others in blue.
Grabbing at levitating atoms
lies a grisly, gnarled rattle.

Games of houndsteeth,
patches of crimson,
line sterile streets with seeds and peat,
like we're in prison.

Catfish catch us at our weakest,
when we're desperate, in secret.
A candid snapshot of us on Tuesday,
mothers no longer tell us who's gay.

Geysers, canals of chaos create my cityscape,
Typhoons wash our troubles off to seabreak.
Hyperventilating, so I take away my hand.
Hold onto me as we spin, I'll add vision to your wasteland.

With fingers tousling your green hair,
my lips will kiss you til you grin.
Crafty soldiers hold my ego hostage,
until you became my breakfast sausage.

When we, crystallize then come together,
we never separate for stormy weather.
Call me whatever you want to,
I'll be a ghoul while I haunt you.

Have a fever, let it take me over;
I'm powerless under your persona.
Six on the stick when we drive,
seduce me whilst I kiss the sky.

Like it or not—you know I'm your guy,
know you believe me when you look into my eyes.
Pull up skirt, then swallow your pride, 
since I know your tears already dried.

Prove to police fame comes at a price,
You don't have to tell it to me twice.
Hop on up, let's see what's so different 
when I know we're both out here 
counting dividends.