Found Poetry

This is no world for escapists.
The only way to live is to be brave,
To hold blame and shame,
And imprison your dark memories
As they eat away at you,
Pounding on your soul and destroying reason.
You must stay where you are
Until darkness descends like wolves
Demanding your soul
And threatening to destroy you.
Hold your ground.
There is light on the horizon.

~effervescent laughter

http://www.tep-online.info/fable/rabbits.htm 

The Eleventh Color

Ever wonder why we only see a total of ten basic colors, at most? I mean, there are in between colors, but why isn't there eleven? 

I sometimes wonder what it would look like, the eleventh color. I see more colors than I was meant to, flickering across pages and music.  But I can't help but feel I only have a taste.  

I think it would look like the feeling of raspberry ice cream falling off your cone to the grey pavement, only to be caught by someone you hadn't forgotten.  

Or maybe it would look the way a brand new pen feels sliding across someone's skin, writing a phone number.  

Sometimes, on rainy days, the eleventh color is like a broken goodbye, lodged in my throat. 

I wonder... 

what is your eleventh color? :)

~effervescent laughter

Listen

I hear you.  Your low voice, with its slight accent and rich vowels colliding with consonants.  Your voice, with its wide grin like a slit throat bleeding words into my hands.  You take my hands, point them toward life, toward whatever new thing you want me to see.  Your hands reach high, tracing the air as you leap across the trampoline, touching the black surface as you flip across it, too close to the edge.  I scream. 
But you can't hear me.


~ effervescent laughter

Salutations!

What is a song that makes you want to jump up and dance, whether at home, with friends or at a dentist's appointment? :)

~Effervescent laughter