Scarlett Morpeth

Colours - Poem by Scarlett Morpeth

In the beginning there was nothing. 
Sitting still in a room made of paper,
I reached for my pen.
I came to this conclusion.
I've reached this point on my own,
Without you.
Within this room I will rip and tear
Until I come to the outside world.
I don't know what is real and fake.
I reached this state of mind on my own. 
Your stealthy ways will sneak by my paper room. 
I'm in a place of color. 
I'm in a place of realization.
I'm in a place of demand.
Yellow trickery is used everyday
in stacks distributed to almost all
filled with new things
almost obsolete.

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Comments about Colours by Scarlett Morpeth

  • Cosmic Dreamer (11/11/2011 3:04:00 PM)

    'Your stealthy ways will sneak by my paper room.'
    Another powerful poem... Top marks...

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  • (9/1/2011 6:32:00 PM)

    Interesting concept. I have written something of a similar title, but this seems to differ greatly from what I have written. I like this, it's very deep. I hope to see more like this. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 4, 2011

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