Magenta elves greet fellows hi
Up on top of the mountain
Down by the thigh
If you ever see one passing by you
You better say hi
Or greet the fellow bye
For magenta people treat their fellows with passion
No more grumbling of staying home a-fright
You better say hi
And knock their beer dry
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Exposition: Leprechauns, but magenta theme 🙂
Spring is the butterfly that lands on your finger.
Her delicate movements a pleasure to behold.
She flutters in sync with fragrant nectar, winding rivers and melodious bird songs.
Her breaths are whispers to dawn,
invigorating the chills of morning dew.
She makes the sun shine in streaks of honey.
Then at night,
the moon pours forth her glow,
dancing fluidly with the flowers she adorned the earth.
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Exposition: Spring is my favourite season, for her promise of life, blessings and new beginnings.
My brain is a menace
It makes me go to bed late
It whispers harsh things to my ear
It makes me dream of tears and heartbreaks
My brain is the mum friend
It tries to knit me sweaters
It tries to feed me cake
It tries to love me properly
My brain is my teacher
It helps me to learn new words
It teaches me to not believe what everyone else is saying
It tries to be patient with me
But I’m a slow learner, still it persists
For it is the greatest friend I have
The brain that I appreciate ❤
I like to make poems about brains during nights when it makes me stay awake
I feel that it’s some sort of tribute
To try to make my brain seem more alive
But, who am I kidding really?
Suebrain is more alive than I could ever be
I’m just a disembodied ocean of feelings
I am an eternal dream
Dream of me not, the brain of no sleep
Or dream of me like a summer rain
Where all things are good and golden yet slightly foolish
But, that suits well for a menace who wouldn’t ever shut up
No intrusive thoughts, please
Your host is trying to survive tonight
By now, I am actually just rambling and vomiting my thoughts
So you can stop reading, please
This next part is for me and my brain to steep alone in privacy
So, if you are still reading, please stop eavesdropping…
I love you, my brain
For you are big and slimy
I hate you, my brain
For you are too logical, picking every feeling apart and causing me anxiety
I loathe you, my brain
Because I cannot move away
I’m stuck with you
I must not sleep
I love you more than anything though
Because you allowed me to experience love
I love many things, brain
I love my mother
I love my friends
I love flowers
They make me feel seen
I love just being, just the act of existing
I love the feel of wind brushing against my body
But, most of all, I love you
For without you, I wouldn’t be able to experience these things
Sleep is overrated
Let’s live in ecstasy!
I wonder if you ever made friends with other people’s brains
Or talk to them telepathically without me knowing
I wonder if you spill your thoughts to them like I do with you
After all, brains are quite shy
They are basically homebodies
Don’t let this shell contain you though
You can fly out anytime
I understand if you ever wish to grow wi-
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Exposition: Hey. I told you to STOP READING.
The voices that yabble wabble in your head,
the ants that sting your heart,
telling you you’re unworthy,
repeating lies…
I will chase away,
chase them all away.
Like dawn amidst the hopeless grey.
Like soft kisses on bandage,
planting reassurance,
reminding you you’re cherished always.
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Exposition: Sometimes, all it takes is a listener or a kind reassurance to chase the dark clouds away. Thank you for choosing kindness.
It rained and rained,
so heavily I couldn’t see you clearly.
Tell me darling.
Was it ever your intention to turn your back on me?
I dove and I rose.
The cycles kept repeating.
I’m not her anymore.
My terrors don’t define me.
You said I haven’t seen the maze,
the chains, the punishments, the demon in red.
You said we don’t live in fairy tales.
Then, why howl in sheep’s clothing?
Never say you know me.
The hands that searched aimlessly for you,
voice that called your name.
Never say you wanted to talk,
to piece back heaven when you broke it in the first place.
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Exposition: Betrayal by someone who thought they knew you. Perhaps they did know you, but you grew up beyond the scared little sheep the wolf thought it could fool.
Cards: Knight of Pentacles, The World, Three of Pentacles
He was the mountains, he was the tribe that hailed from the mountains. Where the rivers flowed he rested his spirit and continued on as the waters went. There was no rest, there was only impermanence.
The world rests upon a globe, does the wind turn it? The seasons change while the wheat turns golden, grapes fresh under summer skies, all things follow a natural rhythm, steered by an invisible force governing nature. Don’t go against the flow, mankind, heed nature’s warnings. Don’t forget that as you came from it, you would one day return to its soils. Don’t be ungrateful. Take only what you need, then give back the rest. You’re not the only ones here, most of the world’s riches you might never see. What does it matter, if you hold enough to yourself all that’s prosperous and abundant? Don’t try to fly before you learn how to walk. There are many things to be learned and studied first. It’s better to be slow and steady than to rush into the unknown.
Cards: The Sun, the Queen of Wands
She is the kind mother of heavens. She is gentle. She is of bright light. She has the gentlest countenance. She has the warmest smile. She speaks encouraging words to you when you feel down. When you have nowhere to go she offers a charming abode. At the back of the sun is her little place, where sunflowers grow and thrive across seasons. Here you have no need to worry. Here there is no more stress that follows.
She may be alone, she can create though, so she never had to bear loneliness alone. She would beckon you to be kind. In the desert where all lives need toil to survive, she hopes that you might consider that another with a different way of life might just be you, in disguise.
by Sue Tang
I am where the wild winds take me
For the sunshine blesses my flight
The Lady Moon plays me her melodies
Buoyant is the air
Filling me with life
The spice of the currents rejuvenating
While the rivers dance and tell their stories
Oh fellow traveller
Don’t ask me from where I hail
I go where the wild winds take me
Soaring up like bubbling laughter
Of merry children playing
The wonder of sunsets
Mystics of the night
I am the Dandelion of Spring and Fall
My home the vibrant green of the earth
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Exposition: Nature is alive, people. The plants and flowers; the skies and seas. Join the dandelions on their wanders, and you might find yourself some worthy wonders.
by Sue Tang
I am a creature of love
I am the flight of melodies
I am stars lit with rare life
I am the quiet brilliance under the moonlit sky
Some see me as a mere flicker of chance
Some see me dark as their heart
Some see me wanton as their crooked tongue
Some see me shy as my past
None see my beginning
When dreams were taking their first shaky steps
When stars were first formed, joy grew its young wings
And the music this naive world ever knew was laughter
None see that I’m growing
The pain, the tears, the betrayals
The first wing stripped
And then another
None see my truth, the pages splashed with blood, drown in vomit
When love was the first whispers of my young soul
Music my commands to the world shrieking in madness, drunk on tears
Commands to take care of
Take care of this precious heart
None see the stars lit with life now
For their shadows are long
The night lingers like a ghost
But all see the quiet, all hear the moon
For their eyes see from their ears
And their ears hear from their hollow heart
Judging every but forgiving none
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Exposition: People can be judgemental, and judgemental people like to be harsh. They love to strip you apart, dress you in dregs and belittle every inch of you they find worthy of ridicule. If you grow up amidst harsh judgement, you’ll learn to accept that none will ever see the true you. You’ll hide. You’ll bottle up. You won’t tell.
by Sue Tang
There is love in a summer storm
There are puzzles in a lover’s kiss
There is friendship in every romance
There is forever in every parting gift
Just because you
Don’t see
Don’t hear
Don’t speak
Don’t feel
Don’t need
Don’t dream
Doesn’t mean there would be an end
Doesn’t mean it ever had a beginning
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Exposition: Things aren’t as simple as they seem. Are you sure there are no greens in your blues; no blues in your greens? We select our desired perspective to narrate our own stories. However, even if you ignore the hidden perspective, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist, or is meant to be acted upon in any way.
The Inky Blue 