Explosion of Happiness
When the colours burst in ways that make me feel at peace my negative outlook on life disappears.

My soul may be dark,
Darker than a pitch black kind
What else can that be called?
Other than an extreme measure
Of a scary placement of trouble
A major issue in my eyes
But the halo over my head
It shows I’m divergent
For the praise of impressions I face
Those colours correct my attitude
A stunning pink burst
In which I wish the sky to be seen as
Rather than it’s blue and exampled sadness
In all of if it which is hard to accept
I view pink as a statement
A statement that states pure love
A love so pure and kind
Coming from the heart of a sad girl
A girl set on changing the world
Making promises she hasn’t kept
Not in the ways you may ever assume
Yet for the girl of the century
This girl shines a light bright enough,
Bright enough to fulfill the tasks,
The tasks we all seem to forget
It’s nothing unintelligible; I mean that
More so it’s helpless all so much
Of a situation so dreary
Something so foolish in ways I can’t explain
But look I’ll try to for right now
The pitch blackness of my soul
It comes from brokenness and isolation
Isolated to the extreme extents,
Extents of trying to protect my peace
Then to carry on being who I’m meant to be
I’ll face the world with a smile on my face
But my smile is not held by grace
In a factual manor my smile may be laced
In the colour scheme of life I’m an example,
An example of why lies need to not be told
And stigma be a reason of understandment
From one another towards our fellow beings
To ourself and pass that off through love
My mind shadows a blue escape
This beautiful colour resembles sadness
It reflects my thoughts and feelings
The ones that burn through my skin
Tracing the mesmerizing idea of self-hate
I’m troubled but you’ll never see me as red
Being “red” or angry is not my line of living
Not being angry is a blessing, my blessing
My life is point blank a strange one
Though I care to share some of this
Then to shed most of what I can into ones,
Into ones not used to being cared for
The bitter ends may be rough
So I turn back into being an angel,
An angel or one that they can believe in me
This “they” is everybody
The influence I wish to expand on is deep
With the happiness my personality contains
I believe in my ability to prophesize
To show the planet new forms of love
Then on the make it’s people safe
Since we as people don’t recognize,
Don’t recognize our power
Nor our intelligence towards being better
Not many may like the colour of happiness
Yellow reflects the emotion of what is happy
Happy is what many may fear
Myself included for one
Then for two... just about anybody else
Yet to try and burst this colour
For yellow to burst and be seen,
Be seen and be attracted to the ones,
To the ones that want to embrace all of it
We will witness the burst of yellow
In our personal set and in assembly
All that is needed is simply simple
To concentrate our feelings on finding more
Then more of the world will learn in time
This picture perfect era will soon begin
We won’t any longer feel the violent waves
The waves of sadness and anger
The colour scheme of violet
Makes me dare a new idea
When you mix blue with red it forms violet
When you mix sadness with anger
You create a scene,
A scene drawn out as being sullen
To be sullen issues an idea
Of being suicidal
Or of anything close in nature
For such a beautiful colour
It represents a terrible flaw,
A terrible flaw in which we as people follow
This violet burst does not want to be seen
The flames of this colour
They send me into a peculiar state
When I’m sullen I try to mask it off
Going back into my souls ‘pitch black’ state
The rest of me is still intrigued with light
With colours so bright
And with some of my undercover lovers
That’s what keeps me going
In a world that turned me dark against it
All of it hasn’t changed me personally
Though It changed my feelings of being me,
Being me was a blessing
The way the world works
I feel cursed and scared
My passion disappeared
Turning me to a shade of red
A shade of a colour I never want to be
Wishing I weren’t so completely,
So completely turned off from reality
So I’ll burst into colour
Colours so beautiful it lays me back,
Back into my sanity
About the Creator
Keanna Barry
Give me a chance to help you with my own words?
My writing is intended to be read by you and the lessons being learned from what i am saying is all i pray and hope for to help improve quality of life for you, me, and like everyone else too!



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