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Explosion of Happiness

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

By Keanna Barry Published 5 years ago 3 min read

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

slam poetry

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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