Coloured of Night

Coloued of Night

Lightness of step
and prism of colour
of one rich red hue
and the next powder blue.
Green splayed in the light
and of yellow wrapped in tight
of purple running off after you.

And of darkness delight
of turning off the light
a million rainbows
prismed; between me and you.

-Matthew Koutzun

This is actually the lightest I've written in a while. And it seems to sugar sweet. I think the blood has gone to my head as I write this sentence to hide the fact that I feel so good and have the artist intent that I should always feel bad. Artist's Pride of loathing is my downfall, been wondering why I shouldn't feel happy, and realize that I really always should. So hurrah for sugary sweetness. The only ones I apologize too are the diabetics.

Prism:Line / Prison:Bar

Prism:Line
Prison:Bar

Please tell me who coloured you
all those shades of violence.
Bruise purple
and tough pink?
Tough skin
and bruised pride?

Tell me who made you strong,
enough that you now don't cry.

Please tell me who coloured you
all those shades of pride.
Smolder red
and sturdy blue?
Sturdy ego
and smolder heart?

Tell me now who crippled both
so you now can't move; can't stride.

-Matthew Koutzun

Simply Put

Simply Put

Simply put:

I have nothing.
I have friends
family
a home
yet want more.

I have security
it what small quantities it is
and what I need to get by,
but have nothing.

Scrooge found this so himself
and find it I can not.

Simply put,
I'm tired.
Of searching,
of falling,
of failing,
and of calling.

And the boredom,
and the stagnation,
and the disposition to the deflation
of the ego that kept me strong.
Falling
Catching
Leaping
Calling.

Calling.
Calling.
Calling.

Simply put
I call out
and a million helpful answers come.
But simply put-
it's me who won't decide.

-Matthew Koutzun

Oh, My Misery Love

Oh, My Misery Love

Oh, I know it's there;
I know, I remember it there,
that deep down inside me misery love.
The hate and bile filled dream
of sadness and soliloquy
my deep down inside me misery love.

It's been years since I've had it
and these days I demand it
that deep down inside me misery love.
And if I could fish I would bait it
once it I have it I hate it
my deep down inside me misery love.

And they all say I'm crazy
for loving my hurtful filled baby who gives me
that deep down inside me misery love.
And I'll take much more
than all the sweet things I could adore for
my deep down inside me misery love.

Matthew Koutzun

I don't know what it is, but I find myself wanting that love that makes us crazy and sad. I want to be depressed and longing, and have tears come a calling, and pine for a love that won't come.