the language of color

pastels
my mind is filled with color
i think in color
i dream my life
in shades of color
light blue
the color of seashells in the morning
i smile at a thought
my mind is not normal
i think in colors of pale pink
like the inside of a teacup
yellow like fresh butter
peaceful bliss in my head
a world where the gates bar all
outsiders from picking the flowers
 
fifty different shades of green
color is the language of my head
do other people speak words in their head?
i speak color
butterflies of vibrant blue and maroon brush
against the half-processed thoughts


my emotions
are the color of the universe
a galaxy in my skull
like the sea it rises
overflows and drips onto the sizzling sand
do other people feel in colors?
close my eyes
i see a world bubbling and
lighting my way
 
vibrant shades and hues
the colors of black and deep red
red like blood
red like anger
red mixed with the galaxy makes
a feeling
 
i can feel the universe behind my eyelids
it's pushing at my brain
there are a million shades of black crowded behind the gates
the colors guide the way from my eyes
through life they show me
the color of a snail's shell in dew
the color of a raven's wing in the sun
the shades of grass
the ideas that sound like sky blue
taste like sky blue
feel like sky blue
 
can you feel the colors speaking behind your eyelids?


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If only we could use colors to speak in this world.  It's so difficult to communicate the thoughts in my head into words....


I am discontent with this blog.  I want to change, to make it better, to be more like the other and better blogs out there, but I'm torn in so many directions. 


I'll probably only be posting poetry here for a while, so hang in there, my darling potatoes. 


On a side note: it doesn't feel like Christmas.  Do you think so?

Thoughts?  Do you speak color in your head?  Does it feel Christmas-y to you?