silverwater

Short-Stories & Watercolor Art

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Color: Pink

Pain

Suffering

Pleasure

Love

The world

A plain field

Of happiness

Full of life

Through suffering and pain

Uncertainty made into form of desire

To live and be

With fear

And love first

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Color: Blue

Three Years

It took three years to situate into my skin. The one I have defined, reject and come to embrace.

It took three years to love the bits that morphed into the woman who was growing to be- at times I did not recognize- what I am today.

It took three years to give colors to soured memories of loss and gain.

It took three years to forgive myself for what I couldn’t control, the parts that we mindlessly gifted once before- as a child gifts a smile.

It took three years to take pause and listen to the empty moments of life’s everlasting terrains.

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Color:

To you my darling, I am but a gasp of air. Smooth and filling. It lights up your eyes, eases your meat and bones. Head on high, embracing the world.

I am but a colorless hue, a brush reduced to the colors given to me.

You wouldn’t comprehend, air rushed out of your lungs.

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Color: Purple and Pink

Beauty is made with melancholic notes of tea and honey.

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Color: Black

People enter your life to teach you things about yourself. A mirror in one hand, another wrapped in thorns. It becomes a relationship of reflection and deflection. Hot and cold with no in between. You can’t help but mold to their pains and traumas, yours in the back burner itching at your insides. I’ve learned the meaning of love through heartache. When others come to your life and assign colors onto you, ask yourself if it aligns with what you know to be true. The soul is the back room to yourself, it’s colorless.

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Color: Silver

It’s lovely to meet and talk the passions of people. Partaking in conversation where the passion and heart of an individual can transmit and sparkle through their voice, eyes and expression. What a wonderful vicarious exchange.

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Color: Orange

Love sucks

Its highs are lovely

Its lows made of deception

I will not give anyone my heart mindlessly again.

I will not be of access to anyone

I will not pour my heart to anyone - it means nothing to the wrong person. Usually it’s a little too late when you realize this.

Love makes you feel warm, it dances with you and feeds you in colorful ways.

Then it slaps you in the face

Now you’ve woken up, chewed up after being spat out

You’re made out to be the villain

Unpleasant in their eyes

Fuck you

You have won the biggest award of all

Your “cut-off game”

May your trophy be made of the finest gold

You petty motherfucker

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Color: Purple

Te ame con toda mi verdad

Una gota roja en un mar azul

Te marchaste sin paso atrás

Soñé de tus carisias

Tu olor ya desconocido

Ojos tiernos que se volvieron fríos

Voz lejana que me despertaba

Flores derramadas

Aprendí de lo que eras y no pudiste ser

Marchite con el color violeta

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Color: Brown

Waves of colors came and left. I couldn’t distinguish them at first. It was vibrant and dark in some parts. It embraced me with its warmth. Joy introduced itself, it was a beautiful shade of yellow. I fell in love. When you’re feeling so good, a nervous feeling starts to kick in. I started seeing purple, it would wake me in fright at night. Fear had introduced itself to me. The cold replaced the warmth, soon after black tears flooded my minds eye.

In me, without you - left behind you never looked back.

In you, without me - sparkle that burnt itself hot to nothing.

The colors never stopped coming, bright and dark I welcomed them all.

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Color: Red

Sincerity in Truth

Life is cyclical. In any given direction our many paths follow a continuous natural current underneath the surface we walk on.

Connect it to nature with its four seasons. Each bring their own natural disasters, but they are not permanent. Nature mends itself. Just as Winter follows Spring and Summer follows Fall.

Growth shouldn’t be permanent otherwise life would be frozen in time. Where there is death, comes life. Where there is light there is darkness. Un punto rojo en un mar de verde, Yin and Yang.

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Color: Orange

I went home and found serenity in picking flowers. I spoke to the moon each night, it shed light to a transformation happening within me. The birds cheered me with their songs. I bathed in a river full of tears and smiled at the sun.

The days came and went. The flowers brightened in their bloom. The sun rose in amber and reds. The moon turned its silver face each night.

I needed to understand something.

Inside me existed a paradise called home.

I’ve abandoned you. How you’ve changed since I last came back.

I love you and I’m sorry.

In me you’ll flourish.

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Color: Silver

In uncharted lands, I look within to see the arsenal of parts that have become me. I need to move forward and chip away to gain new parts. It’s the only way to overcome the dangers of selfs ahead. Growth follows close behind.

I reshape and form to the beat of nature and every passing moon phase. 

It’s uncomfortable yet illuminating. A love and hate relationship composed of dark and light. Cyclical change of infinite selves looping in different speeds.

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Color: Pink

My heart aches at the sight of him. It reminds me of all I didn’t see- the fragments of love and self. The urge of giving love in return of feeling loved.

I wanted to do more, be more, I was inspired by him.

I forgot myself in the process trying to catch up.

I fought in order to rescue what had been lost.

A dream that soon became a nightmare- it almost stopped my heart.

I woke up standing alone in an empty corridor wiping away my tears.

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Color: Purple

We breath into this world our hopes and dreams.

Life turns them into a wounded bird filled of needles named Trauma.

The wind become sharp quiet whispers,

“It forgot how to fly”

“Did you see its wings?”

She will need to uproot with will,

He would need to spread its wings with might,

They would need to fly and see

Love and hate have their moments of crashing waves.

Soaring through purple skies,

The bird remembers when it was born,

It foresees that it will forget the magic behind its wings many times.

Without fear it savors the air of light

Watching with joy the trees below

Now filled of flowers named Glee,

It will not forget this feeling.

The bird glides over the sea.

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Color: Purple

Dragging feet and heavy hands pick up the pieces once again

A collection of fragments that were once whole

Its form becomes different each time

Tears become the glue to what will become

Preserving your faith

Piecing yourself together and holding yourself together

Becomes a painful act full of smiles that hides the shattered heart.

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Color: Green

There is no other sensation as the element of air caressing your senses.

Breath

Melody of birds will soon reach your ears.

Connect to the now

Soon your heart will smile.

The spirits of nature embraces you

You are a flower that is loved.

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Color: Purple

Birds songs wake sun from its slumber,

It’s time for moon to turns its face.

A gradual turn up of light,

From crickets songs and fireflies lights.