Gray
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Is grey your favorite color?
The shade of stagnation
The memory of disappointment
The sky on the worst of days
Grey like the colors of your heart
The grey from stormy clouds
Love is a trap.
Love gets a bad rap.
But why not?
You do what you don’t ought.
Just like me, you’ll see.
I met someone by accident.
I quickly thought it was meant
to be. That we were destined.
Doll House
September 6, 2018 ~ Thursday
Winter in the heart
Blue as the sea
Off the windy coast of Maine
A little mermaid in waiting
Dear Grey,
The stormy clouds,
The people you enshroud
To the color of a dull and blunt blade
You are the dusk,
The color of dust
You are the rocks on the bottom of a rough river,
There are no big memories,
Because I can't exist in the small.
Im tired of walking in between the two,
Trying not to fall,
I can walk a million miles in an inch,
Because my world is so small,
Dolphin Gray -
The color of my favorite
Crayola Crayon
At six years old
slightly blue-tinted gray catching my eye
I look into his eyes and
See a fantasy world.
Filled with unique colors...
Colors not yet identified.
Shy sparks of blue
Hide beneath his smile.
They light up the sky
Gray is the storm cloud on the horizen
threatening to release a monsoon of rain upon us
gray is the sliver hairs draped upon a wise man's head
Twilight snuck up on daylight
Like a hunter to its prey
Replacing light with shadows
Painting the city in shades of grey
Mom lights a candle
A diya, a lamp
I have to choose
Red or blue
Voices of reason
Larger, louder
Like fresh leaves after a storm frost
My feelings for you have taken a set deposit of raindrops
Like vivaciously gentle sunshine on a crisp January day
My soul is fresh torn away from the threads left by you
My Life,
I've always faced conflicts and bad luck,
I never can find myself happy for a full month,
not even a full week,
better yet a whole 24hrs,
But I hold on,
When I look up; I see emptiness,
When I look down; I see limits,
When I look straight; I see destruction & beauty,
But all that changes, when it goes dark.
When I look up; I see infinity,
Torn Between two, One black and the other white.
Yet dull, gloomy and often unnoticed.
Dismal, and outcaste are likely to be,
is exactly the reason you are for me.
To many its a sad and true emptiness,
Be okay.
No, I refuse! I tire of being okay. I want to be a fury or a muse! Oh please, I beg of you,
Let me be crude, disheveled, and nude.
Within this uncompromising maze,
the faceless men in white suits
force you to stumble along
the path from point A to B.
Tall white walls confiscate creativity
and slowly strangle the unsuspecting
Now that summer washed away,
and school is in full swing,
I realized there's no time to play,
or warmth until this spring.
I must look beyond the gray,
and look for all that's good,
The first day of middle school, dread and fear.
This is what started my eighth grade year.
I knew no one, not one single friend
soft and furry
try not to scurry
sizing up a lion
we are not buying
no need to freak
the point is bleak
we live among you
its true
the name you gave us
Emotions explode in a definite roar
Pushing rational thoughts away
Logic shatters across the marble floor
Leaving nothing but cities of gray
Now as I gaze into the open door
It takes a while. Speaking. Writing. Communicating. These are all things which people take for granted. Luck. Something which does not come easily to me. Ouch! Unfortunately, this simple word is said a lot. Almost daily. Too often. Brain. Head.
Everybody is gifted in their own way
So why do we try to wrap them in the same box
Thinking if it works for one it works for the other
but just because they are both white
does not mean they are matching socks
Down on my luck
Out of my mind
What's going on?
I've lost track of time.
Where do I go?
Why can't you stay?
It doesn't make sense
these words that you say.
What's this I hear?
My days are blurring over
Everything turning into one dark grey
The thoughts I think all different shades
Cool, Dark. Subtle, Sudden. Shocking, Gawking…
The greys chase eachother through my mind
