What for you need a pen that writes black?
The man at the counter shot back
What has the blue done to offend you?

Look up the firmament
Over there the kingfisher
Once I had been to the sea
She was blue
Surely you prefer over black
A blue saree for her
So many men have staked their life
For the blue eyes of women

And then as if volleying the winning goal

Why not color all your wishes with blue
To paint the world blue-wish?

As I turned to walk away
My eyes caught the writing on his wall..

Black ink for the black heart
For the fool and the dull
Blue for the man of art
With matter in the skull

I had come to the wrong shop.

grandma came from malta, or was it

gibraltar, anyhow dad was very dark.



his hair remained so, with help and support.



i came from england to live here with you



#thebear.



also from another country.



i hear there is trouble in the village.



yes. i am scared they will shout

and say go home.



another country.



sbm.

I have something to say and it's taking me so much courage to tell you. It's a scary feeling and it's also so overwhelming. I wake up with these thoughts splashing around in my head. They overflow onto my day and drown me in thought of us. I've been holding back for some time now, thinking that this feeling is rushed. I thought that by holding back I may be able to better grasp it and analyze it to make sure that it's real. And now that I've taken this time, I'm finally ready to share.  I'm ready for you to know that I won't ever let you go. I'm ready for your next move, whatever that may be and I'm ready to stand by your decision. I'm ready to smile every day for the rest of my life. I'm ready to be loved and give love in return. I'm ready for big dreams and future planning. I'm ready for commitment. I'm ready for mistakes and hiccups along the way. I'm ready for uncertainty. I'm ready for passion and a breath taking life. I'm ready to give you my hand, my heart, my mind, and my body. I'm ready for you to know that I'm ready for you. I know that I'm ready, but I'm also ready to wait for you to be ready too.

Should poets be like good Romans,
And fall on their pens
When they loose the fight;
Or should we take flight,
To write another day?

No silence..
Just emptiness Hales.
I'm lost babe.
I'm confused and I'm hiding and I wish you were here.
I am so good at it huh babe?
You used to tell me I'll only be alone for as long as I want to be.
Hales, I'm breaking.
I'm slipping so fast.
And I can't get up.
I can't.
Not again Hales.

The tears are all gone.
Face damp but slowly drying
Numbed beyond repair,
Sleep comes slowly
And in waves.
In and out,
Drifting in pain and sadness,
Nothing left to feel.
Only the darkness now.
No smiles left to burn
No laughter left to muffle
Just a living corpse
Nothing left to make it human
Yet the heart still beats
Broken, destroyed
But still beating.