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Tint Feb 2019
This is a purple moment
With the sky bare-skinned white
Once was a boy with the straw hat
His story be told aloud,

One upon in a day-end
Decided to sit and watched
The sunset in a purple up-ground
In the cliff by the immense pond
It stretched into wonders
The distance by the miles
His eyes failed to hold it closer
"When I grow, I'll see beyond"
And he did became a little older
I assumed, he would further watch

What did I expect? He is only human
And this world has different lights
Now he sees the darker version
That the pond now matters not
For he won't look beyond the sunset
And not to the promise land
The boy now wanted freedom
So he sailed, never came back.
One day it's here and then it's gone.
Tint Feb 2019
On this valentines day
in my head plays a replay
Of a world of fantasies
where I loved a girl named Bray
For the redness of the shirt
and the purple in the sky
I made a dancing sing-song
for the lost and bygone child

I do not seek the romance
and I do not seek the warmth
But I do know that in some ways
I have wanted to be charmed
Just be friends, just be strangers
nothing special, no retention
After all, this is just me
a poem writer who's unfree
Dreaming between the red and the purple.
Tint Feb 2019
You have degraded, I was told
I hadn't a chance to stop my thinking
on why it sounded odd
because I write like imaginary
objects I coloured with mud
and nobody understands my writing
no one wanted to read my rhymes
so I tried my best to settle
to simplify my lines
now I am negated for degrading
shouldn't I be given a bit
just a little bit of compassion
for the small me to believe
I only tried to make people
to emphathize my pain
I know it is not enough poetic. I know it is not enough.. but it is there.
Tint Jan 2019
This rain protector is white
but through it you'll see night
buttoned in three and one
nails and sharp pointers
for your hands
touch it and you'll feel
how it makes the rain appear
raincoat, raincoat, hello to you
will you give shade to these people
to not stain the wool they've worn
ha ha it is raining, madness is awake
ha ha it is falling, the psychotic within
hurt people, hurt the many
and laugh when they cry for pain
rain coat, rain rain coat
shade me from the rain
ha ha     ha     ha  Tint
Tint Jan 2019
Seaweeds tied my two feet into the bark of ocean tree
Looked up to see my shuttle-ship turned to skeletal remains
with rainbow fishes within

And in my right a troupe of turtles  
murmuring with sea water hymns
And I heard the odd looking mermaids
as they recite my lousy poems of grief

This is a tale but I am not a fairy, not a princess nor a lady
When in reality I cannot swim
And the sands by the oceans are made of rough gravel seeds
I have ****** scratches all over as I watched a sunset--no sun in it

Out of all my shortcomings
I have in me a bruised distorted  "geest"
And it coloured the gravels white, purple to the sunless sky
My feet imagined its wings
and I'm in this dreamless deep brine
degraded___me
Tint Jan 2019
My bedroom is a trunk
walled by wood and cement box
This small space is where I sat
from the morning through the night
Sometimes it becomes the beach
and the ocean is what I see
And other times it is all happy
the scenery is something free
But most of the time it is just me
and the color is darker grey
All I see is past mistakes
A blank future that has no end
Have you seen a room of hate?
it's cold but burns
It burns the care
draft
Tint Jan 2019
I have an urban story as a child I'd listen to
About a kid with high hopes and dreams, more that her laugh
She'd sat down below that tree trunk cause she know not to climb
Then sing about the birds and the flowers in the sky

How sweet of a smile she has, it made a jolly clap
To those that have known her, since she knows who she's not
The kid would play pirates, sail in her ship of grass
Then the other kids would come running, wanting to play tag

She'd sat just there in her ship
with her hymns and that hazel eyes
That even though she don't see as crystals
she knew what beauties are
I wrote this as Ashyb. Another form of Tint.
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