The solid color of blue
An assortment of color with enhancement of tone
Seeing the true blue you have never known
Look straight up at the cloudless skies and observe the blue in how it’s shown
A background of blue in what it creates
Now add another shade to blue and see what it illustrates
You will see a totally different style
This was all during while
Blue staring you in the face
The contrast that you can’t erase
It’s the blue that illumines with might
The color blue being well seen in sight
It’s the same blue that stands out bright
Then with another added shade that will simply excite.

When all my sombre soliloquies are spent; don't forget me.

i know a god stronger than religion
who speaks sign language with his lips.
i'll be a wayward dove;
watch me soar and get hit.
please sin with me tomorrow,
steal the revolver from the crate.
i'll just wait.
eye sockets burn red;
a color mistaken for hate.

The windows are shut
The sweat pouring down of no beginner’s luck
It’s a writer’s chronicle
This is the place of writer’s miracles
Papers thrown on the floors
Ideas of theories in not being sure
There are times of inspiration in ready to explore
It’s jolting down a story
Continuing writing with papers full of glory
Then the famous words, “I got my story”
As the wanderer entered the room
It seemed like the warmth of heat being gloom
But looked beyond the gloom and the air seemed to spell doom
Pages became words
Chapter after chapter the dialog could be heard
Unmarked by time
It was the variation that was combined
Out of the writer’s room comes a masterpiece
This is something that inspiration has released
The writer’s room was truly in full bloom.

Never forget
There will never ever be regret
Apart from your shame
Your mind focusing on blame
Situation with a problem
A solution in consulting becoming an emblem
Words that inspired you
Eye of precision ahead being your clue
Sentences that make your statement
Your personality verse being the element
Your stance being a reminder
Your persuasion being an angle in response
Words to live by
Illustration in giving a try
The vote in striving
Words to mount is what I am talking about.

I am sorry for all the harm I have done
I am sorry that I cannot heal the scars I have left
I am sorry that you have wounds and I am the blade
I am a double edged razor and you cannot hold me
without slicing open your palms
drop me please
let me go
I do not want to hurt anyone anymore
if this is what I have caused
I no longer want to be