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lexis Sep 19
why do i apologize when im the one who got hurt?
how many times must i search for forgiveness in the hands of someone who limits the air i breathe? while they wipe their sins on my clean clothes, the filth makes me a martyr
my body doesn't feel like my own, the faded scars on my arms seem so unfamiliar
what have i given up to be able to blame myself for all the ways in which someone can hate?
my skin has become unyielding, not allowing the words i have to say spill from an empty canvas onto deaf ears
this heart has caved in, occupying the empty spaces that once belonged to functional lungs -
where have they gone?
everything has become so blue, an ocean has swept me away, and the stars have taken over the sunlight glistening within the waves
why must everything become doomed in the end?  
if i fall to my knees in defeat, face the pain of others and call the afflictions i've been given freely, as grace.
does this mean that I've been saved?
I'm not sure who I am when I apologize for the pain given to me by others. I feel less of a person, I feel like I'm sinking. I can't breathe and I question what will help me ground myself, before I can struggle, the peace of losing myself completely in a place where it's just as unknown as I am feels like a saving grace.
Jason Adriel Sep 10
twelve years ago
a very long time ago
I was just a kid then
(not that I'm any better now)
and love was something new

it felt thrilling, exciting
a young kid entering junior high
I knew most of the kids in my class
every introduction is welcomed
with rapturous claps

but one girl, shy as she was,
charmed me to my bones
she was already taller than me
her skin fairer than the noon sun

it must've been a scene from a movie
for the wind blew her hair about
like a goddess arriving on earth
her smile made me dizzy

God blessed me with a reciprocated love
like a sun-kissed, graceful dove
I jumped like a fool when she accepted me
the date never eludes my mind, it was November three

Alas, I was just a foolish kid then
(not that I'm any better now)
we were happy, if only for a short while
as happy as puppy love could be

her lips did touch my cheek
followed by a quick escape on her part
youthful love, my first love
Gods, we were happy then
she and I,
and maybe everyone...

don't blame me;
a man can only look back
when his future is uncertain
so, allow me this one time

to reminisce
to seek hope
to remember

what I used to be
and what I can be...
felt a little blue today. thought I'd write one of my feelings down.
kel Aug 29
please, tell me-
tell me why
you won't even bat an eye towards me when I plea
in my mind as I stare at the blue sky
to try to distract myself from you
because gazing at you all the time
is suffocating and I threw
my sanity away- it's like I'm commiting a serious crime
as I stalk you on social media
every single day, like a hopeless romantic
Jeremy Betts Jul 27
Behind deep blue eyes
Like deep blue tides
Is a mystery
Somehow even to me
Behind bright blue eyes
Like bright blue skies
Is not a safe place to be
Not even for me
Behind faded blue eyes
That prove time flies
There's been too much tragedy
Far too much for me
Behind closed blue eyes
That've seen their last sunrise
Is where I'll find tranquility
That's where you'll find me

©2024
Zelda Jul 18
I've got my rose-colored glasses on  
And skies in my eyes.  
I've got stumbling thoughts in my head  
And a few choice words (for you),  
Trapped in the back of my throat, (just for you).

I've been sitting at the piano,  
Staring out the window,  
Thinking
how strange it is... that;  
Well, blue is associated with sadness  
When the sky is so beautiful,  
Like you  
When you're laughing  
Because of  
Me.

We never really say "good morning", do we?  
It's only ever 🫂 (a blue hug)
We never really say "how do you feel, today?"  
It's only ever "I need coffee."

I'm trying to find the expressions,  
But the keys keep playing the wrong notes.  
It ain't right

Blue skies
Aren't empty
They hold
Clouds, resembling objects,
Always drifting, changing
Making me feel
I'm always free-falling
What if it falls apart mid-flight?  
Will we survive?

The sky has never been so blue
My vision has never been so blue
I don't think I was made for blue skies

I'm not an Obrina Olivewing butterfly.  
My blue isn't true;  
It's just the way I see light right now,  
A false perception
A state of mind

but I...  

I've got my rose-colored glasses on  
for you
just for you
My one and only
🫂

Blue
Aisha Jun 29
In the quiet of night, when the world’s a sea of blue,
I found solace in the darkness, until I found you.
We wandered through the shadows, hand in hand we’d roam,
But then you showed me something more, a light to call my own.

The world seemed wrapped in midnight, endless, deep, and vast,
Yet you brought forth a promise, a dawn that would outlast.
And as the first hint of morning brushed the edge of night,
You whispered of a sunrise that would banish all our plight.

I used to shy away from hues like peach chiffon’s grace,
But now, with you beside me, it’s a color I embrace.
For in that tender moment, as the sky began to blush,
I saw eternity in your eyes, a sunrise in a hush.

Now every dawn we greet together, hand in hand we stand,
And peach chiffon skies remind me of our love, so grand.
In every golden sunrise, with your heart so close to mine,
I find a love that’s endless, in the warmth of morning’s shine.
As the sun rises each day painting the sky in peach chiffon hues, may it always remind us of the beauty found in new beginnings and the warmth of shared moments. Let this poem be a testament to the transformative power of love, where even the colors we once overlooked become cherished symbols of our journey together.
I want to say I'm holding you up
Feeling deep a blue kind of mood
Hoping you rest in all our love
Keep holding us, holding us up...

So tell me what actually happened today
Who said what in a hurtful way
(You know)Upset you, hit our World hard
Can we let it go - hang on to our love...

I want to say I'm holding you up
Feeling deep a blue kind of mood
Hoping you rest in all our love
Keep holding us, holding us up...

Don't you think enough is enough
Wake up and only feel our love
Let loose that silent scream
Come closer to us let it be

I want to say I'm holding you up
Feeling deep a blue kind of mood
Hoping you rest in all our love
Keep holding us, holding us up.

(c) Debra Lea Ryan
15/04/2010
Written long ago probably after Dream State and I'd say a Muse or someone I had a Crush on at the time. I wish I can remember who!
divi Jun 20
The blue jays rise the dead
to rise with the sun.
Singing the suns song of his divine departure
as he departs those farther from their fathers,
farther towards the heavens,
bathed in heavenly glow.
Bound still to the earth, mourners cry
mourning a loss
deemed lost by the morning light.
Lighting up their despairs
despaired as life moves on,
missing out on a life.

The song a blue jay sings
is the same
as the ballad a mourner cries.
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