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Ickabobroe Apr 22
We're like chromatics
So close together yet not in tune
We're like fanatics
So busy looking we miss our June

We're so focused on future
We miss what happening around us
We're so focused on the past
We miss the gardens and the flowers

Don't abandon me
Don't leave me alone
Please don't make me
Sit here with myself

We are lonely nightmares
Haunting pasts that will not leave
We are mental warfare
My livelihood you like to reave

Don't abandon me
Don't leave me alone
Please don't make me
Sit here with myself

Sitting in the dark
Your embrace like death takes me over
Wondering where's the spark
Just to hear you scream and lose composure

I want emotion
to feel your breath just one last time
Of pure devotion
to give it all up for my prime

I will take off my mask
just so long as you take off yours
I will show you myself
and all that's kept behind closed doors
Anne J Dec 2018
Thy is not blind, thy is full of life
Yet it be thy eyes has lost all soul
Thy colors have fallen and brutally died
There’s no hope, to find them is no more

Black, grey, whenever and wherever you go
Never to reappear in this monochromatic world
All colors have gone as if they vanished into below
Get them quick; they’re in hold!

Children will hear, children will be told
Of the story of no colors around
Only black and white are left, as the rest are mold
Grey in the sky, grey on the ground, colorless all around

Yet, in my hands, in this little polychromatic portfolio
I am still able to see the colors that left so long ago
I made this poem for an English project for the first semester of my freshman year in high school. I can't believe that was 2016, and I'm already about to enter into 2019 as a junior...Time sure flies! I was looking in google drives and suddenly saw this, and I knew right away that I had to upload this.
As you can see, even when I was younger I had depressing ideas for poems ****. Looking over this, it's not only nice to see how much I've improved, but also strange how I typed out gray in the British form (grey) when I'm American lol. I left this poem without any edits to show my work view of mistakes. xD also more lol I rhymed around twice in the third stanza.
Final lol: there was 2 spaces between the 2nd and 3rd stanza instead of one like for the reason of spaces between he four stanzas. I left it there to show how much I've grown lol.
Gilang Perdana Aug 2017
in the beginning was believe
above the fate's monochromatic
on a length of the piano's bar
— : in which colors it will stop?

you were more fathom, about
— a poetry-like score
— a syllabic-like tone
likewise — as I am-like me

there is a clink that you drag
either from the flat or the sharp
— that's half of my grasp
transformed from the sounds

— an untraceable of whom — was
sculpted — aligned on an epitaph
— an untraceable of the sounds
you disguised — with the words

how — the shift of chromatic scale
sounds like a ***** of question mark
— is it quite likely its arch was
the origins of an earlobe-shape?
Emma Kate May 2015
A record spins, fast and smooth.
The music flows beautifully from the horn-
until there is a bump in the room.
The record is stuck,
with no escape to the next verse.
It repeats endlessly, until the listener
lifts the needle, so the record can
spin free again.
Life is a record, spinning wildly--
beautiful and fast at a constant speed,
until a problem halts the beauty.
It is stuck in a circle,
until the needle is lifted
and put back on track.

-e.k. fm

— The End —