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cassini May 2015
It's Grey,
The in-between,
An expiration of fate.
I don't recall this desolate sensation.
I will wait,
For sooner or later, a something
An anything will happen.
But how do I know of this?
When colour is all I have known.
I realise.
I have been here since time began.
My subconscious swims in this dreamscape,
So,
I will wait.
Grey for me gray for you.
Miranda Leigh Apr 2015
Life is a little girl with a white gown
So pure, untouched, naïve to the cruel world
Thru storm and fire she never gave a frown
Instead she danced and to the drums she twirled

Life is a teen in a drab dull gray dress
Who knows so very little but she goes
To many quests and many calloused test
Though all she really wants to do is doze

Life is a woman in a pitch black gown
Who sees the world and knows lots of things now
So many things dare threaten drag her down
She worked so hard and there’s sweat on her brow

But the young girl did not make it to gray
Though all who were dear had wished she would stay
I did this for my English Lit class. The girl at the end died, by the way, in case you hadn't gleaned the meaning.
Sydney Victoria Apr 2015
Gray
Has Begun
To Mask The Sun
As It Tries to Shine Upon
A Churning Stream Of Sorrow
Which Carves Steep, Sharp
Ledges Into My
Decaying
Soul
         As
                      If
                            I
       ­                      Were
                             C
                  o
      n
s
     t
            r
                  u
                           c
                 t
         e
d
From
A
Mound
Of
Gravel-like
Clay
Paul Marfil Apr 2015
Skies are gray
          Never blue
Here I am
          Missing you
I found a star.
I made it yours.
I circled it and held it there.
For you see how much I care.

I found a life.
I made it yours.
I dusted it off  And cleaned it up
For you to have with all my love.

And just like the rain.
I fell .

Now here I am.
My hands, weak and empty.
And your gone.
You lit a flame just to watch it burn.
And like the rain,
You smeared the ashes in the dirt.
Oh like the rain….
A song I was working on. It is now in song structure but I figured I'd let y'all see this little example of it in pre-song form.
Elisa Holly Apr 2015
It’s raining.
I feel it on my face,
Dripping down
In defeat.
I look up.
I am the leak.
You always said,
I brought in the sun.
I guess you took it with you.
Elisa Holly Apr 2015
Gray skies fill my window.
My heavy eyes open.
Those were the days
When you would hold me
-Wash away
All my doubts.
Samantha Apr 2015
A splash of white
A drop of black
He always leaves
Me bathed in gray
Lady Bird Apr 2015
sunshine bursts forth
to brighten the day,
the wind has blown
all the clouds away
leaving azure skies
in place of dark grey
Bunny Mar 2015
Faded Glory
Sweatshirt clenches my
teary salt seas.
Mascara on cotton
like drizzle upon Asphalt.
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