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Anastasia Jan 2020
the sky was gray
a dismal day
the water was still without you
my mind was astray
the rain made clay
there's just something about you
the stars have lost their shine
like marbles in the sky
the whole world seems lost
and i think that i know why
you left me on a sunny day
gone without a trace
now the world is filled with sorrow
everything is gray
Edward Dec 2019
A field of pain.
My soul to keep.
Wretched body.
Give me energy.

Stains of this leaves me subdued.
Empty halls echo the truth.
The mind drains in time.
Crawling for the light.

Feelings dim, given day.
Nothing more to say.
My heart refuses to shine.
It will drain in time.
Crawling for the dark.

Save yourself, I hear them say.
Split yourself to know it's real.
Speaking in tongues like you do.
Am I the fool?

What is this you call heaven?
What is this you call hell?

Between both my mind resides.
Till my death.
Rachael Anderson Dec 2019
I know not if those eyes are green or blue;
I only know they hold pastures and oceans.
Warm, lush pastures that draw me by their comfort,
In which I sit and speak and soak and rest.
Tossing, swelling oceans where my power
Is forsaken in the never-ceasing waves of beauty.

You claim they boast a tint of gray, but I must disagree
The gray appeared when those eyes began reflecting me.
Orchid T Aspen Dec 2019
To you, I return coal-dull
and as embers,
smoldering as their petals,
soft as their roots,
but rough as their stones
and to you, I become
gray.

Go back.
Black and white
but, this was gray.
Six trips around the sun,
and finally today.

Variety of hues
stained my eyes,
shades in between
no longer in disguise.

At last, I gaze at the layers
of paint on your canvas
remarkable, complete chaos—a portrait;
palette drips in harmonious madness.
No longer in the gray area, I can finally see the colors of you.
Zack Ripley Dec 2019
It can be hard to find your way
When you watch the sun drown
In a sea of gray.
But it's okay.
The sun will come back another day.
Bailey Nov 2019
My ears bleed
From the screams
So loud
Hold my hands
Quiet now
Pull away
What was once
Red like love
Is now gray
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