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Andrea Nov 2019
One day, you wake up and start to see everything through another sight.
You see that we all are the same stupids human beings as everyone on this planet. Everyone is gray, everyone search only attention. That attention is necessary to keep alive their Ego. Egoistic and individualistic creature, that what is a human.
They need to be "the only one" in anything, but they're just another one doing nothing new, only hungry of "likes" and selling their self for nothing more than something that doesn't exists.
We are bored, we are sad, we are unsatisfied, we are...
What are we?
Do you disagree?
I needed to
know for me,

if I loved the lie
or 
if I lied to love
the lie.

It no longer matters.

I mixed my
 blacks and whites, 
now it's all gray.

I love gray.
Bailey Sep 2019
I look up
My blue sky
Turns gray
Look down
My green grass
Goes gray
Look forward
As my soul
Drifts away
And my world
Turns gray
NR-MAN Sep 2019
This planet a palette

Its people shades of gray

Not separate, but

Apart I'd contrast hue

Man now knows variety
Gabriel burnS Aug 2019
lead rain
the prison bars of gray days

spinning the umbrella propeller
mercury people blend in

but it’s not what we’re all made of
roumen Aug 2019
Rain..
Sky is crying again...
Moon is not yellow tonight..
Sad..
Night..
Dreams..
Next morning is cloudy..
Gray..
Gray..
Gray..
Life is passing by slowly..
Time is sleeping ... that is why...
Stars..
People..
Talking..
I can't hear you..
Are my dreams gray as well..?
Are they empty..
Without you..
You..
Waiting..
Door is opening..
Are you coming?
Today..
Maybe tomorrow..
Grey..
Again..
Waiting..
I am Holding the time..
...For tomorrow..
Espresso manic Aug 2019
This summer, I peeked
under my bed
and dusted off the ghosts
of the past.
I took them out in the sun
and hung them out to dry.

Surprised the stench leaked
this far into my living. And instead
of looking under my skin,
I pondered on how long this blunt would last.
Burned my fingers
and scorched my shirt pocket fry.

During my coma,
I ran the halls of the sky.
Shirtless against the precipitation of life,
I came upon clouds
that were puffy and white,
black and charged,
and gray with strife.
nothing is purely white, nor purely black
but a shade a gray that you must unpack

work in progress. always open to feedback
WritinginStars Jul 2019
I see the world as black and white,
Everything has its place.
But when I am in your presence,
My vision turns to gray.

My perceptions - off,
My morals - lost,
My heart, a blur of emotion.
My mind, like a deep chasm, wide open,
Tumultuous and raging like a stormy ocean.

And you cause all this commotion.
-df Jul 2019
when the dark skies were here
the words wrote themselves
from the blood pouring from my veins.

now the blue skies are here,
the hot days are now,
as a result the blood has dried up.
the words have gone with the clouds

maybe this is the time to focus on the blue skies
and not the gray skies that once were.
hey, hey, hey! I've been gone, huh? my sadness has been so much better. unfortunately I found it so much easier to write when there was so much turmoil inside of me. but I'm gonna try to stop waiting for my next downfall, and the fear of getting bad again. I will try my best to find new words, words that come from these blue skies.
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