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Grey Aug 2020
Shaken away within these sounding walls
The stars no longer shine and night falls
In this place time is endless
Once again I am completely restless
Tired, I am not
Simply trapped within this thought
This place remains unknown
But I feel so at home
Lack of emotion crowds this hollow room
This bed is my waking tomb

This ambience is as empty as this skin
The lights only growing dim
Fully immersed in this devastating calm
In failure, I must be a paragon
Everything is grey
In this infinite void I lay
Nothing exists beyond this
From waking life is there anything to miss ?
My voice is left unheard
Is it here I will discover my worth ?
August 15, 2019
Astrea Aug 2020
The snow collapses on top of each other,
the crystalline flakes stacking up prettily;
winter is the season when
beauty falls in disarray
Isabella Aug 2020
It’s strange
That even surrounded by the
Laughs and smiles of everyone you love
You can still feel terribly
Sad
And numb
For no apparent reason
i love when one word can summarize all i feel, and all i am
C Jul 2020
My eyes sting, I rub them raw.
My eyes sting, I rub them more.
Everything is heavy, everything is grey.
I want to rub my eyes away.
Cox Jul 2020
I love your angry greens, your blues, your greys.
Your oceanic rarity.
Your swells.
Your tides.
Your storms out at sea.
Your horizon.
Your love to reflect the sun and the moon, to wear it against your waves.
Ocean; I adore you.
I miss the sound of the waves dancing...
The grey tint of the world washes away to a vibrant, sharp, colorful mess.

I have only now begun to realize there's been a change in the way I've seen for years.

The love I've kept hidden somewhere inside of me has poured from my heart and colored in the grey.

The blues, greens, and yellows all contrast more than they use to.

They had all been tugged down by baggage I've been trying so hard to unpack.

Now that I have seen the beauty,
I'm not sure I ever want to pack my bags again.
This morning it began to thunderstorm and rain pouring down hard.
I took a walk to the front window and watched it all go by until something beautiful caught my eye.
The Rose bushes in my front yard have bloomed with such beautiful bright colors of white, peach and different shades of a pinkish red fuchsia, in fact so pure that they shine even through the darkest of times.
The colors of these roses aren't just bright, but their shining...except i also came to see that the wind was picking up and a Rose so beautiful can yet be extremely delicate.
The wind started to destroy it's rose petals as they danced with the rain and flew off onto the grass.
What a grey, rainy day, but these Roses just make a bliss of wonders.
Sharp thorns can hurt, but these Roses smell so nice and make life bright.
Delicate Roses, they are,
Sharp on the outside but yet so gentle and weak as they fall apart and never standing to let that get in the way of their dismay from bright colors as they stay.
Roses are one of those special flowers, that seem to never die.
Appreciate the rose, for one Rose will appreciate your tender eyes of love and pride.
As i even tried to take pictures, they weren't as bright as they seem with the human eye.
Because the human eye is a real camera that captures the true unforgettable moments and how we see this world instead of the eye of a robotic apocalypse.
Delicate Roses are filled with love and purity.
Let us all be a Rose.
True experience and thoughts out my window.
the sun's shining patina
was absent on this drab day
every quarter of the sky
showed grey billows
Unpolished Ink Jun 2020
Here on the roof of the world

Fog curls

Obscuring the land below

No glow of lights to drain the sky

The air is thin and sharp

Broken glass with every breath

Damp and clear

Crisp as night falls

We watch the stars

Lost in silent wonder
A simple poem about mountain sunset that didn't happen
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