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Andrew Dec 2019
Dreamt quite lovely the sky by whomever,
drawn quite grey the day i wake to,
if all fallen from one mind then what has been?
What has been full of purpose,
yet flooded in grief and loneliness?

I am aware of the course of life, from point to point
but so little i know of where to go.
From here to there but where is it?
Max Neumann Dec 2019
have you guys
ever been to
großburgwedel?

it's in germany

i am there right now
to have my right leg
examined

sure: it's raining
the sky is grey
and all that
well well

but one thing i am
certain of:
i wouldn't come here again
except i want to gain
certainty

i have nothing against
the people
from großburgwedel

i simply don't want to
live in grey lands:

grey faces
grey voices
and many right-winged persons

I LOVE COLORS
I LOVE THE GERMAN AND THE ETHIOPIAN FLAG
I LOVE MY BI-RACIAL FAMILY
Gotta get outta here...
Youtube: Zeritu Kebede Te Acheres
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.
Clear of color,
My edge is unknown.
The burning candlelight
Question shimmers in me.

Kaleidoscope vision
To the color blind, given.
I’m grey with envy
Knowing all your truths

But
       Being
                 Robbed
                               Mine.

Dizzy and dozing,
Color explosions
Pour into my pores
And fill my eyes.

Pixelated greys,
My color is a haze.
How unfair to be teased
By canvas within my dreams.
Mark Wanless Nov 2019
i know there is an
elephant in the room
i see big grey toenails
b Nov 2019
my class ends at 11:30 and ill
be home by 12.
so little in this world can give me
comfort like a closed door and a
grey sky through a
curtain.
maria Nov 2019
14
my life ended in the age of 14
since then nothing changed
still the same broken heart
the same grey clouds
As soon as I read my old notebook of thoughts, I realised that I'm the same person as I was 5 years ago

my most honest poem

Written on November 26, 2019
abby Nov 2019
I've been bitten by the frost and it burns just like the cost of the awful way you crawled away because you could not stay

I try so hard to run along the fray on the outside keeping the demons all at bay
Without you, love seems the color grey.
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