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shamori Jun 2019
What's the difference between good and evil if we have the same goal? The means to attain it?

But the means are near identical, so what is it?

The last person who attained that goal is who decides. And the start of that comes with the end of life.
L Jun 2019
Heating your tubes,
Resolving in stroke.

Live while you can,
All of your might.

One day it might
All Run out.

Run away
From you.

Out of reach,
Out your grasp.

Reaching far
Fingertips width away.

With
You
Away.

Skys dull to grey.
I may look gray but im feeling (strawberry) blue.

Im only part white. https://youtu.be/Pcl0K-4__fk
sufyanahmed Jun 2019
There could have been
more color to our canvas
but
all you left behind was
a dark shade of grey
Anastasia Jun 2019
in the  rain
i walk with you
an orange stained sky
cloudy and dusty
with nothing but grey ahead of us
rain
soaks my clothes
my hair
my heart
yet
i'm warm
and covered
with the misty,
heavy
rain.
and you laugh
and stick out your tongue
and i do
and the sky does
and i walk home with you
in the rain.
just walked in the rain, now i'm soaked but warm. hot-cocoa and Gilmore Girls for me.
My feet step to the grey rhythm of the city sidewalks

My eyes, mirror back the steely, boxed array of enclosures that I am surrounded by

These wide-eyed giants close in on me and leave me destitute
In pulse and imagination.

I can only beg, dear mother Gaia, that you take me back into your warm embrace
Let me revel in your beauty and splendor
As you flood my senses with a vibrant assortment of colour
Bring me back to life in a miraculously lazarian-like fashion
For only you could do so
I feel lonesome hands approaching mine
to walk me through the desert.
I tense my arms against the open night sky
which cannot be pushed away.

I want you to love my grey skies,
my pensivity that rolls across mountain ranges -
the same to me as sunshine igniting streams.
Just a different lens
through which my creature plays with light.
She is elemental
and sloughs skin off the earth like lava flowing
into the ocean to close its eyes.
I'll eat my own tail
to discover what I already know.
Mary Shanti May 2019
Grey
Sliding in my door
Like ceramic clouds
Covering over me
Eyes still filled with musty bits of sleep
Staring at the clock
Wondering
When their interruptions will begin
Imaginary curtains I pull back
Hoping the sunlight will want to crawl into my brain again today
Some days I don’t want to have to be coerced into living my life
I loath those who leap like stars in moonlight
But really I am just wishing I was them
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