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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
Mickey May 2019
Sitting underneath a palmtree.
Its shadows creating a piece of art on the gloomy obscure grey street tiles in front of me.
As the wind flows the portrait of leaves is flowing with it in harmony.
It is dancing to its favorite tune.
A tune especially made for this moment. A tune of mother nature at its purest. A tune I can listen to forever.
BeLoved May 2019
Stand up
You over looked beauty
Your much stronger then you know
To wish on a dandelion
You must blow
Wish for happiness
I think we're running low
Don't give in
We must go
We must grow
Even with the weighted bricks stacked on your shoulders
Even with that depression boulder
Baby girl
I'm gonna need you to smile today
No matter what they say
Open your mind
Be the color in their black and grey
You'll get through whatever is getting you down
You'll grow out of whatever is making you frown
Love
Keep marching on
We have things to do
Oh the places you'll go
God. If you only knew
Definitely channeled a Dr. Seuss X
Mr. Rogers vibe for this one.
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