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L Aug 2018
my days are full of sunshine
bright and hot rays
not a single cloud
in heavenly blue sky
and here I am
despite all the light
finding comfort in the dark
want to keep dancing in the rain
under a grey cloudy sky
Mary Frances Aug 2018
Sky
You are my sky,
my tranquil type of blue.
Whenever I gaze at your beauty
you put my heart into bliss.

You are my sky,
my unique and exquisite hue.
At times you may be dark and grey
still, your essence is true.
Brandon Conway Jul 2018
A lone gray cloud
in an ocean of blue
surrounded by patches
of rolling white foam
just looking for
a shoulder
to cry on
stranger Jul 2018
I buy lighters nowdays
Everyone thinks I smoke
NO I DON'T SMOKE AND HOPEFULLY WILL NEVER
I do light up candles and watch them burn
I do set pages and pages on fire
I do try to burn my thoughts away but they always return
I don't smoke
I color with smoke
Whenever I blow out any candle
I let the grey surround me
Whenever I light it up again
I turn the lights off
So the warm light can color my cold walls.
I don't smoke
But there's cigarettes everywhere around me
Their smoke and hateful scent imprinted on my clothes
And that scent is not mine
NO I smell like candles
My mom put the cigar scent on me
I try to take it off
Shouldn't it be the opposite?
Well I don't smoke
But I am slowly dying.
I actually don't smoke
K Balachandran Jul 2018
Grumpy grey sky stares,
At the conquered water world;
Armies of clouds roar!
Lynnia Jul 2018
Here I peer through blood and mire
A river of tears ‘neath a twisted tree
The gentle calm which I desire
I would never have, despite my pleas
The hasty stream ignores its load
My wishes gone with the grim dry breeze
I keep it close, though I can never hold
The truth of which would set me free
E B K Jul 2018
I choose grey markers
I cannot choose colored ones
That would be a lie
My first haiku!
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