#tinted
~for sure, for she, who will know~
let me be serious, for just one
poem,
the one who sees the intricacy in the intimacy
of love,
in everything,
thou teased about wearing
said cool colored glasses,
doesn’t really
require then,
like me
wi😉nk,
they come nat-u-r-ally,
the filter of filters
that opens our eyes,
rather than
shade them
from harmful rays of sun
light’s exhilaration
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 1:37 PM UTC
the city is pink
the clouds are close
the sun will sink
pubs will flood
pavement splattered
with tipsy chatter
from ****** clubs
glass shattered
and mornings knackered
the strangers that find me strange
The heave of an alleyway in a drunken sway
movement
students
cocktails
drunken wails
pool cues
ques for loos
beer gardens
feeling disheartened
potions creating feeling
to disobey trust
emotions blinded
by unnecessary lust
addictive needs
swift gulps of a remedy
morning bleeds
and my head is the enemy
delaying the night to be over
as i wander slow pace
the thought of being sober
the people and the look of my face
the clouds cry as I stare at the sky
I turn down to the puddles to untangle my troubles
the endless struggle to this puzzle
the sky is grey
I run to the train
panting in dismay
at a city full of pain
in a happiness debt
that the journey might reset
I blink
I missed my train
but the city is in pink
I live to love it
I make myself think
so I head to the bar
and I buy a drink
Dec 19, 2022
Dec 19, 2022 at 7:24 PM UTC
do you believe in haunted dreams?
not nightmares
but haunted dreams..
because I do.
and that’s because you haunt mine.
every moment of them.
and you haunt my reality.
every waking second is filled with the need to reminisce.
even when I run your scent just seems to follow.
to escape into any type of solitude would grant my unspoken wish.
so I sleep.
but even then my dreams are tinted with
the feeling of nostalgia.
yet it is not from anything I can recall..
to be missing something I never had at all
is a special kind of hell.
you’ve tainted my dreams
as though you’ve put me under a spell.
and it’s weakened me.
leaving me
screaming upon deaf ears
I wonder if my voice will make it out of this fog
you’ve brought.
everything is clouded with
the abyss of you.
you’ve tinted my dreams
in the color
of you.
drugged me and got me hooked.
now if my dreams aren’t tinted with you,
they’re nothing
but bare black walls.
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 1:20 PM UTC
A black dot at a distance, going up and down with the waves
appearing and disappearing, in the dancing rays;
I lie at the seashore, with my darkly tinted glasses on;
shaded by the brightly coloured umbrella above
Basking in the cool shade, and loving the fresh air
I see the black dot; such tininess, against the blue backdrop
Huge ships and jet boats, swoosh the waters;
creating white rush; glamorous, in the mid-afternoon spell
Time ticked off its way to dusk; growing the dot;
giving it body and life; and before I knew more,
Men with galloping energy, stood there at the shore;
Their muscle flexed and zeal pulsated through the air
I searched for the disappearing dot through my tinted eyes;
emptiness of the sea, stared back, from the dusking sky
As the crowd swallowed me to follow the thrilled voices,
of the rugged men of the sea, standing tall, on their fishing boat
I stood there; a disappearing dot in the crowd;
discerning more than my tinted eyes could see.
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 11:23 PM UTC
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.
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 4:11 PM UTC
I do not know how to live without you
Can't breathe since you left it's true
Everything tinted a sad shade of blue
How do I go on when I'm broken in two?
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 6:30 AM UTC
The air is perfumed with fresh rosemary's
And the wild springs with lush berries
Their presence colours the nursery with a sweet loom
It bleeds into the forecast for tomorrow's gloom
Nostalgia hits hard, heartbreaking and eerie
For a day when I wasn't paranoid and weary
Well, I'll be down by the Brighton pier
Watching birds float past in lonely fear
I'd love to turn away
The pristine sun shines like Hades
The outside scent is yellow, maybe
Little daises laugh in the foreground
Gardens sow a loving sound
Once I could see hope in the trees
And the love that whispered on the breeze
Now the trees foreshadow longing
And the gale howls with wronging
I'd love to turn away
The intimacy in my yellow tinted flowers seems to have faded
And the soft orchards have been invaded
My words burnt in a smouldering pile of dust
And steaming with the heat of my lust
I told a crowd I had something to say
But the people turned away
away
away...
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 1:12 PM UTC
the world doesn’t feel the same anymore
these past few years the air has slowly been tinted black
thickening, viscous and sour around our bones
breaking the ones below and leaving some of us to watch helpless
waiting for the air to rise
although somehow
coming from above
bullets shot in the dark didn’t make much sound
until finally youthful
tear stained faces
pulled the bullets up into clear air in their grasps and observed what we’ve become
with a clarity none of us knew
a clarity none of those people know
them with the black tinted air flowing from their mouths
becoming more sour, and more heavy with each breath, each utterance
each denial
they make
youthful faces with words far stronger than bullets
aimed at those who exhale black
the world is different now
we all felt like dissolving in the despair
instead
fortified by it
i join hands with my peers and we climb up above the earth
fight our way up
to the artificial atmosphere
and we throw our fists at the oppressive black film surrounding the earth
we hurl our bodies into it
we scream
we cry
we cra c k it open
one inch at a time
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC
______ ______
\/\/\/\/\/ \/\/\/\/\/
This festival of our love
It'll never ever end my dear
Never will I make you feel
Tumultuous, sad or blue
End this'll ne'er o lover
Dissident I'll never be
So beautiful is your ❤
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 12:43 AM UTC
I am the one who
Watches life fly by
Through tinted glass windows,
And wishes she could join in.
Through tinted glass windows,
You can see all,
But none can see in.
Through tinted glass windows,
You can scream till your voice breaks,
But none will ever hear.
Through tinted glass windows,
You can learn to play the games,
But never actually join in.
Through tinted glass windows,
You can fall in love,
But none will ever fall for you.
I used to love my
Tinted glass silence,
Tinted glass safety,
Tinted glass simplicity,
But now all I see is,
Tinted glass loneliness
Tinted glass sadness
Tinted glass boredom
This is what it is like
To watch life fly by
Through tinted glass windows,
While wishing you could join in.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
When your true soul mate is near,
The world becomes more beautiful,
The colours more vibrant,
And it seems that everything will be ok.
When your true soul mate strays afar,
The world becomes more ugly,
The colours more dull,
And it seems that everything will be different.
When your true soul mate has passed away,
The world becomes more depressing,
The colours more black and white,
And it seems that everything will be breaking.
When your true soul mate comes back to keep you company,
The world becomes more manageable,
The colours more tinted and full of life,
And it seems that everything will be alright once more.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
He cradled her hand--
A heavy gray stone.
Her life was slipping,
Her past flowing like a river from her eyes.
His future ran out of his eyes,
In raindrops from a cloud,
A torturing storm where
Damage is unprecedented.
And yet--
His love was torched by every
Drop of that storm.
Her memories that were once happy
Now tinted by the last memory
She would have--
There was an anger she had never seen.
And as the beeps got slower,
Drawing out longer as she took her last breath,
Those few words
Said
Were not "I love you" but
"May God save you."
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
I want you
to rip every vein from my skin
pull them out like worms from the ground
touch my blood
and **** in the pure guilt
I have drowned myself in
pull my teeth out
and drag them along my naked body
carve shapes into this dead, papery flesh
don't forget the ruby red lipstick
cake it onto my betraying, seductive lips
let your arms travel everywhere it pleases
yank my hair
grab the strands and brush them over my face
my finger nails, paint them white like purity
wrapped in the ****** Mary
Last, don't forget my
heart
Rip it from the connecting arteries
and let me feel the sting
and watch your hands too, tinted in my beautiful red
I am your canvas
I am your doll
I am your **** that
Nobody will ever know
Because under all this...
I'm dead.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 6:15 PM UTC