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Hello, I am Blue,

and I’m in love with you.

I wrote this song, brand new,

only for you.

I love every shade of blue—

it reminds me of the vast sky

and the deep ocean,

just like my love for you.

Last night I dreamt of you,

hope my dream will come true.

Or else

I’ll always remain blue.
A girl child
when born
to a family

is

either
seen as

a

burden to be
disposed of

or

too precious a treasure
kept hidden for protection

but

not once considered
as a human being.
Personal experience
I find such comfort in the phrase ‘you only live once’
Because I can’t imagine doing this all again.
I never want to witness the leaving of light from someone’s eyes,
Never want to be tossed in the endless tide of monotony,
Never want to collapse from my hurricane brain,
Never want to curl up and wish to be taken to a dark silent eternity.

I pray there is no afterlife,
No endless time existing.
I only want it all to end,
To have a complete lack of anything.
I don’t want to meet the grim reaper,
Or greet God at His pearly gates.
I simply wish for nothing,
To live once, truly,
So I need not feel this way
Forevermore.
the moon lights a bed of frost.
the wind a storyteller.

are the stars and the sea
still there
when the sky weeps white?

the moon lights a bed of frost.
the wind is a storyteller

and the griffons know the failure
of flesh, flesh and bones

and feeling the bones
in my crooked nose,
I understand sunrise
is not a guarantee.

the sky weeps white.

but the nightingale sometimes
sings to me of you in my dreams.


...(if the nightingale sings of me
then know I hear her too.)
And if you look
Hard enough
Into tomorrow
You will see the
Future,
I will create.

Not out of hope.

Not out of love.

But out of persistence
In failure
And the strength
Of disobedience.

I am not a ray of light.

I am
A
Cataclysm.
You say I'm childish
For freely professing
All the words that are
Etched on my heart

As if I had any
Other choice but to
Be buried by them
I'd much rather to be childish...
Your name still whispers in my heart, even if you've forgotten mine.
A gentle ghost, forever etched in my soul, a presence I'd never want to erase.
Trapped in a cycle of pain
One cage to another, no escape
Screaming silently, words lost in vain
Life feels like a curse, not a gift
Empty, tired, done
When did joy fade away?
Watching sunsets, feeling lost
Longing to break free
This life, a cruel joke
Constantly questioning
What's the point?
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