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"greys" poems
Let love's sunset into my heart With sullen greys tinged in pink With last rays of warmth Before there comes the chill Let the last breath of fulfillness Ease around my heart Take away the sunny memories Softly as the light fades away Fading fast empty embraces And kisses that have no taste As softly whispered I love yous Fall into the Atlantic sea Come nightness surround now My empty heart Console my ache and care So come now , sunset of my heart
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Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
Sunset of my Heart
Now these clouds the cold mean greys sideways rain, the north lands I remember the drowning choke of smoke and fire traveling the dark road to your home the black and spark of stars we watched through the night before the killing dawn before the foggy cold that held us down the clinch and grasp a slow stinging wasp gone the fragrant hum of bees the honey meadow petals. Only a fleeting summer - we gathered now swallowed in the autumn thunder the bruising cold of November.
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Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 12:17 AM UTC
Cold of November
nearer:breath of my breath:take not they tingling limbs from me:make my pain their crazy meal letting they tigers of smooth sweetness steal slowly in dumb blossoms of new mingling: deeper:blood of my blood:with upwardcringing swiftness plunge these leopards of white ream this pith of darkness:carve an evilfringing flower of madness on gritted lips and on sprawled eyes squirming with light insane chisel the killing flame that dizzily grips. Querying greys between mouthed houses curl thirstily. Dead stars stink. dawn. Inane, the poetic carcass of a girl
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Nearer:Breath Of My Breath:Take Not They Tingling
1.) You have the most loving heart. Your warmth, your gentle touch that you personify without words. Melts the supports of my heart 2.) Eyes of deep blue, that ensnare me and leave me thoughtless. How they change into everglade greens, and mystical greys. They're beautiful 3.) Few laughs may be as pure as your quiet giggle. The mere sound gives me goosebumps and a funny feeling in my stomach. You're so freakin' adorable 4.)The curves of a semi-circle aren't nearly as perfect as yours. You've worked alot for the perfect body. I simply need to ask... How can you make something that's something that is already perfect better? 5.) Spontaneous, unexpected and surprising. You keep me on my feet, keep me entertained and make me enjoy every second with you. Who knows what I am to expect?! 6.) Once upon a time, there lived to fluffy bunnies, they decided to leave their little hole and go out on an adventure. A wolf came along and bit of the rabbits head and it bled to death Its so dark, and it leaves you wondering what to think. I love your dark side. It both terrifies and intrigues me 7.) You're so intellectual. I love some of the things you say and more importantly write! You have an amazing capacity for knowledge and wisdom and you use it well. It baffles me, some of the connections you make in your essays and assignments 8.) My love you illustrate a maturity that surpasses your years. Pertaining to your ability to be responsible and reliable if and when - not that I ever am - clearly am not able to be. I think you're the one looking after me. I'm the older one, who just happens to have an 8yr old inside them~ 9.) You smell amazing, but no. Seriously, you are in every way, shape or form. The most amazing, star studded, picture perfect, superbly sensational girl. I could ever have met. Yes, let the alliteration flow 10.) Because you're you, and you are mine
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 2:16 AM UTC
10 Reasons Why I Love "You"
1.) You have the most loving heart. Your warmth, your gentle touch that you personify without words. Melts the supports of my heart 2.) Eyes of deep blue, that ensnare me and leave me thoughtless. How they change into everglade greens, and mystical greys. They're beautiful 3.) Few laughs may be as pure as your quiet giggle. The mere sound gives me goosebumps and a funny feeling in my stomach. You're so freakin' adorable 4.)The curves of a semi-circle aren't nearly as perfect as yours. You've worked alot for the perfect body. I simply need to ask... How can you make something that's something that is already perfect better? 5.) Spontaneous, unexpected and surprising. You keep me on my feet, keep me entertained and make me enjoy every second with you. Who knows what I am to expect?! 6.) Once upon a time, there lived to fluffy bunnies, they decided to leave their little hole and go out on an adventure. A wolf came along and bit of the rabbits head and it bled to death Its so dark, and it leaves you wondering what to think. I love your dark side. It both terrifies and intrigues me 7.) You're so intellectual. I love some of the things you say and more importantly write! You have an amazing capacity for knowledge and wisdom and you use it well. It baffles me, some of the connections you make in your essays and assignments 8.) My love you illustrate a maturity that surpasses your years. Pertaining to your ability to be responsible and reliable if and when - not that I ever am - clearly am not able to be. I think you're the one looking after me. I'm the older one, who just happens to have an 8yr old inside them~ 9.) You smell amazing, but no. Seriously, you are in every way, shape or form. The most amazing, star studded, picture perfect, superbly sensational girl. I could ever have met. Yes, let the alliteration flow 10.) Because you're you, and you are mine
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The dawn dipped red the morning light, Calling forth thundering spring just like An ocean of storming clouds. It cracked the sky's black heart. The large eye socket of Thor Stretched in gnarled greys, Tailored in the howling winds, Clawing the earth in Titan strength- Drenched the ground in flooding tears.
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
Tornado
It begins with the ominous clouds that roil and billow over the sky. Then they darken: Soft whites... Seductive greys... All the way to the purple black that haunts the skies on the cusp of a winter night. The smell that follows this sinister nebula of vapor hanging over your head is that of life bringing relief. The smell of dry earth mingling with that of the fresh water above reminds one of summer breezes, freedom and relaxation. The cool but warm drops of moisture start gently stroking your shoulders and arms. The strength increases, forcing you to squint as you take in the beautiful composition of nature above. Soon you're covering your head as the rain pelts down and you race for shelter. The puddles appearing on the floor disrupted by the matter consistently falling into them. You peer into the world, completely changed, as you visibility decreases and smile, the metallic twangs to the rain hitting the patio roof fill your ears and soul with its rhythm and music.
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Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC
Rain
outside it's browns and greys Inside an orange glow permeates, skimming the surface a Ravel march serenade. the scent of burning pumkin. You're in the garden planting tulips for Spring. when it arrives, will kindness bloom anew alongside the rows of colour.. or will we witness the beauty out there Separately?
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
Pumpkin Soup
if we were to live in my own little world how the skies would be covered with silly grey clouds. where the gloominess darkens the clearest blues and the rain glistens like it was sent from the heavens. where the winds blow with private tales of the world and the trees whisper the secrets of the night. you might not like the lifestyle there, but i truly enjoy the greys.
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
silly grey clouds
Life and its shade canvased by god God made it beautiful But we are adding shades of greys and black enveloping the sky turning fog into smog Putting solute in water bodies that are not dispersible making it turbid mislaying its transparency water is not pure anymore Deforestation converting the forest into the barren land beautiful landscapes are mechanized by man buildings and more building watching stars sounds bookish nature is losing its charm Emotions are blowing over relationships changing accepting changes changing our own self mirrors are showing someone else image and asking you who you are?
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Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 12:50 AM UTC
Who You Are?
i stayed up through the night and watched the moon get chased across the sky and watched as the serenity of night brought forth the bleakness of day in all its empty whites bitter blues and tired greys there’s something to be said about a sunrise in which the sun is nowhere to be found
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 12:28 AM UTC
rise
These are the hard times, the long stretch of coal-shed days, the corrugated nights of the antinomian. I retch at the old doubts and the panoply of dustbins clattering bright, their watchers simian in the morning **** I dress as though dredging up greys, monotone deep in the GB tradition: now sandpit tea with oil stain floats silt dreads the mass of a seven year clay. Four weeks of shadows drown wind in a storm. And dreams of my cottage in days of such calm and late summer happiness as brought cut corn and strawbs and horse manure in hugs until like Zulu tribesmen the birds appeared. Hunched with expectation Spears smiling like baddies they rushed me. I woke pouring sweat like a workhorse the weakest of defences laid up my face pulling cellophane over French windows.
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Feb 6, 2012
Feb 6, 2012 at 2:07 PM UTC
February, from which there is no escape
Leave me fear Strangle my tears Make way and get out of here Baby, it's not easy playing the fool behind the wooden stool And as I lay down in my bed the shadow lingers overhead I look up, but I'm alone, Oh my baby, Where are you ? Staring emptily at the ceiling, driving through the madness in sin Knew my mistakes were unforgivable, but mama, you gotta give me one more chance It's never easy, going through the greys, blending in, That black sorrowful heart, a remembrance of innocence "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today" It's the only words I heard I was breathing & alive But looking at my own grave Under empty sky Staring at the light Not noticing I was holding life hostage But with no right, I look for a purpose A cause for the insignificance of my life To deliver the promise of the love I couldn’t give to you That you deserve, my mistress, my phantom, my lady in white, Under the moon at midnight, in between words we linger, and I bloom I don't want to be blue, but I don't want you to leave In limbo or incognito, whichever way, it's deceit I have lost and loved, but never myself I feel you, but I don't know your name We will go together till the end I stand by you Mysterious lover & friend
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Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 9:36 AM UTC
Born On Ratchet Nights
I've never had luck with blondes. Well, I've had lots of luck falling ever so deeply in love with them. With their eyes of bright hues in blue, green, and greys. Going head over heels for their charming smiles that make your eyes linger a little longer that what's permitted. Dying to feel their godlike comforting powerful touch. That was easy. Horribly easy. But what surprised me, kicked the backs of my knees and made me crumble to the pavement were that those handsome heavenly faced blondes, have no soul. And I am sure of it, because every single ******* time, they leave me... Alone in the dark, confused, disoriented, with not a single word. Which leaves my thoughts to echo in the emptiness, rummage around inside my skull, looking in the hollow cabinets searching for clues and slowly growing frustrated and angry, angrier, angriest. But not at the blonde boys. At myself. As of what I did wrong? Why did they go? How could I let this happen again? And every time, I can never find the reason. Those blonde boys just appear in the rays of the summertime with their golden locks of hair and leave with their icy dark souls in the cold breeze of the fall. And I know, they will be back next year. With the sun, and happiness and my stupidity. Until then though I'm stuck with the abusive markings and stabbing aches.
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Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 9:41 PM UTC
Blonde Boys
I’m getting greys at an alarming rate, I already pulled at my hair. “It’s normal” he says I swear just to debate, cause he doesn’t seem to care. And I’m bleeding through my scar tissued skin, the layers only grew still I find a way in. I’m getting greys at an alarming rate, I’ll be down to the last strand. Check or fold the plays, the cards aren’t that great I’ll be down the my last hand. And I’m bleeding through my thick nice sweater. It’s a shame as it’s new and we’re reaching the cold weather. It will stain the soft fabric I may just grab the bleach, but I always made it a habit to always keep it just out of reach. I’m getting greys at an alarming rate pretty soon I’ll be bald. On hot coals she stays, though she shifts her weight and watches her soles scald. And I’m bleeding through my clogged and blocked pores, and the remaining few are becoming septic sores. I’ll shed another layer of a non-protective bubble, and my hair will continue to get greyer, I think I’m now in some trouble.
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Nov 8, 2024
Nov 8, 2024 at 10:35 AM UTC
Bleed Through
LOVE, HATE, WISDOM, FEAR, WEALTH… KEYS MANY ARE TO LIFE IT’S SAID NONE IN BIRTH IS AFRAID,WISE,HATEFUL,GREEDY,NONE SHALL BE SO IN DEATH. LIFE! ITS A NOW,A PRESENT CONTINUOUS,DIES HERE THE PAST,A FUTURE BORN NOW,A SUM TOTAL OF PAST,FUTURE AN EQUATION INEXORABLE FROM HEREON. FUTILE IS FUTURE MIRRORING PAST, AWARENESS MY PRIMER FOR A CHANGE FAST.   WHEN ALIVE ARE HEARTS PUMPING,WHY ARE MINDS AND SOULS DEAD BARREN? ISN'T HEART THE GOOD EARTH ALWAYS AND MIND THE TREE WISE OF BANYAN? I RID THE DISCONNECT, BY GRACE, HAVE A MINDFUL HEART, A HEARTFELT MIND! LIVING THE STAID REALITY OF LIFE, LOVING, HATING, THINKING, BEING WISE,FOOLISH KILLING, FORGIVING, PHILOSOPHICAL IN A CRUELLY KIND WORLD OF PARADOX. IS THERE A REALITY DEVOID, OF LIFE AND DEATH, LOVE AND HATE, GOD AND RELIGION, OR TRUTHS,LIES, TIME-SPACE,SOUNDS AND SILENCE,EQUANIMOUS PEACE AT WAR? IS IT JUST A PLAY, OF THE MIND AND HEART, DESIRE AND POWER,BONDAGE UNREAL? GOOD VERSUS EVIL? I LIVE BY THE HEART,IT DOES STOP AND THE MIND,OH DOES IT ROT! UNFEELING HEARTS AND UNTHINKING MINDS, THESE BARRIERS SLOWLY I CROSS, BEYOND IS THE BEING, THE EXISTING, INCAPABLE OF THE UNREAL, DIVINELY AFAR, A VOID SURREAL,UNFEELING YET KIND SOMEHOW, UNLOVING YET CARING SOMEHOW UNSAD, UNJOYOUS, UNAFRAID, UNWORLDLY...ATTRIBUTES NONE AT ALL! UNBEING?? I KNOW NOT IF IT’S GOOD OR EVIL, IS JUST UNBEING,UNAFFECTED BETTER SOMEHOW? IS THE FREE UNBEING THERE,JUST TOTALLY BEING HERE?! BACK TO A REALITY RELATIVE! GREYS ARE MANY, IF DARK BE HATE AND BE LIGHT LOVE, MID-GREY IS THE WORLD, HOPE CAN MOVE! FROM THE MOUNTAINS DOWN I CLIMB, JUST, WITH PRECIOUS BAGGAGE, UNPACKED TO MAKE SENSE, OF THE REAL IN THE UNREAL,THIS ONE WORLD IN INFINITY, WITH  ITS ANGELS AND DEMONS, I CHOOSE TO LIVE WITH REALITY; AND UNRAVEL JUSTLY; ELSE IT COMES LIVES WITH ME ANYWAYS! OR IS IT ALL JUST INEVITABLY INEXORABLE, JUST A HERMITS DESTINY?!
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May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 3:18 AM UTC
THE HERMITS DESTINY.
LOVE, HATE, WISDOM, FEAR, WEALTH… KEYS MANY ARE TO LIFE IT’S SAID NONE IN BIRTH IS AFRAID,WISE,HATEFUL,GREEDY,NONE SHALL BE SO IN DEATH. LIFE! ITS A NOW,A PRESENT CONTINUOUS,DIES HERE THE PAST,A FUTURE BORN NOW,A SUM TOTAL OF PAST,FUTURE AN EQUATION INEXORABLE FROM HEREON. FUTILE IS FUTURE MIRRORING PAST, AWARENESS MY PRIMER FOR A CHANGE FAST.   WHEN ALIVE ARE HEARTS PUMPING,WHY ARE MINDS AND SOULS DEAD BARREN? ISN'T HEART THE GOOD EARTH ALWAYS AND MIND THE TREE WISE OF BANYAN? I RID THE DISCONNECT, BY GRACE, HAVE A MINDFUL HEART, A HEARTFELT MIND! LIVING THE STAID REALITY OF LIFE, LOVING, HATING, THINKING, BEING WISE,FOOLISH KILLING, FORGIVING, PHILOSOPHICAL IN A CRUELLY KIND WORLD OF PARADOX. IS THERE A REALITY DEVOID, OF LIFE AND DEATH, LOVE AND HATE, GOD AND RELIGION, OR TRUTHS,LIES, TIME-SPACE,SOUNDS AND SILENCE,EQUANIMOUS PEACE AT WAR? IS IT JUST A PLAY, OF THE MIND AND HEART, DESIRE AND POWER,BONDAGE UNREAL? GOOD VERSUS EVIL? I LIVE BY THE HEART,IT DOES STOP AND THE MIND,OH DOES IT ROT! UNFEELING HEARTS AND UNTHINKING MINDS, THESE BARRIERS SLOWLY I CROSS, BEYOND IS THE BEING, THE EXISTING, INCAPABLE OF THE UNREAL, DIVINELY AFAR, A VOID SURREAL,UNFEELING YET KIND SOMEHOW, UNLOVING YET CARING SOMEHOW UNSAD, UNJOYOUS, UNAFRAID, UNWORLDLY...ATTRIBUTES NONE AT ALL! UNBEING?? I KNOW NOT IF IT’S GOOD OR EVIL, IS JUST UNBEING,UNAFFECTED BETTER SOMEHOW? IS THE FREE UNBEING THERE,JUST TOTALLY BEING HERE?! BACK TO A REALITY RELATIVE! GREYS ARE MANY, IF DARK BE HATE AND BE LIGHT LOVE, MID-GREY IS THE WORLD, HOPE CAN MOVE! FROM THE MOUNTAINS DOWN I CLIMB, JUST, WITH PRECIOUS BAGGAGE, UNPACKED TO MAKE SENSE, OF THE REAL IN THE UNREAL,THIS ONE WORLD IN INFINITY, WITH  ITS ANGELS AND DEMONS, I CHOOSE TO LIVE WITH REALITY; AND UNRAVEL JUSTLY; ELSE IT COMES LIVES WITH ME ANYWAYS! OR IS IT ALL JUST INEVITABLY INEXORABLE, JUST A HERMITS DESTINY?!
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When I lived in the city, night, true night, never came. The natural day gave way to the artificial day, a day made possible by streetlight, by humming billboard. With sick pinks and near-white greys, the early hours hiccuped away. I slept or didn't. And this time in my life, as any time in my life, is marked by a woman. I won't say much about her. She was a performer, and I've never been a steady fan of much of anything. So when I kissed her the last time, I kissed her like it was the last time, a kiss calibrated to say, "It's been." When she kissed me the last time, she kissed me like she didn't know it was the last time, a kiss not so much a kiss as a mouth half-opened eternity, where the sun didn't shine, nor was there night.
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
Light Pollution
I almost died the other day And I came back to this place just to say That you never know when it all can get taken Away All your life's lessons suddenly play like a highschool production through your mind's electric grey clay, a mind managing to keep itself oxygenated enough to operate even as consciousness fades A body lying there, blue as a mid summer's day, gasping For breath, and for a chance to stay Alive. I woke up, having almost died the other day, To a room full of strange faces, whose eyes all aimed my way. A room full of strangers, My vision regaining clarity, I see equipment of many types, lying around a well decorated living room, it seemed out of place, devices dreamed up by engineers a few hundred miles away, At an elite institution, of mechanical engineering and science, engineering devices that now lay about my horrified friend's living room, Then the puzzle regained its shape, and I was graced with the understanding that it was all going to be okay, this time, anyway. the first responders, My saviours. Real heroes, Who wear no capes, Nor spandex, But who know their job well, And do it without delay, And these people who saved my life today Are out of my life now forever, and onto saving another fragile life, on some other street, On some other day. I saw people in blues, reds, and greys, yellows and oranges, and then the light of the day. The light of the day on which I did not die, But I could have, had it been another time, Another place. My stretcher was bright yellow, by the way... I almost died the other day, and its implacable oncoming rush scared me. The fear of not having lived a worthy life, an unobserved life, Of dying too soon, with things left to do Of leaving people behind, Of wrongs left to right Of lying here blue On my dear friend's plush carpet, And her child witnessing it as he comes home from school. Innocent as day, then scarred for life. Luckily I have a few friends and modern miracles on my side. I almost died the other day, and I came back here, having missed all the poetry, that makes life worth living, day after day. Beyond the biorhythms we must feed In order to stay Alive.    Peace.          Love. Breath.              Focus.                      A good enough mantra,                      Wouldn't you say? I almost died the other day, But I didn't. I breathe in with gratitude, And I exhale with relief, that I still got the knack for it.
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Dec 9, 2022
Dec 9, 2022 at 10:52 AM UTC
I Almost Died the Other Day
I almost died the other day And I came back to this place just to say That you never know when it all can get taken Away All your life's lessons suddenly play like a highschool production through your mind's electric grey clay, a mind managing to keep itself oxygenated enough to operate even as consciousness fades A body lying there, blue as a mid summer's day, gasping For breath, and for a chance to stay Alive. I woke up, having almost died the other day, To a room full of strange faces, whose eyes all aimed my way. A room full of strangers, My vision regaining clarity, I see equipment of many types, lying around a well decorated living room, it seemed out of place, devices dreamed up by engineers a few hundred miles away, At an elite institution, of mechanical engineering and science, engineering devices that now lay about my horrified friend's living room, Then the puzzle regained its shape, and I was graced with the understanding that it was all going to be okay, this time, anyway. the first responders, My saviours. Real heroes, Who wear no capes, Nor spandex, But who know their job well, And do it without delay, And these people who saved my life today Are out of my life now forever, and onto saving another fragile life, on some other street, On some other day. I saw people in blues, reds, and greys, yellows and oranges, and then the light of the day. The light of the day on which I did not die, But I could have, had it been another time, Another place. My stretcher was bright yellow, by the way... I almost died the other day, and its implacable oncoming rush scared me. The fear of not having lived a worthy life, an unobserved life, Of dying too soon, with things left to do Of leaving people behind, Of wrongs left to right Of lying here blue On my dear friend's plush carpet, And her child witnessing it as he comes home from school. Innocent as day, then scarred for life. Luckily I have a few friends and modern miracles on my side. I almost died the other day, and I came back here, having missed all the poetry, that makes life worth living, day after day. Beyond the biorhythms we must feed In order to stay Alive.    Peace.          Love. Breath.              Focus.                      A good enough mantra,                      Wouldn't you say? I almost died the other day, But I didn't. I breathe in with gratitude, And I exhale with relief, that I still got the knack for it.
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Train spotted on ancient rail tracks Mucks and grants on submerged pasts Copper and ***** metal poles point Upwards in heaven above the panelled tops Price all  the intentional conditioning A paradise of self sufficiency A dew of ranting , the metal raiding Price the substitutional compressions A timber frame of tunnels The heightened temperature Price and tag her beautiful mind An attachment of glorified plinth The punch of the chaotic medals Pride and rearrange her plentiful plight Show all her cast frame in crimson and greys
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC
Railings at Copenhagen Central Station
this room looks familiar to my untrained eyes but it's just its facade. it's really just some random room that was specifically designed to torment me into insanity. guess what? it didn't work as i watch the television i realize that i'm seeing us in the fictional characters of greys anatomy and i'm yelling ***** at mcdreamy while you go and spend the night with addison and alex realizes that his baby is a fictional person in the fictional world that is his own and i suppose i'm the meredith. isn't it twisted? i wrote a monologue that held words of beauty (beauty) but burnt it and wrote a new one. beauty never really described you well. things like *** and alcohol and stale bread always come to mind when i think of you. (the only reason you're still alive in my head is because you won't let go) it's not me anymore. it's paperclips and blue buttons and borrowed things that are never returned. it's a telephone that doesn't call out and it's lonely with someone else and it's you do you get it now? no
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Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 3:07 AM UTC
the company of myself
when we met you were all pinks purples and violets. a symphony of all the colors i would never wear. entirely too tightly wound. excited about life and all it hard to offer. when we met you hated me. i was all blacks and greys and dark greens. you saw somewhere trapped under all that muck, you were the only to see this light that sat burried beneath all the mud. you wanted to change me, i didn’t want you to change. you wanted to save me, i wanted to keep you safe. from the beginning you were my priority, maybe in a different way but never less important. i tried and tried to fight you off. but you kept coming back and back and back again. i tried to keep you form getting hurt. ended up getting myself killed. you brought me back to life. now after so much time has passed, i see your pinks and purples and violets, have changed. not quite as bright as they once were. hardened and darkened by pain and suffering. but you still have that yellow core. that bright shining white effervescent light that will never go out. you took my murky walls. you white washed and painted them with love. you fixed my cracks and cuddles and filled them with your yellow. you gave me violet and it turned blue. i have navy’s and turquoise, and baby blues. all because of you when we come together, that explosion of passion, i swear our souls melt and become one. when your body touches mine the colors explore and leak and run and spill everywhere. but you make it so god **** beautiful. when our bodies meet our colors mix, they become our pinks and purples and navy and turquoise blues. our lights swirl and spin together to make a galaxy within ourselves. only for us. only for that moment. but in those moments and ones like these where our bodies connect and meet, when you above or below me, when your lying next to me, or when you lie your head in my lap to read, you explode my colors. and you always will.
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 1:13 AM UTC
Auras
when we met you were all pinks purples and violets. a symphony of all the colors i would never wear. entirely too tightly wound. excited about life and all it hard to offer. when we met you hated me. i was all blacks and greys and dark greens. you saw somewhere trapped under all that muck, you were the only to see this light that sat burried beneath all the mud. you wanted to change me, i didn’t want you to change. you wanted to save me, i wanted to keep you safe. from the beginning you were my priority, maybe in a different way but never less important. i tried and tried to fight you off. but you kept coming back and back and back again. i tried to keep you form getting hurt. ended up getting myself killed. you brought me back to life. now after so much time has passed, i see your pinks and purples and violets, have changed. not quite as bright as they once were. hardened and darkened by pain and suffering. but you still have that yellow core. that bright shining white effervescent light that will never go out. you took my murky walls. you white washed and painted them with love. you fixed my cracks and cuddles and filled them with your yellow. you gave me violet and it turned blue. i have navy’s and turquoise, and baby blues. all because of you when we come together, that explosion of passion, i swear our souls melt and become one. when your body touches mine the colors explore and leak and run and spill everywhere. but you make it so god **** beautiful. when our bodies meet our colors mix, they become our pinks and purples and navy and turquoise blues. our lights swirl and spin together to make a galaxy within ourselves. only for us. only for that moment. but in those moments and ones like these where our bodies connect and meet, when you above or below me, when your lying next to me, or when you lie your head in my lap to read, you explode my colors. and you always will.
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When the sky greys, memories: the first blush of a joy unknown sprouting in the vases sparklers, Catherine wheels on the front yards of the homes of others; We possessed nothing but our hearts of gold that leapt in waves; Diwali like no other, on the streets, under the sky; Away far over the seas among our kind who in such distance are kin in a moment: home is just the company of friends, memories lighted in silver streaks of crackers past the shadows of gardens retired for the night, and we, carefree, in Southall where it was allowed to be merry; It was the November of dreams, a night like no other, now comes rushing in flashes dawning nimble across time in the hues of blue.
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Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 4:57 PM UTC
Diwali 2005
rather than check the forecast for some reason i think it enough to merely look to the sky for a cursory ten or so seconds to observe the drifting of weighty clouds the overwhelming of any strokes of blue that might remain being diminished by the shifting greys of approaching rain before surmising whether or not a coat or umbrella might be needed at some point in the coming hours
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Mar 25, 2023
Mar 25, 2023 at 6:46 PM UTC
the meteorologist
I'm being selfish. Nasty enough, To choose black over others I've ignored the VIBGYOR, Disqualified the barbie pink, Resisted the purples n greys Painted my dreams full of black. Its sickening enough, And charming too. I've splashed this evil, All over myself, Engulfed into its secret. Drowned in its depth-ness. I dream black. I think black. I dread black. I've discovered its power. Unleashed its vigour, Felt its character. Surprisingly enough; I've connected myself with the color black.
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Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 6:21 AM UTC
Dreaming All Black
Woven patches of grey, hues slow in momentum. Tattered gaps letting through               gleams of radiance. But in motion do the faults get sewn in silver linings. And this blanket                mesmerising below. Then the lonely flower opens        its petals, reaching towards the patch work of loving greys                  yearning for a touch. A singular drop falls, taking its                    time to meet below. So far has it descended to gently               caress her wilting petals. Replenished dew drops hang from                          now pristine colours. It waves in the subtle breeze,       swaying in a dance of gratitude.
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
A Single Raindrop