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  • bluegreensky 1w

    Dear,

    Love, they say takes an understanding to build, how can you claim love if you haven't seen the object of that ethereal feeling. But I feel in my heart and know in my mind that I don't know you, I have been with you for years and yet if someone ask me what you might be wondering, I couldn't figure out. Your thoughts have been cages of your own and no one is allowed to look. When I watch you sleep its then that you look what my eyes can decipher, blank, every line on your face sitting silently, your breath as even as ripples on a calm lake, but dear I love you not more or less with your eyes close as with them open.

    If I could write what love is, I would add that sometimes you love without knowing, sometimes you love for love's sake, that sometimes you are okay with not understanding.

    Yours
    Always






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  • bluegreensky 2w

    Poetry
    I stich colourful words into a tapestry of feelings.


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  • bluegreensky 2w

    Today I feel, in my skin, like a corpse in a coffin.








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  • bluegreensky 2w

    When all your life you wandered not knowing what you were after, if you climbed mountains only to go down and climb another, if you travelled miles not knowing your feet were bleeding, if all the tiredness sat in your bones and someone comes and offers you a little rest, love is what that rest feels like.

    Its the warmth of the sun that springs life in your skin that has been cold for too long, its the kiss of a child on your cheek when he doesn't know what it means, its the hope of a seed for the greatness of a tree it will one day take pride in being, its the silence of mountains when you stare at them for a while too long to find their green exact same shade of the diary you once had in your youth.

    Its the colours you wanted, never had, never knew you really wanted, but when finally one day someone sits beside you as quietly as someone can, and you don't feel the need to say anything, cause they fill you with something that's calm, soft but strong, make your heart smile, the kind you never knew existed...
    know that you are falling in love.


    #love
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  • bluegreensky 5w

    Tonight I sing all my screams into the wind
    release all the tears to drown in my sadness
    stay silent for all the worlds that crumbled inside
    tonight I get drunk on my sorrow, stumble on grief
    and let the poems come pick me up from where I fall.



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    Tonight
    I dance on this heaviness of pouring feelings...
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  • bluegreensky 5w

    Your name to me sounds like the home of my childhood, a place where I smiled with my eyes glittering in the sun, hands warm with love, hair loosened for the wind to whisper. Now whenever someone says your name, oblivious to what it brings to me, I get sucked in the world of rusty memories, the shape of your hand against the sky when it protected my skin from the summer sun, the grin on your face painted with compliments I showered on you when you played music, or the autumn day you turned to me, with a wilted yellow leaf, tucking it behind my ear, telling me I remind you of fall , a silent sadness of something I lost sits in my eyes but its colours aren't dark, they are all the shades of bright that gives you a calm whenever I am near, I smiled and then you smiled too.


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  • bluegreensky 8w

    How do people cry? With tears filling their eyes, throat that's hurting, a face that's on the verge of crumbling? That's what the first image of crying paints in our minds, right. But is it just that, isn't their a way where your tears are invisible, the pain in your throat transported somewhere else, where the crumbling is taking place inside , a slow metamorphosis towards a fragile ball.
    Maybe there are more ways a human grieves, mourns, suffer, more ways that doesn't always meet the eye or ears and sometimes we spend our whole lifetime without knowing that the person sitting next to us who smiled often, had the funniest jokes, stories to tell was in so much pain. There are so many ways that are isolating in their nature, in the sense that they happen in a place no one can reach, your mind, your heart, like a hammer constantly beating your sanity.
    And if that suffering makes a home out of you, you won't even realise its there like the stars that aren't visible at daytime but they do exist, even if you cannot see them, and just like the stars appear once the twilight approach, your pain finds you sometimes in the pits of darkness at 3 am, or the moment you start laughing and realise that something is filling your voice with a hollowness, or on a sunny day you look up at the sky , its bright blue , smudged at parts with white clouds and even when the view holds a calming spell , you feel immensely lonely at the sight of something so far away.
    People may try putting that voiceless crying into words, metaphors, but no one really knows, for suffering remains the one thing that cannot be shared completely, every one carry the burden themselves and try not to let the tears come, the throat hurt, or their face crumble.


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    When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours. And if I were to cast myself down before you and weep and tell you, what more would you know about me than you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful.
    -Franz Kafka

  • bluegreensky 8w

    Strange how we decorate pain.

    ---Margaret Atwood

  • bluegreensky 8w

    Heard

    How did the sky
    hear my soul's cry
    heal the wounds like
    hazel clouds finally weeping
    hollowness in them to breathe
    horizons shine in delight for now
    heavens have opened their doors
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  • bluegreensky 8w

    I see pain in my mirror
    so clear, so bright
    its faint smell palpable
    in the wind around me
    when did it come
    I don't know how or why
    but its my first lover
    its my first gentle touch
    that carved worlds in me
    At night when the stars shine
    it gives them my longing
    in the stories it tells
    oh! the words it use
    but it makes me smile
    how well I am known
    the things it does to show
    that it lies a little scratch away
    Its been so long with its arms
    wrapped around me
    I don't know where it ends
    and where I begin
    ©bluegreensky