#Grey

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  • crazynori 5d

    The Grey

    There is a space between the black and white
    There is a crack in the in-between we call the grey
    And I find myself there
    Reaching out for the dark
    Tired of being stuck in the middle
    Of life and death
    Sad and happy
    There is a mistake
    There is a crack
    A space
    Between passion and reality and I call it home
    This in-between
    The indecisive gleam that shines too brightly
    Pierces my fragile heart
    That I call soul
    There is a fissure
    Called uncertainty
    What is real
    What is not
    There is myth
    And fact
    And I am stuck in the in-between
    The space
    The crack
    Called hope
    Called naivete
    And I despise it
    The too light to be black
    The too dark to be white
    The place where I don't belong
    There is an in-between
    The place called fear
    The place filled with my tears
    There is a place called the grey
    And I find myself
    Painting a rainbow
    Without colour
    Trying to build a bridge  to the other side
    To the dark
    To the black
    To the empty
    Hollow
    Shell
    Because where there is happiness there is pain
    And where there is hope
    There are let downs
    But where pain is familiar
    Where being apathetic is policy
    And silence is gold
    There is no room for disappointement
    There is no room for tears
    If there are cracks
    If there is suffering
    It is too dark to see
    And what we cannot see
    We do not know
    And what we do not know
    Can't hurt us
    And I'm tired of getting hurt
    ©crazynori

  • charcoalink 5d

    Grey

    What's grey?
    Grey is the moment between loving and unloving


    ©charcoalink

  • curiositylive 4w

    I'm grey

    I can't be too good
    I can't be too bad
    I love both!
    What's being too good gonna do ?
    Go to heaven ?
    What's being too bad gonna do ?
    Land me in prison ?

    When you want both, it's neither
    You're just grey

    I stay grey, it's just grey is all!

    ©curiositylive

  • claralynne 6w

    Sunday Sadness

    Sunday.
    I wish the sun would go away.
    I wish I had the words to say.
    All I do is lay.
    An inner child is dying to play.
    Sunday.
    Most rest.
    Pass money on a tray.
    Sunday.
    Life in disarray.
    Skies are painted grey.
    Nostalgic memories begin to fray.
    For our sins, we eventually pay.
    Sunday.
    ©claralynne

  • faerie_fox_poetry 10w

    Hoarder

    I am a hoarder
    Of memories
    Some of them
    Adorn my walls
    And some of them
    Haunt the very halls
    I seem to roam
    Even when I feel
    Oh, so tired

    So I paint over them
    Everything smeared
    With colors astounding
    Yet, somehow
    They still manage
    To fade to grey

    ©KNL

  • white_paper_ch_ 12w

    Adieu

    Letting you off as you should be.
    Gently watching you go as I stood there
    Without being even noticed.
    Holding onto those delusional hope
    Is what makes a person weak.
    And I decided to pick myself up
    In hope to meet you somedays
    Which I've imagined over and over.
    Before our paths turn rusty and grey


    ©white_paper_ch_

  • _who_am_i 13w

    The beauty of the fallen
    Is no less than the sky
    The pattern on the leaf
    Doesn't fade with time.

    The sound of my pencil
    Against the paper
    Is no less than
    A melody to my ears.

    The gray and the white
    Blend together
    Singing of the lost midnight memories
    Dancing along the fragile fabric of time.

    Together they breathe back life
    Into the lost lip syncs
    Into the words lost in the dark
    And into the tired heart
    Lighting up the future
    The past coming alive

    Together they sing forever
    The grey and the white.

    ©_who_am_i

  • supasesh 13w

    wondering around my room, as if perplexed by what they're seeing, like they havent been in my room countless times before,
    i beacon for my bed; a slight two tap on the sheets, and for a moment that should have been brief, was extended by their wondering gaze meeting mine,
    And so they turn, and walk to the window, head barely breaking the windows ledge, to see all the grey faces
    outside.

    again, my hand softly taps the sheets twice, prompting them to come sit on the bed, but it goes unaswered,
    so i join them, slowly getting up and walking to the window,
    "one of those days?" i ask, yet met again with only wondering eyes.
    "yeah me to", i continue.
    and so me and my dog sit by the window,
    Togther,
    and today, we both see the world in grey

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    @miraquill
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    Today, we can be lonely together
    ©supasesh

  • azazel 13w

    Confusion

    When you see my face why do you flinch?
    When I call your name, why do you hide away?
    When I was there, did I not show you what love truly was?
    Was it not me who bore a lamp to your path?
    So when I sing to you the memories of our past, why is it that you turn away from me?
    When you go to sleep and I reach up to kiss your cheek, why why do you lay and weep?
    But All these questions I would turn in for one
    When I fought
    Day by Day
    When I struggled to stay
    When even in the company
    Of shadowy beasts
    I still smiled upon you
    When almost nothing remained
    And i still found a piece of me
    To give to you
    Why then is it,
    When I should come to you,
    That all you see
    Is your final moments with me?
    ©azazel

  • blackwench 15w

    No claim!

    I collect.
    Yet I Iay no claim.

    It's not mine yet, neither is it anybody's.

    It's just a pound of flesh within my reach,
    a morsel I can pinch whenever my belly needs filling.


    ©blackwench

  • insight_of_me 16w

    Grey.

    While all of us are busy segregating everything into black and white, life happens in the shades of grey in between.
    ©insight_of_me

  • a_gentilischi 17w

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    IN THE HOPE OF BLUE SKIES

    I borrowed a handful of blue sky
    From my past lover

    Because he took my sky
    Saying, “you’re my everything”
    He made it all his.

    And for once, I was incandescent
    With the longing to belong
    That I let myself burn
    Till I was like the fallen cherry blossoms
    That lie beneath the tree
    Like trodden wisps of dreams

    Beautiful and undead
    But not living


    And before I knew it…
    I was sky-less
    And earth-less
    With not even a road
    To lead to a home

    Nothing but him. Because I was everything

    Till he grew tired
    Of his all-encompassing everything
    And decided it wasn’t enough

    So, I had to borrow my sky
    And the tears that ran dry
    From a man who knew the alchemy
    Of turning everything to nothing

    And while that may be hard
    The reverse is even harder

    So here I am
    Stitching my skies back together
    Swathes of wet grey silk
    That I hope to turn azure


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    ©a_gentilischi

  • vintagepneuma 18w

    THE LIVING CORPSE

    Do you know how it feels
    to be stuck in your head ?
    To be paralysed
    of any emotions you once were able to feel ?
    Not getting a taste of euphoria,
    nor the moments
    of savouring melancholy.
    All you feel is numbness within you
    and the discord between
    your inner-self and the outer world.
    You start liking colours like
    Black and Grey,
    mirroring the vision through your eyes
    of anything and everything.
    Your face devoid of any emotions
    resembling your animus,
    that once was filled with vivid colours,
    now being discoloured.
    Your words being short and profound,
    You transforming to a quiet and agitated person.
    This is not I what want.
    This is not what I imagined my life to be.
    I don't want to visit the fair
    and not enjoy.
    I want those feeling of ecstasy again
    when rain poured on my features,
    and I let out a sigh.
    I want to sing along the songs
    when I bath,
    I want the contentment of nature
    hugging my profile.
    I'm tired of living like a dead.
    I'm lost, can't find my earlier self.
    Can you imagine existing
    without feeling anything?
    I rather feel misery then nothing at all,
    Cannot be a living corpse a second
    anymore.

    ©vintagepneuma

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    Can you imagine existing
    without feeling anything?
    I rather feel misery then nothing at all,
    Cannot be a living corpse a second
    anymore.

    ©vintagepneuma

  • pensouls_eden 22w

    Some calm and a little heat
    Distance, reluctance & fear defeat
    Craving for the love unsure
    Life greyed and mind impure








    ©pensouls_eden

  • faerie_fox_poetry 22w

    Melancholy

    When grey clouds
    Are always spilling over
    With the ebb and flow
    Of their seas
    Those with soft hearts
    Will soak it all in
    Only to pour it back out
    A greedy catharsis
    Under overcast skies

    ©FaerieFoxPoetry

  • life_delights 22w

    Love and light

    Light Is the heart that is filled with joy,
    Not with sorrow, definitely coy
    For those who live with a moon to shine
    Will be a light for those who end up in twine.

    Darkness in the heart full of love,
    Eroding, evading from above.
    For when we forget who we are,
    The path to the star may lead from afar.

    For when we rise, the path will clear,
    From desires, dreams and all that is dear.
    The future arises, the path laid bear

  • mrgrey 23w

    Finale to friends

    Always carry your head up high,
    Never look down for anyone,
    Don't be discouraged by the stereotypes of the world,
    When you feel like you don't fit in,
    There's always room in my heart for you,
    When pain comes too much,
    There's always love for you,
    When life seems too heavy,
    There is always me wanting to lift that weight off of your shoulders,
    Don't take the easy road because it seems easy,
    Don't have regrets live out your dreams,
    Because some people have a chance,
    And failed to realize,
    Don't be that person,
    Know that if all I can give is an old write that I leave on my page,
    Then I give it to you because it's all I can give in This moment,
    Trust me if I could give you the world I would,
    Because that's my heart that's my spirit,
    If I could be your smile everyday,
    Then I would be that smile,
    If I could dry up all your tears then I would,
    If I could mend all your pain then I would,
    If I could give you a hug that you yearn for your whole life then I would,
    If I could take away all of your fear then I would,
    Be that one thing in life that you never had I would be that,
    I would sacrifice myself just to see someone else be the happiest person on the planet,
    Then I would know,
    That I gave someone a fighting chance to be happy I gave someone a chance to live,
    I gave someone something that they needed,
    Something that didn't fail them,
    I gave them a reason to wake up every morning,
    And be the happiest person in the entire world,
    If I could I would be that for everyone,
    Just so they wouldn't have to feel like life is just grief,
    And no sunshine,
    Million smiles to you all,
    And may your days be the happiest moment that I've ever felt in my life,
    ©mrgrey

  • mrgrey 23w

    Good bye

    It would be rude of me not to say goodbye,
    I love you all sincerely,
    But I'm done with writing,
    And moving away soon,
    Keep smiling be free,
    Love like it's all you got.
    ©mrgrey

  • mrgrey 23w

    Big Problem

    If the first thing you do in a response to a crime is victim blame,
    Then you may be a bigger part of the problem than the problem itself..
    ©mrgrey

  • mrgrey 23w

    Odd lesson three

    They will hate me for this,
    But the root of all evil isn't money,
    The root of all evil is man,
    Why you ask,
    Who's been in control all of this time,
    Who's been dominant,
    Power will seed destruction if not used properly.
    ©mrgrey