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The Edge

 

An edge of a building.

One foot off

One foot on

The atmosphere is a dusk gray

It is raining

 

Human feet, falling with rain.

 

 

A Sadness of an Orange Sun

 

 

A bright sadness of a dying sunset

 

A dying sunset dying in the storm from the day

 

A dead sunset that needs to breath

 

A dead sky that turns itself to black

 

A dead moon that hangs in the sky

 

Without a care in the world for itself

 

The orange sunset

 

Is setting with a dead smile

 

That shined on the world

 

A world that shines an orange glow to find love

 

On a horizon where there is none.

 

An orange glow that sings to the moon

 

Even though the moon can’t hear it as a corpse.

 

A hollow body that can’t hear the glowing sunset

 

As it makes no noise to hear a life from

 

The ray-shining, orange sunset disappears under the horizon

 

To leave the night behind

 

In the night,

 

There is sounds of life

 

Another world from the day.

 

There is no more uplifting orange glow in the sky.

 

The night wants to cry.

 

 

The Girl and The Life

 

 

When the girl met the life,

 

A tree was formed into a colourful shape

 

With light green pedals and light purples stems

 

Perfectly clear and smooth at a feel

 

A feel that feels like her touch of life

 

A feel that feels like her lift of a night wind

 

Taking a grip on

 

His life.

 

The girl and the life don’t know where he went off to.

 

The girl and the life may never have cared

 

But the boy did.

 

 

The Night

 

 

The night was cool

 

The night was long

 

The night was quiet

 

The night was chirping

 

The night was nostalgic

 

The night was reflective

 

The night remembered

 

The day that had lived before it.

 

Where was the life

 

The night had longed for

 

When light searched for a glow in the dark

 

 

The Morning

 

 

In the morning

 

Outside shined sounds of a new vision

 

Born from the day and night before

 

To stay with the memory of the one lying

 

Beside you on her bed

 

 

Morning Wind

 

 

The morning wind coming in from outside,

 

The bed sheets over you and her are blown in waves

 

Sheets flapping over your bodies in her quiet bedroom

 

Reaching out a hand to touch her, sleeping

 

A coolness of air swept over you

 

Fingers touching her

 

A morning that looks and feels just like her

 

You can feel yourself again

 

 

Clouds…. Early Afternoon

 

 

The clouds moving slowly over the afternoon sky

 

Light blue surrounding their fluff

 

Dark spots and light spots

 

Light blue, medium blue, darker blue

 

No dark blue

 

On the horizon, in the distance, near

 

Stretching over the distant buildings of a city

 

In the far distance

 

Shapes of city buildings lying in view.

 

Lined up in a cloud’s line

 

On a faded and soft blue skyline

 

Some city life disappearing into the clear blue

 

It is a spring day, an early afternoon

 

Where the day is living.

 

And a life sits

 

Unable to do anything, but nothing.

 

 

What a sad spring day

 

It failed to be living

 

 

As a life should be.

 

What a sad early afternoon

 

What a sad early afternoon day

 

 

The Rainbow

 

The rainbow was a colourful creation of the sky and clouds

 

The rainbow was a colour of all the days past

 

The rainbow, a reflection of all the times remembered

 

The rainbow, a reflection of all the memories imagined

 

The rainbow, a reflection of all the visions of life saw

 

The rainbow, a reflection of dreams

 

The rainbow, a dream, full of colour

 

 

The rainbow, a nostalgic dream of the sky

 

A rainbow, outside on this day

 

 

When the rainbow went away on the day

I was lying in bed

 

I think I’ll go to sleep

I forgot the rainbow

 

 

Dreams In Butterflies

 

 

These are all different ways I used to feel

 

A soaking through of distant emotions

 

These are all the different ways I used to think

 

A soaking through of thoughts…. Distant to the horizon

 

Lost over the sky somewhere

 

No where to pick them back up

 

They are falling to the moon

 

They are falling to the shape of a crescent

 

Which is the crescent of how I see my life

 

 

A shaping crescent in the night sky

 

But nothing is understood

 

It can’t be reached

 

A crescent with a glowing daydream

 

A daydream that shows and uplifted spirit

 

A daydream that seems to understand

 

All the dreams below on the night’s ground

 

Stretching across fields of grass,

 

A night so dark that flutters the dreams in butterflies around

 

The grass fields

 

And keeps them there until morning

 

Alive and flying like they had just been born

 

Yesterday.

 

 

The Moon and Stars

 

The moon and stars of an evening world,

Starting to show in the night, to an evening gaze

A hopeful message, as the evening gives itself up

A hope that those gazes will have something pleasant to look at

In the night

A moon that is full and glowing so bright

The craters present themselves in the sky

As holes for stars to fill

So unlike reality, but this is a dream…. Anything can happen to them

So unlike the way the planet rotates…. It would throw off the stars from

The craters

Sunlight from the day that just left is dripping out of the moon craters

Small, thin beams of light in a moon’s white, pumping out more and more

The lava runs below the volcano

 

In the night moon and stars, so close to the earth….

 

A pair of her dark, huge, powerful, alert, all-seeing eyes looks up at the glowing moon and white clouds

 

When she is outside in this passing night

 

 

The Desire

 

A desire that seems flawed

Only in imagination

Desire is seeping though the cracks

But it finds and melts into

The life it never thought it would imagine seeing

 

A desire of something fresh

 

Her dark eyes shared with me

 

 

Assisted Heart

 

A hand soothing a fake heart in love

 

Love, soothed the fake heart with fingers,

 

Pulling a string with a flow motion

 

The heart was constructed as real, and was brought to a strong life

 

Pumping life and blood all over the body’s world

 

Previous a dead gray with a fear stuck inside

 

Now a pumping gray with a love to hide inside

 

The body’s world is made into a throbbing red

 

Filled with a loving scent of perfume

 

From the hand who made its strings human love

 

She smiles at her creation in the boy’s world

 

Tightening the strings

 

So his lungs can breath

 

The boy is gasping for air in his world

 

As his chest is closed and held together with ruby-red strings

 

She gazes upon her creation

 

A deep, smiling gaze….

 

Remembering she only had so much time until her work left her,

 

She walks away from the boy’s world

 

The boy she gave a heart, tightened with her red string

 

She wanted to steal him for herself

 

But she remembered she should have left

 

 

Detached Heart

 

When she left, his heart became detached

Floating in sadness,

 

He tried to pick it up,

 

But ti just fell apart again

 

 

Walking back to him, she saw his sadness, and couldn’t help feel his despair

 

His lover picked up his torn red-heart strings

 

And stitched his heart back together with her wavy fingers

 

Looking into his eyes one final time,

 

He looked back at her huge eyes in a wonder

 

She left the boy with his stitched heart strings,

 

Filled with a pretty red to stop his heart from breaking

 

And walked away from her boy,

 

A satisfied love from what she had done for his heart

 

He felt so good

Without her holding his heart

Of red strings in her palms

 

This boy smiled at her

 

His heart was complete

 

The red strings she had given him dangled over it

 

 

But the honest truth was

 

They had been separated

 

A connection had been lost

 

But still,

 

The deep red strings on the heart

 

Stayed together

 

The 21st

 

 

Spring comes

 

Fall leaves disappearing through the season

 

A somewhat cold air is heated up to a cool feel

 

The leaves having grown-up

 

Summer is waiting for his younger sister.

 

When his young sister graduates on the 21st.

 

 

The Fear of Being Taken Away

 

A fear that the world

Will take you away from yourself

Leave you not knowing who you are

A mind manipulated and controlled by others

You feel yourself slip away

All you dreamed of being is lost

You will now conform

But that is not your heart

 

A life, that never forgets what it could have been.

 

 

A Fear of Losing Colours

 

A fear of being taken away

Leads to a detachment from others

To keep your colour to yourself

 

A colour that was born with your life

 

Finding something or someone that makes your colour swirl

 

A colour swirls around a world

 

In their eyes, a colour can never be forgotten

 

Colours that are held in the rain

 

 

Making the paint wet as they splash

 

 

The heart is coated in wet paint

 

 

While she paints it

 

 

Leaves it to dry

 

Forever

 

In her brush

 

She looks up at the sky

Nothing has changed

 

Everything is as it was once dreamed

 

Nothing needed to be found in this dream

 

 

So…. nothing was seen

 

 

 

Visions of a Past

 

In the mind of the one who is remembering is a small world

 

Of their own personal space

 

Where nothing can touch them

 

Safe from the outside world,

 

They are free to experience, imagine, re-live

 

Blissful visions of their past

 

Alone with their blissful visions,

 

Images, real and imagined, of life

 

Play with a deep nostalgia

 

In their mind and heart

 

It’s the only thing that survives

 

That they can call their own world

 

Seeing what shouldn’t be possible in a reality

 

It’s hidden away from a heart’s damage

 

The outside can’t feel

 

The secrets it holds for the indescribable, blissful feels

 

Of colourfully imagined visions.

Truly amazing visions with no sounds in reality

 

To remember them by….

 

 

 

The Colour of Wind

 

The wind is a purple colour

The wind is a light-blue colour

The wind is a light-green colour

The wind is a colour of blue ocean

The wind is a colour of autumn

The wind is falling through cracks of life

Blowing into the holes in a heart

She mends the heart with a spirit

Of a blue ocean

 

A tickle, on the wind blowing across her sea.

 

 

The Gray Life

 

Once upon a time, a life was gray

Once upon a time, a life felt a gray heart

Pulling the heart out of her chest, she felt a feeling of sadness

Go away

Replacing it…. The feeling of joy…. Longed for in her love of something special

She had found that special feeling she had felt when her parents gave birth to her

The special feeling was a birth of her red heart, looking like a ruby, feeling like a strong beat

Blood now flowed for her to finally feel breath

She felt just like how she did when she was a young girl, born into her gray world.

So, she walked and walked through the gray world

Until she found herself

Waiting for her

On the edge of a gray sunset

 

The rays of light were a blinding gray summer for her

 

The truth was, she had never experienced

A young summer like this

 

Filled with her red beating heart among gray sunlight

 

The gray felt refreshing to her….

 

In the sun of this summer day

 

The girl had found herself

 

In her gray summer

 

 

The Purple Grass

 

A hand running through long blades of grass

It stops to feel the wind on it

A hand keeps running through the green

It stops to feel a plant run through it

The woman’s huge eyes open wide

To see the grass floating away, being carried away into

The sky by the wind

In the place where there used to be grass, a purple flower

Lays, waiting for her to touch it.

Lifting up her hand to feel its caress on her soft skin,

Her alert eyes see its yellow centre, retracting and pulling back

On the plant like a foreskin

The pedals reveal the head

Curious, she touches the yellow of the plant.

The middle feels soft and squishy, like she is playing around with clay.

The clay molds in her hand and she studies the purple leaves

With her huge eyes that penetrate the plants heart

Wanting to run away from her, the purple of the flower’s leaves

Drips of the plant like coloured water, and she watches in shock

As the plant is now a simple white

Her fast mind comes to a quick conclusion

That it is almost upsetting

 

And she walks around the grass field

To pick up the dripping purple water

As it seems to try to run away from her

 

“Wait! Don’t run! I’m not a scary woman!”

 

She is the opposite, but the dripping plant couldn’t see that

 

Moving through the grass as the woman with the huge eyes chases

The purple water with her very alert mind,

Even her speed and quick-thinking can not catch the drips

 

“No…. Come back…. Why…. I just want to be loved….”

 

But the purple drips have settled into the grass.

 

The young woman is standing, in her sadness, in a field of purple grass

 

“Why does all the colour run away from me….?”

 

She sobs

 

And she collapses to her knees on the grass

 

Looking at the flower, it is now just a bunch of white pedals

 

The head of a soft yellow bud

 

Never wanting to mope in her sadness,

 

She gets off her knees,

 

And grabs a handful of white pedals

 

Taking a bit of their life

 

As she licks the yellow head

 

Squishy with nutrients

 

In her happy tongue.

 

Sitting back down on her knees,

 

Her spine is straight in confidence,

 

And she looks out to the grass field

 

Covered in dripping purple water

 

With a pair of feminine, powerful

 

Dark eyes

 

They seem to be so huge

 

They can see everything across the purple field

 

She had painted by discovering her flower.

 

Dark eyes, so big they can see everything

 

That is living across

 

Her field of purple tears

 

She gives a big smile to herself….

 

Uplifting joy of seeing her tears go to a wonderful use

 

The Dreams (The Night Outside)

 

When I go to bed tonight,

 

I dream of a special night

 

My dreams are floating outside,

 

But no one can see them, but me

 

They’re kept in my night sky

 

 

Dreams filled with wonder, dreams filled with love

 

Dreams filled with hope, Dream filled with colours

 

In this dark but colourful night,

 

My dreams take flight.

 

 

As I sleep.

And dream of the night, outside.

 

With her.

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