All the shades of gray I saw,
now turning into blood-stained hands.
Now turning into red, and black, and filth.
And I'm so sick of you
I'm so sick of all the little things
and I'm sick of all the big things
And I'm sick of your lies.
I'm feeling like a bird that
flew into a slaughterhouse.
The brown, and red and murder.

And maybe technicolour is never
the ( Read more... )

As I sit here in the darkness, no color to be seen ( Read more... )

For those of you who don't know, this poem (also being my first poem here...yay!) is about a figure I find truly fasinating. Anne Boleyn was the second wife of Henry VIII, the first of his wives to be beheaded. This is technically part 2 of my poems about her, this one being the darker of the two. Comment's are welcome!

( The Tower looms... )

Her eyes scanned the announcement paper on the hallway tack board for the name to represent her department in this year's student show. In a moment time froze as the name Aaron Larned came into focus. Her blood ran cold with fear and deviation only to quickly burn hot with the intensity of rage. She pictured Aaron's portfolio for the last year ( Read more... )

( Boom & Bang )

Shades of grey, steel fog
Birds winged pieces of shadow
Steal kiss, secret space
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you're fading away from me
your body, once vibrant, colorful
it's become nothing
but hazy shades of gray
and i reach out to you
(always reaching,
arms extending,
fingers grasping)
but you must not be able to see me
because you never reach back
(unless... you don't want me)

You turned to me with childlike worries
And the body of a Nordic god.
You whispered a hot sin with a sweat smile.
I gave you the only help I know
And then sent you on your way.
I now realize I must have injured you
Far more than I ever healed.
The shades of gray that fill your eyes when I speak,
Remind me that I have tainted the one thing
that could have ( Read more... )

I slept through ignorance this month
I seeped into reason this week
I rested with the river and kissed the wind recently
I became color today

You formed into me yesterday
You melted down to the trees just a minute ago
You blended with the mosh pits, i remember
You became color today

Your shades of gray influenced me
I think I need you now
We became color ( Read more... )

I was trying for something different here, something more positive than "shades of gray" usually suggests. So I wrote this. I don't think it's my best writing ever, and I'd love suggestions as to how I can improve this piece ( Read more... )