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Shadows--
The dark that brings the light,
A grading that shades the tones of life,
A graying tone of black and white.

The hopeless hide here,
Invisible to all:
They themselves concealed from their eyes,
Here, a shade of gray,
Nothing to stand in the way of being gone.

How? Why?
Days, weeks, months, years,
The trusted One...
... A lie?
Closing the door--
Bolted, nailed,
Anything to prevent it from opening again.
Does the One remember the promise?

But the door is shut,
Again alone,
In my world of gray.
Fuscous: Dark in color; tawny.
Justin Gabrielle Sep 2014
it's day like this (with those grey weather skies)
that I wish I was a cat
so whenever I'm cold,
or you feel the gloom,
I know that I could walk up to you
and snuggle on your lap
or you can hold me in your arms
and I will sleep soundly, knowing
that this is home.
Riley Sep 2014
My world has faded
to the color gray.
I shouldn't have
to feel this way.
My heart is broken
and I begin to cry.
These tears just
don't seem to dry.
My life seems to be
going down the drain,
and you obviously
don't see my pain.
My hopes and dreams
are long and gone,
what have I ever
done so wrong?
My world is fading
to the color of gray,
why must I
feel this way?

-r.s
Maddie Grace Feb 2014
If you would stay with
me here just one more minute,

I would steal the world.
Liv Aug 2014
Give me a reason to give you a chance
Because I'm so sick and tired of dancing this dance
The world has become grey just like your soul
And my heart, I fear, will surely explode
No more easy ways out
No more saving a shout
Give me a reason, one small reason, to give you a chance
Because I've finally given up on this ridiculous dance
Solaces Aug 2014
Sad gray man..
Won many prizes in his time..
Award after award..
All because of his sorrow never-ending..

The sad gray man is a painting..
Forever drawn out to be..
A sad wicked eternal lonelyness..
But he still loves his creator, this artist..

It was one day, one week, one month..
He decided to draw her..
She was not gray..
And she was not sad..

Together holding hands..
The sad gray man smiled at last..
She found him..
As they set sail toward colors eternal..
My master, creator, artist of emotion, I have never stop loving you..
Thoughtful Aug 2014
The floor is a mess,
clothes and papers scattered about.
No need to look at the rest,
please do not shout.

She's lost what mattered most,
him, her, them, they.
The shine her tousled hair, lost,
and gray clouds are her vision okay?

So please do not judge her inability to leave bed,
or her waist that's shrinking by the day.
Please just think about what you just read,
and fix her the right way.
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