Blue, Black, and Silver
are the colors of me,
but you wouldnt have a clue...
Red covers my body
as anger corrodes the soul.
Black is my shadow,....
the darkness within,
dusty soot on this walking grave;
yellow took over in the very beginning
til the heart became naive.
Silver sparks in my twinkle
the eyes of the soul,
emitting rays of light;
obedient to ever-after...
satin hopes in satterwhite.
Blue resentment of trust,
wandering streets of disgust,
afraid and lost on my own;
I sit at the computer
with mouse in hand,
waiting anciously by the phone.
How do I finish
this journey I began?
I dont know which way to go,
I always thought when I ventured out
that I lived and breathed alone.
Then one day
the truth came about...
the day you passed away,
While I was out learning to live,
you were with me the whole way.
Now that you're gone
i'm losing control
of the grip i thought i had
no where to turn, no one to talk to...
been feeling really sad.
so i wake up each day
as emptiness sinks deeper
still feeling like a little girl
i wish i could be like everyone else
strong and secure in this fast paced world
my life is a waiting game
but for what i dont know
it all gets taken away
people think we hold the control
because its so easy for them to say
but i know different
to each is his own
no story can truly compare
so as i sit with hopes in ponder
i'll just lose myself more every year.
Author notes
been many situations going on in my life, and each year something seems to add more. life is a roller coaster of emotions, and some of us never really find what we are looking for. some of us always have things taken away and happiness becomes a fairy tale. its always harder when no one understands but u have one person who knew everything about you, and understood about you, and u take for granted they wiill always be there, til they actually are gone. many of us have strenghts to make their own life, and many of us had it removed from us and its hard to face things alone and be able to grow when more and more keeps getting taken. and the only choice you have is to accept and deal with it.
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A contest entry
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450 points, ended May 8, 3 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Poetry is Self-therapy ...
Whether we write it or read it, it soothes the wounded heart ... By the depth of our anguish, we are taught our strengths.
Blessed be, and thank you for reading my work, I truly appreciate it.
Myra
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This is just an extremely well written poem! Very sad I added you as a favorite. I am new to the site, and a new poet as well.
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I love the way you take these colors and really put intense emotion behind them... I love it!!!
This was fantastically written...
"How do I finish
this journey I began?
I dont know which way to go,
I always thought when I ventured out
that I lived and breathed alone."
This is how I felt almost to a "T" when my father died... congratulations on a beautiful write... -
Dawn
An interesting and insightful poem, expressed in a very moving and personal way.
You air an interesting conundrum here, and one I have wrestled with myself for many years, which is whether to learn to accept things as they are (and find at least some peace in that acceptance) or to fight against the things that sometimes seem so unfair and so unkind to us. I guess wisdom is the key to reconciling the two - knowing when to accept and move on and when to stand one's ground and fight. I think my mistake has been to err too much on the side of fighting, such that I sometimes think I have pretty much taken root!
Thought-provoking write.
Dean
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wow
Wow great write!!!!
~Madi~
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Congratulations!!!
Great job!!! I enjoyed your insightful & wise poem very much, thank you for sharing such a touching, reflective piece of your heart & soul. I'm glad you won a trophy in this colorful contest!!! Peace, Cyn
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Love it still
Thank you for the nice entry!
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Hi Dawn
my life is a waiting game
but for what i dont know
it all gets taken away
people think we hold the control
because its so easy for them to say
I think you write from life like me
I dred to read these words
Life can be so chalanging
I pray you have a blessing on you
Write me if you need me
Rick
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Wow! This is absolutely nice. I like the way you put in more colors than one. Can't wait to read the whole version.
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