The sky darker than any negro colored crayon.
Images give no evidence of blue. Take me on; black along with disappearing planets; gone in the wind.
Those blue get me confidence and compliments.
Maybe I'm a liar.
Because I'm what I hate and you're what I want.
Stop with the bleeding. Take the blow. Take on anyone.
Maybe love is just muscle memory.
In the dark with music on; wishing I was somewhere else.
I'll fly away and leave it behind. Only red drowning out perceived blue.
Take away the black and steal innocence.
Breath-in-exhale.
This ocean fell far from the blood spill.
Is there a reason we break and die? There's a reason why we laugh and love.
A reason why we speak and preach.
The knowledge behind brushing our teeth and picking our scabs.
Why our taste buds like sweet or salty.
When I was a kid, I used to think sticks and stones were really worse than words...
And then I heard the words fat and weird.
They wrote loser on my locker and I had to scrub it off.
The principal hated me. People were shotting brandy on the park bench and I dragged my friend far away.
He thought I was there; getting drunk next to the school grounds. He acted like he had me on a tight rope and he thought he was right. But kids are cruel.
They were wrong. I didn't belong with that group and maybe I don't belong to any clique.
Don't worry, I will graduate and make it. My life continues on that balance beam but this is just beauty.
wow, really creative writing style, why are you not in the hall of fame? I'll try to get you in. Also, change the color of the font, it's a little hard to read. :{)
ReplyDeleteWow thank you!:) I changed it, thanks!:)
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