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Eternal Suicide.
Blue is the cool cloud above the rest.
The love that hangs even after she’s gone.
Orange is the car she drives
As she waves goodbye to her past.
Clear is the color
The color of the tears that drizzle down his eyes, filled with the uttermost sadness.
Black is the ink
The ink he leaves and he scribbles rapidly in a blink.
White the color of the rope.
The rope about to decide the fate of his life.
Black is the color of the room
The light is shut out…
Silver is the color his heart has become
To save him from future heartbreak.
Red is the color of the blood
That dangles through the ropes and seeps down his skin.
Love is many reasons of suicide…
Its better to die for the one you love,
Than to die for someone you thought you loved.
Blue is the cool cloud above the rest.
The love that hangs even after she’s gone.
Orange is the car she drives
As she waves goodbye to her past.
Clear is the color
The color of the tears that drizzle down his eyes, filled with the uttermost sadness.
Black is the ink
The ink he leaves and he scribbles rapidly in a blink.
White the color of the rope.
The rope about to decide the fate of his life.
Black is the color of the room
The light is shut out…
Silver is the color his heart has become
To save him from future heartbreak.
Red is the color of the blood
That dangles through the ropes and seeps down his skin.
Love is many reasons of suicide…
Its better to die for the one you love,
Than to die for someone you thought you loved.
Literature
The End
life is fast and death is quick
hearts slow down and minds play tricks
bodies fade and souls lose hope
reaching for the past, hands grope
searching for what can't be grasped
words will weaken into gasps
broken thoughts and shattered dreams
bursting from us at the seams
fear takes hold, time slips away
we grow sicker day by day
the pain won't stop, the hurt stays strong
it's been inside us all along
but will it end when we all die?
and in the ground our carnage lies?
Literature
motion
I love you like a
semicolon;
a half-pause in a torrent of
thought
during which life
stutters into being.
I want to take you
in the breathless spaces between
ellipses
where passion builds and shudders
into a trailing afterthought
Literature
Catherina
She had chocolate curls
That skimmed her waist;
And alabaster skin,
Paper soft and worn thin,
Like all the books,
She lost herself in.
She liked to wander,
Through quaint book shops,
Breathing in the musty scent.
Sipping cinnamon lattes,
She'd sit surrounded by worn leather
Hard backs and sepia tone pages.
Wearing her little tea dresses;
With the high lace collars,
But no makeup,
She'd fawn over the classics,
Faulkner, Brontë, Dickens
Austen and Tolstoy,
She'd sigh, and lose
Herself to another world.
They all peeked out of her
Over sized hold all;
That contained her entire world.
She quoted William
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My second one :] and yeah i know...all of them are really sad...i haven't been in the best mood lately...
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Powerful. Really. Painful subject eh, but you've caught it right enough.