I don't really know where I got the inspiration for this. There was just one day where I was really intrigued by this color and wanted to write about it.
What is Gray?
It is a color of nothing
Yet is a color of everything.
Gray IS nothing.
Gray IS everything.
Gray..
Gray is the silence
As you walk down the street.
It is light, it is
Dark.
It's the loneliness found
In the middle of a crowd.
Gray..
It is the sound of dull
And the reflection of bright.
Gray is the laughter
From that one insignificant person
Who didn't understand the joke just said.
Gray is that joke.
Gray..
Gray is the pieces of your heart
Shattered on the floor.
It is the glue that mends it together.
It is my past, my present,
Your future... possibly.
Gray is the life of death.
Gray..
Gray is an angel descending
From Heaven. Sent to restore
My gray hopes, wishes, and desires.
Gray are the tears falling
From my eyes onto your shoulder.
It is the beating of a dead heart.
Gray..
Gray are the hopes of the hopeless,
The faith of the unfaithful,
The fears of the fearless,
The love of the unloving,
The beliefs of the non-believers,
The grace of the ungraceful.
Gray..
It is the passion of the compassion.
It is the mercy; it is the pity.
Gray is the forgiving
That comes with forgetting.
It is the love for the lost
And the loss of love.
Gray..
Gray is an open door
Hiding a world of opportunity
That everyone seems to pass by.
It is the opportunity
That no one grasps.
Gray is the closed door.
Gray..
Gray is the trust betrayed
It's the obsession; the wanted
It is the attempted good intentions
That was meant for nobody
Gray is the smoke filling
The lungs of the innocent.
Gray...
It is a kid reaching out for love,
A kid just waiting to be hugged.
It's the moment where you
Forget who you are.
It is the change to sameness
It's the blind leading the wise.
Gray...
Gray is to blame for the lives
That tragedies claim
It is the friend when no one can be found
It pulls you away from
The edge of breaking down
It is the feeling of belonging
Gray...
Gray is the music in the distance
It is a memory written down in ink
It is the lust pretending to be love
Gray is a book judged too quickly
It's the ambition; the determination
The unforgettable moment forgotten
...GREY
Poetry by Justine
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Written on 2006-11-28 at 02:18
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Gray..
Gray...What is Gray?
It is a color of nothing
Yet is a color of everything.
Gray IS nothing.
Gray IS everything.
Gray..
Gray is the silence
As you walk down the street.
It is light, it is
Dark.
It's the loneliness found
In the middle of a crowd.
Gray..
It is the sound of dull
And the reflection of bright.
Gray is the laughter
From that one insignificant person
Who didn't understand the joke just said.
Gray is that joke.
Gray..
Gray is the pieces of your heart
Shattered on the floor.
It is the glue that mends it together.
It is my past, my present,
Your future... possibly.
Gray is the life of death.
Gray..
Gray is an angel descending
From Heaven. Sent to restore
My gray hopes, wishes, and desires.
Gray are the tears falling
From my eyes onto your shoulder.
It is the beating of a dead heart.
Gray..
Gray are the hopes of the hopeless,
The faith of the unfaithful,
The fears of the fearless,
The love of the unloving,
The beliefs of the non-believers,
The grace of the ungraceful.
Gray..
It is the passion of the compassion.
It is the mercy; it is the pity.
Gray is the forgiving
That comes with forgetting.
It is the love for the lost
And the loss of love.
Gray..
Gray is an open door
Hiding a world of opportunity
That everyone seems to pass by.
It is the opportunity
That no one grasps.
Gray is the closed door.
Gray..
Gray is the trust betrayed
It's the obsession; the wanted
It is the attempted good intentions
That was meant for nobody
Gray is the smoke filling
The lungs of the innocent.
Gray...
It is a kid reaching out for love,
A kid just waiting to be hugged.
It's the moment where you
Forget who you are.
It is the change to sameness
It's the blind leading the wise.
Gray...
Gray is to blame for the lives
That tragedies claim
It is the friend when no one can be found
It pulls you away from
The edge of breaking down
It is the feeling of belonging
Gray...
Gray is the music in the distance
It is a memory written down in ink
It is the lust pretending to be love
Gray is a book judged too quickly
It's the ambition; the determination
The unforgettable moment forgotten
...GREY
Poetry by Justine
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Written on 2006-11-28 at 02:18
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