Posted in My life - Written by God, produced by 21st Century middle America, and lived by me, myself, and I., Poetry, Uncategorized

I left my life of black and white to feel the brightest red. But time cools hearts, leaving it in parts, and I’m left with this blue instead.

We used to talk every night; you never let me fall asleep.

A certain wonder enticing my eyes to refrain from closing in your company.

I would instead stray as the rolling thunder, masquerade as your thin visage reflected.

I wore you, yet what is it that you colored me?


When we started this you were my softness, my tranquil dawn,

My summertime siesta, a picture perfect minute,

The heavens above fields of dreams, where kites drift on a clear breeze

And rain never falls as the Sun never fades.   


But Suns always set, and so moments become memories,

And against that tide of a shifting sky,

Time revealed that softness to be such a frail thing…


My mornings turned into the sound of scraping ice.

The sight of my numb breath, frost laced kisses,

Caught in the dark of the far to early evening,

A rattling through my lungs that drives my body to shivering pieces

Across these unshoveled sidewalks of December, Ohio.


Yes, I was still draped in your color, but only now do I see

The never-ending shades that your blue could be.


I believe all people are bits and pieces, and throughout life we can gather pieces from others or give some of ours away. Some people are only out to take everything they can, while others will give until they have nothing left, but most of us fall in between. And yet there are those people who will defy all logic and simply toss there pieces into the trash, for nobody and nothing at all. I don't know if it's possible to get back those pieces that have been thrown away, but this blog is all about my journey, to try and find out if someone who threw away everything for nothing can find something, or anything at all...I'm just looking for a reason to keep on living.

7 thoughts on “I left my life of black and white to feel the brightest red. But time cools hearts, leaving it in parts, and I’m left with this blue instead.

    1. Thank you!! I mean I would hope nobody could relate to this, but sadly the worlds not so kind. Still, I can’t express enough how much it means to me to be able to share things like this and have people connecting with my words.

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    1. Thank you!! I feel like my writing as of late has been a bit to depressing, even for me, but it feels like I’m really letting something go by sharing it. And I’m glad other people can read it and see something, feel something more.

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      1. As more we let go and as more we feel better more we throw our feelings in words and as less they grow inside hunting us.keep it up,weather your writing is happy or “depressing”,as you say,it will always be therapeutic for you and for your readers….you might help more people then you think,beside yourself.Have a great day dear.❤️


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