A place to express the grey and darker shades of life.
Why must we sacrifice
all we have
for the sake of all we love?
The freedom to live
without the threat of loss
has never been within reach.
An idea that does not live
within this realm.
To live you must be able to sacrifice.
There is no gain
without loss,
but there is loss
without gain.
Life is unfair,
yet others still seek to inflict pain.
Why must there always be sacrifice
and pain
along side with loss
and no gain?
-Grey
Rising and falling,
and rising and
falling.
One day,
it’ll end.
You won’t have to fall
just to rise,
or rise just to fall.
The heart is life.
The chest continues
to rise and fall
until one day,
there is no rise.
There is only
the fall.
-Grey
Weak.
That idea
lacks strength.
Do you have the strength
to be someone?
No? Then why?
How?
How can you exist
when you are weak?
When you crumble away,
bit by bit,
every time it gets hard?
Take the advice.
It has always been there.
Reach out.
It takes real strength
to give up.
-Grey
No one sees
the strength they hold.
The muscles of the face
are not what form a smile.
It’s the mind.
The will of the mind.
Your greatest strengh,
yet biggest weakness.
With the will of the mind,
a smile,
a true smile,
can be lost forever.
-Grey
The heart continues to beat
to a rhythm of its own.
It does not listen
to the cues of the mind,
telling it what to do.
The heart lives separate of the mind.
It may cry out in joy.
It may cry out in pain.
Yet it continues beating
just the same.
Listen to the heart.
The mind is not the only one
that has a message
to be heard.
-Grey
The hellfire inside her,
it rages on.
It burns the fruits of heaven,
so nothing grows.
In its wake,
destruction and despair
are sure to bloom.
The hellfire is sure
to burn her
and everyone she touches.
That fire will extinguish
her flame.
The hellfire inside her,
it rages on.
-Grey
Don’t say it’s okay
when it’s not.
Don’t ignore the pain
when it hurts so bad.
Who else do you have to blame?
Carelessness, that wasn’t
carelessness
Conscious ignorance.
Why?
-Grey
When did it start?
I say it was then,
but it’s always been here.
Never leaving but hiding.
Hiding as the truth
that I’ve always been like this.
It never leaves my side
yet it always leaves me alone.
-Grey
When it’s dark,
the people of the night emerge.
But they do not thrive
when the sun goes down.
They fear the dark
which deepens their pain,
augments their solitude,
and highlights their tears in the moonlight.
They are held hostage by their fear
of the night.
They cannot scream in fear
of the night.
The night is desolate and so very cruel.
No one hears their sobs.
No one can save them from
the night.
-Grey
In the mirror,
are bruises looking back.
An expression full of despair
and void of hope.
Lost but never forgotten.
Spoken and never heard.
The shadow of self-hatred
lurks behind,
waiting for the chance
to strike again.
-Grey
