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Dark and dingy, hopeless and heartbroken
A mass of muscles pumping blood
That was shattered. Life had been stopped.
Meaningless, resourceless, nonresponsive
To every hope, every sunshine

The withering away of the soul slowly
Like a flower crushed by cruel feet against the cold granite
A quick shooing away, a cold goodbye
Sufficed to break the slowly healing heart
Shredding the slowly rekindling hopes again

A promise to self to never let them in-none of them
Who gave you a hard time and mocked you
Over and over and over till you laughed at yourself, while crying inside.
‘You bitch,’ said they. ‘Yes?’ whimpered you.
‘We don’t care about you at all,’ said they. ‘Nor I,’ said you.

You let them in, after six years, reluctantly
And they made you feel good, those popular kids.
And suddenly, they withdrew love
Shattering you again, while you defended yourself, like always.
All alone against the rest of the world.

The world is black, not grey.
The good executed, the just murdered in their sleep
And you fight on- a battle of your own
Not letting anyone in again. Till they make you believe in love again
And then stop, as you whirlwind back to the start
Broken, empty, soulless, black.

Because it’s NaPoWriMo, another Poetry Challenge based on the theme colour.
The Colour Challenge: A week of original poetry based on seven colours.

(I’m extending the challenge by trying to tell a story through the seven colours. Don’t know if it’ll work out though.:P)

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Wandering through the Alleyway.

She walked through the dark corridors

Of her past, reflecting on her future

Thinking of the dear, dear friend

She had crushed on for the entirety of her existence.

Born on the same day as her,

Older by an hour

Better by a mile

Hers, always.

Running, memorizing the path

She chose for herself

Of cigarettes and magazines

Till all that remained of her was a filed paper

And eyes haunted by the ghosts of nothing in particular

Flowing through the dark alley,

Trying to find herself

What she had promised herself she would be

Trying to find her home in the wrecked alley

When evening falls, and the sunflower looked away.

Walking, pacing the dark alley,

Ghosts, masked faces

That’s where she met him again

Now looking better than his prepubescent self

His music playing,

Choking her with his six-strings

My last hope, thought she

The light at the end of the tunnel

Starlight in the dark, night sky

He would ease my mind, hoped she

Taking her in, comforting her

Cellphone in his hand

A lit cigarette in his mouth

Hair unkempt, a stupid smirk on his face

Shades hiding the darkness of his eyes

Looking straight at her

He lets her in, without reluctance

Little did she know, the empty shell

That he had a metal for a heart

And tar for a soul.

Yaay to NaPoWriMo. 😀

Your shadow.

Darkness set in, old friend,
That hour I slighted you
Your friends look at me
Mocking? Shocked?

“You’re my Silver Girl,
The life of my heart”
Heaven is where you are
Haven’t you known?

I only miss your shadows
Your heart too loving
The flesh and bones of you
Too true, too honest, too alive.

I desired fire, hell, spite
A whirlwind for passing time
Adrenaline to soothe
The emptiness of my soul.