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A Life Without Colors is Hardly a Life

Contributed by yackerz85 on Monday, 16th April 2007 @ 03:49:29 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



You look out and see a dismal world of rain and steam
Rising from the ground enveloping whatever beauty
Once lived, breathed, and now is dying away.
Dull gray, the most boring color of all,
Is the world that we live in
As our innocuous lives fade
Into the color of our existance, gray.

Little children venture outside
And wonder "Where did the colors go?"
The captivating chalk drawings have all but disapeared,
And all thats left on the sidewalk is
The nonfulfillment of their dreams
As their imaginations slowly fade to gray.

The flowers of your life are fated
To wilt, shrivel up, and die.
As you grow older, you grow grayer too,
Until you become that pale emotionless
Semblance of what you once were.
You become cold and gray like the rain.

Is your life meant to be this predictable?
Day after day, is the same as before
Like the April rain falling eternally
Its daily dismal, depressing and dull.
Yet you just sit there hope that a better
Day will come over the horizon.

Well, life isn't like that,
Just hoping isn't going to stop the rain.
Instead, lets go outside and dance.
Who cares if we get soaked?
Because to us this day is perfect,
And the sky is a huge garden
Raining down flowers on us
As we dance in total euphoria
We rediscover the magnificence of color.




Copyright © yackerz85 ... [ 2007-04-16 03:49:29]
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Re: A Life Without Colors is Hardly a Life (User Rating: 1 )
by darkangeleyes57 on Thursday, 7th June 2007 @ 01:41:21 AM AEST
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I am shocked that no one else has commented on this. I thought that you did a wonderful job expressing your thoughts and feelings. This was well done. Powerful in truth that sometimes we do just look around and see nothing but gray. And it is sad to say that because the world can be so colorful at times.. Well done.

Take care
Christina


Re: A Life Without Colors is Hardly a Life (User Rating: 1 )
by brew on Wednesday, 1st August 2007 @ 10:13:28 PM AEST
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this is a write to me that feels, like gray refers to nothing....just sadness....but you know, sometimes the gray , gloomy and rainy day can turn something into a positive thought. Grab a piece of drawing paper, and go sit on the porch and just.....listen.....listen to the rain drops hitting the house, and feel. Liked your concept tho. Good write. I dont comment as I know i should, I get too busy with work, or read and dont leave a comment.

brew~




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