{ Warning: } Is probably confusing and does not make sense!!
Discretion is advised.
I feel as the tide washes away the color
The blue gray, ash gray,
black and white filter
from irises of the cloudy, murky,
brown sea.
I sense the wind feel lighter
as well as everything past the still glass.
Hueful tide brings in something new to perspective.
These bright, playful,
untouched wonders.
I notice the water has regained its spark
as I watch the stars reincarnate
under the warm hopeful glow.
The everlasting light
burning shadows in our hearts
and mind.
The colors flood in the colorless palette.
A new perspective for the hopeless.
For the hopeless have turned the page
to a new chapter titled "HOPE".
Letters gleam golden and shimmer.
This story needed to take a turn
after all.
I feel as the tide washes away
all that has ever burdened me.
This dawn of realization is bliss.
Ethereal happiness calls me
from a stranger named hope.
I am ready for this journey.
SOMETIMES ALL PEOPLE NEED TO BE HAPPY IS A SIMPLE CHANGE OF PERSPECTIVE.
5/4/16
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(AUTHOR'S NOTE)
HEY it's me again trying out something new with a hopefully hopeful poem.
By the way, on some poems I will put the date (if it was from my written journal like this one and I know the date it was written).
Well, THANKS for reading this!
Make sure to check out the poems of my friends Hipster Psychopath, Red Thunder, and when Beebos starts her own book on this account too.
Happy reading!
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Scattered Stars
PoetryPoems and stories (mostly poems) written by Toxic Rebel. No order, probably doesn't make sense. Scattered poems with scattered topics. •~•~Stars~•~• Stars in broad daylight what a wonderous sight.. If there were stars in the vast blue sea.. would yo...
