the color you call blue..

Sometimes I complain about stuff that other people dream of.

you can write about your wars

the battles you've won or lost

you can sing about your highways

all the souvenirs you tossed

tell me all about sweet marie

how she left you all alone

how you wanted to end it all 

how the pain went to the bone

you can drop down to your knees

cry the whole night through

somewhere someone lays alone

from a wound cut clean an true

somewhere someone is bleedin

for the color you call blue

 

sing me about your bad times

sing me and make me cry

tell me about your lost plans

and every dream you watched die

sing me loud your misery

let the world know your pain

tell it how confused you are

how it feels alone in the rain

tell me how it feels my friend

sing me about the life that's you

somewhere someone is bleedin

for the color you call blue

 

tell me about every alley way

every wrong turn you've ever made

let people know how unfair life is

represent all the bruises laid

write a song of a river deep

about the mountains you have faced

tell me how helpless feels

when everything you love's erased

tell me about how hard you tried

but everything you tried went wrong

sing me all about your path

put every failure in your song

when you have screamed out every hurt

you have thrown out all that's true

somewhere someone's bleedin

for the color you call blue..

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Sarah]

This is an amazing poem, and a wonderful read. (: It's interesting to think that the stuff we complain about or take for granted are the things that other people would die for. o= Definitely puts into perspective those people that complain /all/ the time (and I admitt, I'm guilty of this occasionally! XD) This was a rewarding read! ^___^

[SM Davis]

Rain, this is the absolute best I've read in a very long time! Superfluous becomes sustaining by way of your descriptive soliloquy. STUPENDOUS!

[Mr. Deft Diction]

This goes into my favorites because it's SO tangible. If people can't read this and understand the old addage about 'somewhere, somebody being worse off than you', they never will.

As usual, right to the core; right to the heart; right to the truth.

Be well, friend.

[Cassidy Mask]

Awesome.
Truly.
Another one for the favourites.

Cassidy

[Celtic Cat]

Stunning. I've been cursed with always knowing someone far worse off than me....so my complaints are always easily dismissed by those who bleed for my color blue. But, as time goes on and feelings grow I think I can match one or two of those "friends" who always beat me, while I still know that there are many more who would love to "suffer" as I do. I once frequented a place where we were free to speak on whatever we fancied, usually an issue of our day or whatever. One thing I remember most about that place is that it's been said if we all dumped our worst out on the floor....we'd all be clamering to get our own back at the end of the day. Good write, great message.

[MandarinOranges]

Always good to remeber the other people out there who are suffering much more than us, even if we don't feel like anyone else in the world could ever have it as bad.

This was a very well put together piece. It flows well and is easy to read. This is the kind of poetry I WISH I could write, lol. Great job and, as always, thanks for sharing :)

[Emily Rose]

This is a really nice idea and you executed it pretty well. The rhythm jumps around a little bit, and that unnerved me - you might want to make it a little more consistent. It's a really nice reminder, though, that no matter how bad things are for one person, we should remember how much worse it is for someone else.

[.mate.feed.kill.repeat.]

Umm... wow. I'm quite lost. This piece is so... beautiful. Simply beautiful.

Let's start with the most notable aspect of this piece: the rhythm. The rhythm was beautiful, and the lines flowed together amazingly well. Your word choice was excellent for this piece--not too classy, but definitely not too informal.

I found myself thinking about the imagery towards the end, having realized that you had painted a picture in my mind with your words that I didn't even know was there. This piece was simply beautiful.

[These Haunted Hallways]

Now, this is one of my favorites, as you've said every category in the major book in the world called 'Blue' hehe. Very well done, and truly very powerful. It takes much to cope with all of the stress. Well Done!

B.A.

[Donald Meikle]

You've got blues in all the hues of down.
Work on green (the best I've seen)
Just keep the red tube capped

[pal]

If you really have that kind of patience of hearing others' blue.. u r divine in human.

a great poem rain.

pal