this kinda blue

this kinda blue

A Poem by Rain
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Just words with no place to go..

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i've been feeling empty lately
kinda out there all by myself
probably need to get me a thicker coat
put this old one here back up on the shelf
i really need to go somewhere
maybe to the library, maybe read a book
find me a new friend...someplace with a different look
getting too old to ramble...not sure what to do
sometimes think about her...when it's
this kinda blue
 
just don't see nothing headed my way
everyday pretty much the same
people start lookin all alike
everyone seems to have a game
all i got is a necklace from you
sometimes i think the whole city
feels this kinda blue
 
it's just an empty feelin
like this might be all i'll be
some nameless,faceless,no-body
living life aimlessly
i don't see the wind changin
not a whole lot left to do
just sometimes wonder
do you remember me, when it's  
this kinda blue
 
sat in the corner booth
of an old family diner
the waitress that took my order
reminded me a bit of you
coffee and toast
a false smile from the host
a drop of rain
does its lonely dance 
down a window pane
i sit alone in a booth for two
there's a sound to this kind of down
a lonely melody
to this kinda blue
 
 
 
 

© 2008 Rain


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I agree, this definately sounds like a song...

just am kinda curious
if she ever feels this kinda blue

yes it makes you wonder doesnt it.. You capture it well. That cloud that seems to hang only over your head when you are feeling this way... sigh

Posted 13 Years Ago


11 of 11 people found this review constructive.




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Sounds like something Jimmy Hendrix would record.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a reflective piece that reaches out to the reader with a subtle plea. The lonely moments when we drown in our own regret and confusion. Life seems to be a treadmill, passing by without deviation, and we can only look inward. However, this kinda blue has a purpose. It also gives us room to breathe, to stop and consider our options witout distraction, and as long as we do not stay too long, we usually come out rejuevenated...
Perfectly captured my friend.
Love Polly




Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I know this kind of blue. It's the color of the sky when a rainbow shines. The background is always overlooked when there's something seemingly better to look at. Oh how I wish I was worthy of the rainbow. Great piece. I can feel the sigh in your words..

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Reminds me of how I feel sometimes, I like it anyway

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Just keep it in mind, you're not the only one whose feeling all blue

Anyway, it's all good here, so no worries...


Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"i sit alone in a booth for two
there's a sound to this kind of down
a lonely melody
to this kinda blue"

^^^ those are just beautiful to be honest, favorite lines of it:) and awwwww it sounds like it'd make a great acosutic song! Maybe you should invest in trying?! But well done, I am impressed with this :) xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is beautiful. It has song quality. I loved it. I have felt that kindof blue before.
Thank you for sharing.
Love All, Mejasha

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Words with no place to go but to the reader,s heart. I know that feeling, I also know the feeling of Black and Blue...I think I would choose...kinda blue to the former..the mind loves to play tricks on us when we are lonely or ill..God is what sustains me and makes the sky sunny once again..God bless..Valentine

Posted 13 Years Ago


I liked it. It is especially hitting home for me today with the death I have just found out occuring in my family. There is too much finality to this whole process. I can't say I like it.. None the less great job on the poem Rain.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I know EXACTLY (to the necklace) what you mean. This poem is so perfect, there is no other word. Everything seems so routine and flavourless, even literally that food all tastes the same, and like you said, people all look alike. It's this feeling that you can't realy go much forward, that this is as far as you get, not in terms of career wise or financially, but almost like we have seen the entire world and we are bored. I know this feeling exactly. How the host has a fake smile, how this is what it has come down to. "Nameless, faceless nobody." You are not alone on this one, alot of people go through this. Life seems so routine and robotic even, and you crave something more, something different and something unexpected even.

"Not a whole lot left to do."

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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