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! ^___^

[RHEA CROSLEY]

Very insightful perspective obviously from some one who has listened well or read a well. Very good my friend, this will help many. Thank you.

[Barbara Walker]

This is an excellent poem! I love the rhyming scheme, the flow is great and the subject vey appropriate for these times! So many people are exhausting themselves just to stay afloat. If they can get over the apathy, watch out blue! Barbara

[Midnight Rose ~*Anna Ro..]

Marvelous piece of poetry. I see the emoetry all the time around this place, people have bigger problems then what some people on this site write about. We take for granted the little things in life, and we should focus on the positives rather than the negatives. I say this all the time, We have one life to live and we should enjoy it while we have it because one day we might disappear. This is an inspiring write, nicely done, Rain.

~*Anna Rose*~

[Candle in the wind]

This is amazing it touched me to the core. How you feel alone in the rain sparked off myriad emotions!!

[Gandré]

Well done, Rain !
I liked this one very much
it has got such a modern rhythm,
with its special rhyme... keep writing
such poems, you can do it easily, I see!

[vanishing]

Loved it- the flow-the passion
An amazingly heartfelt smooth
sentimentally expressed poem

[emmajoy]

OH my! The way you've written this makes it sound like a song... a fine, long living song. Could almost be an anthem, accompanied by an accoustic guitar and fiddle.

Some of the phrases you use are incredibly sensitive .. 'all the souvenirs you tossed' (casual, but maybe hurtful = realism).. '... somewhere, someone is bleedin for the colour you call blue' (gentle, empathic) .. .. as for the last six lines are really something... they make me feel rather tearful.

[Emily B]

Thank you, Ray, for sending this. Another friend or two had to remind me about priorities this morning and what I shouldn't be upset over. This is a great piece.

[C. Harter Amos]

Absolutely great poem, Rain. This hit so dead onto my heart that it felt completely personal. "Sometimes I complain about things other people dream of..." Don't we all. You made me want to sit down and write! Minor miracle! Thank you. - Mimi.

[bluessadmood]

this is a great job dear rain ,wonderful ,some will not like us tell about troubles we face ,but some are so great that we can not but tell and tell all the while ,you said it ,i will tell or sing about the pain that went to the bone,about lost plans and all dreams i watched die ,for what is there left ,i can not but tell ,these are not trivial things that i can just forget ,they are my life gone down the drain,wonderful job dear rain