At first, we were so proud
about how we chased away the dark.
She was a motley soul,
one of dancing and splendor
with a laugh that spouted the truest dreams;
which were so heavy with desires and fears
so she could rise up and up and up
to the stars where her
own home was.
She left our world
a blurred place of dismal pastel
because in an odd way, she was the
night- which lets us tell the colors apart
a black line that separates us all so we can be only ourselves
and properly admire one another.
True, we are now together
and have a semblance of peace
it is more of a quiet,
and more that we can bear
with our loud colors.
about how we chased away the dark.
She was a motley soul,
one of dancing and splendor
with a laugh that spouted the truest dreams;
which were so heavy with desires and fears
so she could rise up and up and up
to the stars where her
own home was.
She left our world
a blurred place of dismal pastel
because in an odd way, she was the
night- which lets us tell the colors apart
a black line that separates us all so we can be only ourselves
and properly admire one another.
True, we are now together
and have a semblance of peace
it is more of a quiet,
and more that we can bear
with our loud colors.
And the poem is kind of based around how 'normal' kids are usually bright and shiny, like colors, and the dark people, (Not black people) the goths, the wrist cutters, etc. are kind of cast out for their rainy cloud. But really, it's the two personalities that bring out the characteristics and differences in each other. My point of view is we need to spend less time agreeing and more time getting perspective and respecting. Only then can we all truly be happy, and not want to slit each other's throats.
