The blue light peaks through my
neighbors window and I wonder if
their having a disco ball in there
Blue as in the license plate that police
stops to check locals on the streets
The blue car parked on the side of a blue
House, men comes at that house to
gather and talk about life, women,
politics and whatever the rum let's them
chatter out
Blue because thank God that sky is
blue and not black, or green
Blue like my scissor I used to carry in
high school in my sewing kit now
It serves as a household item needed,
My little brother calls it dad scissors
Blue because every time a man gets your
number you are disappointed like the
last time, because they come with the same
Pick up line, u I want, want you for me, &
Me for you. You wonder every time how
Much women are they saying that to?
Blue like the bond you and a family
member was building only to see it come
Down slowly, only for life to say
"Ehhh, start again".
Tie the rope tighter this time
Blue because unstead of cleaning up
You want to write this poem before the
thought itself rot or fades away
Though some have already started to
Get tired of being chained on a piece of
Paper a blank of keyboard
Somethings are meant unwritten
Blue
Blue
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Blue like the poem you once heard on a
podcast label blue
But that won't stop you from writing
Won't you?
But this time it's different-
somethings are in a diffrent shade of blue.
-ashespoetry
