Caliginous Chromatic Cerulean Skies

October 1, 2010
By BlackheartRebecca PLATINUM, Kokomo, Indiana
BlackheartRebecca PLATINUM, Kokomo, Indiana
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Favorite Quote:
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."-Juliet, Romeo&Juliet by Shakespear

"You are a puzzle piece that fits in place, but doesn't match the picture."-Me

White fluff clings to cerulean canvases.
Who's to say that cerulean doesn't touch us?
Contrarily not so far away.

Casting a hand up,
Pale mixing with blue,
Black nails contrasting horrifically.

When the sky darkens,
The wind picks up,
Cerulean vanishes.

Stone takes place,
Not quite marble,
Not one color.

Pale and black drop,
Brown covers with false black,
Vicious waves consume, taking her under.

Achromatic heavens cry,
Letting compassionate teardrops kiss her in rhythmatic sobs,
A breath slips away into darkness.

Caliginous clouds cry themselves away,
That ever encompassing cerulean watching over a still doll,
Buried deep in her watery grave.

The author's comments:
As I was watching the sky one day, it started raining and I looked over at all my classmates. The life seemed to either drain from them or it increased with playfulness. I was one of the few who's creativeness increased, and thus this was born.

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