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! ^___^

[Doug]

very true. we need to be conscious of others who are less fortunate than us. very nice poem!

[Bhavya Kaushik]

Wow! This is awesome!!
I guess till date I have read about 3 or 4 of your poem but I must say this one is the best of your till yet!
This is really a wonderful read and simply a brilliant piece of writing! The title is so apt and I can't imagine any other title for it...
Blue is not just a color but it is also a very intense feel and according to me most of us very often feels it...
It is one of those very unique poems which I would love to read over and over again...
"sing me about your bad times
sing me and make me cry" - I loved this line the most because I can highly relate myself with it and the best thing according to me for any poet is to see how his/her readers could relate themselves with his/her work...
Very well penned! Brilliant...simply brilliant!

[Nan]

blue is the color of our stories
and our blood when the heart says
your soul might bleed a few memories
in the company
of one whom we trust

Nan

[darkgurl]

This is a write, I like this piece, You do have a talent. I can make sense of your stuff when other writes I just scratch my head and think okay. You can write, I like your style...Kim

[Lady Lazarus.]

I've never ever read a poem with better use of rhymes on here.
this almost reminds me of a song called expectations by belle & sebastian.
such a beautiful poem.
someone there to hold as when we fall....

[J.P. Bristow]

I loved this-it flowed beautifully...I will say though I am not a fan of the font at all I found it distracting and that bugged me because your words rang so true.

[Fran Marie]

A fantastic write which makes the reader think how bad and rough things can really be

your poem captures every kind of Blues, imaginable and is so well expressed

in flowing rhyme verse~ Great Pen my friend ~THanks for submitting

to Baby! I Got The Blues ContesT

Fran

[Adrian K. Smith]

There is no doubt that I am handcuffed to the chain link fence out in left field with what I saw in this piece, but I saw two things from the start that I did not lose sight of as I reached the end. I did not see the somebody has it worse and would love to have the problems another has that the other saw. Yes, I know it was written there. I have never been one for the it could always be worse line of rationalization. Obviously, everything could always be worse. From there, it could be worse than that. It is an endless chain, where eventually one would find that nothing really had any meaning. I know, I followed it for a few years.

No, I saw two things here from the start to the end.

The first was the desire to get lost in the problems of other people to avoid the problems one has themselves. It is a tasty form of denial. If you are so busy trying to save the world, you never have to worry about trying to save yourself. If you are always trying to fix somebody else, you never have to worry about trying to fix yourself. If you are listening to others problems, you never have to worry about trying to listen to your own. It is definitely a nifty form of denial.

The second was along the lines of being an emotional vampire. Where one person simply has reached that point of tolerance for their own problems, that they cannot get the high from it that they used to get. They are intelligent enough to realize they can only push themselves so far before their whole world would come crashing down, so they seek out others that are having issues. They live vicariously through their pain. It gets them that little fix they need to get through the day.

Personally, I could never feel better about my problems by being thankful that somebody has problems worse than I do... because, by saying that it could be worse - that is what is being said. I am twisted, but even I am not that twisted.

[Jet Lag]

so seductive and passionate with a bite. nice.
i just read this again, and it is even better the second time.
i have to confess, that i spent the morning in bed because i wore myself out with a pity party...
the lord/universe/evolution/ guided me here for a spanking that i needed.
thanks for your assistance!

love,
jl

[Ivory]

Fantastic poem!!! You make us think about whats really important. How we must stop and truely think before we complain about things that are so minor. Wonderful read... : )