Falling Blue
People fight, bloody and brutal,
Reveling in sheer violence
The sky cracks, tiny jagged scratches
Forming along its surface
People prey on one another,
Baring their fangs,
Wearing each other down
The cracks splinter,
Deepening from the sin
People hurl insults, curse the name
They shout over other sound,
Blocking positivity out
The cracks start to crumble,
Pieces of sapphire sky tumbling
Down, down, down
People hurt others,
Wounding them with words and weapons,
The blades of malice ever sharp
The sky falls apart,
Shattering into countless slivers
Once so beautiful, the sky is no more
It has forever fallen
Storm
Drops of rivulets,
of streams of falls,
of buckets and tumults
drowning us all.
The crashes and cracks
and thunderous roars;
cacophonous cries
shaking the floors.
Flashes of fire,
of flame of fear,
of electric rage
in burning spears.
The sky must be falling
or I am insane;
nothing else makes sense,
this is no mere rain.
Imaginary Sky
The sky
Running roads in the horizon
Ivory cobblestones
The architecture spotless
As rain drops fall
To bring forth life
From the earth below
The sky
Crumbling cake
Little pieces of azure
That start to crack and break
Spiderwebs spun
From the layers of atmosphere
An intricate pattern
Carved into the edges
Of the visible universe
The sky
Tumbling down
Massive boulders
Sky scrappers
Cloud cities
Shatter like ice
Shards of sadness
Of lost hope
And dying wishes
Disappearing before our eyes
The sky
Is fake
Imaginary
As pixels
Ravage the sky
A clash of codes
Let battle angels fly
In the armeggedon
Abandoned reason
Anarchy reigning
A demonic expression
Sinister grin
Blood-red eyes
Of the darkness hidden
By the shield of ignorance
That was the sky
But now we know the truth
As the heavens die
The sky was a cover
Hiding reality
For the world was nothing
But a mere simulation
Ciel Nevaeh Lani
The night sky filled with stars
makes me imagine so many
slight, twinkling things.
The day sky with its one big star
informs my one great imagine.
I always have her... at least.
She gets brighter and warmer
like summer drawing near.
I see the colors she puts
all accross the heavens.
And the sky which she fills
with shapes, shades, & textures.
They all reflect in my eyes.
She comes to me again
while I wake, sleep, breath,
and shocks me when, finally,
she exists in my reality.
It's overwhelmingly like
the sky is falling on me!
Cloudbreak
The sky is falling because we let it
forgot our Thoreau
built castles in the air, and infatuated
with their splendour forgot foundations
building them bigger, grander
to forget the world below
In our escape we neglected them
starting afresh when we were bored
just wasn't working for us
but how could we know for sure
when we never stayed to find out
kept moving, chased, perhaps,
towards that perfection we are told
to strive for or else away from all
that reminded us who today is
And now we command our children
to bring bricks and mix the mortar
for their castles shall be the grandest yet
so beautiful and pure, may they never leave
forgetting once more our lesson
the one we never really learned
that in reaching we find ourselves again
Did you ever say something nice?
No wander it's falling.
Been coming for a while.
People grumbled when they were grey.
They wanted to fly off,
Get a better one.
And when it was blue,
They squinted,
And talked of migraines.
As if it's the Sky's fault,
Our skulls are two sizes too small.
And we could not take the time,
To stop and clean up a bit.
Blinding it, with those awful,
silvery 'scrapers, glaring in the afternoon.
So it had enough.
It decided to call it quits.
Do what we always dreamt of,
And get a better place.
Serves us right.
Blue Expanse of the Heavens
The sky grows dark
A dismal gray
Heavy-weighted
Bleak; dismay
The future holds
No hope, I see
The sky is falling
Crushing me
The atmosphere
Perfect in blue
Windswept clouds
Wash over you
A promise
Stretches endlessly
Colors, bowed
Refracting thee
Light, upon
The clear expanse
Sun rises, high
And sets against
Faithful, like
The best of friends
The azure blankets
Comfort, when
I think, often
Significance
Can’t be found
In thy expanse
Amongst the stars
And Milky Way
Perfect, we’re placed
To witness shades
Prussian blues
Oranges ink’d
Pour painting
Canvas; purples, pink
The sky is falling
When I fail
To see the sky
As Heaven’s veil