Flower.

Flower.

I am a delicate flower that blooms in bright colours and wilts as the time goes by because nothing lasts forever and despite all my potential beauty, I always rest in dark by the night

I cannot seem to handle real life and tend to do anything to simulate being alive because I am a man inside his feelings not aware of the way he should be living, rolling with the punches day by day

I never speak to others for it is all too hard I long to share my interests and dreams so they can see the cool sides of me but all that I do is fail because I get tongue-tied and quiet I really want to be the man I know that I can be instead of the actor crying in between the scenes

When I do not thrive in the natural ways, I water myself differently

I get high and I drink Frankly, I will do anything to avoid thinking Perhaps this is the way I have always been though I wish that was not true at all

But despite the darkness I know to be alive and true, I understand that I want to change for I do not want to be the same as the boy I was just yesterday What can I do to make it all go away?

Today, I pray that one day this will never be the same I am going to let it all pour away and hope to see paradise after the rain

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Blue Serenity: Phase 1 Hollow Nights Under Starry Skies #2

written by Dan Roberts

Detention.

My friends are in the corridor while I am trapped inside a room with the elders who think they possess the power to groom each and every thought that stimulates my cloudy brain They all look down upon me as though I am the one to blame You would not know that I have been trying my very best for this environment we are trapped within is one I completely detest How could we possibly succeed playing their holy games when every single one of their sins burns like the hottest flame?

Lately, I have not been able to ever get my own way in the midst of the terror that has turned my world grey I expressed all the contents that have lead me into hysterics hoping my honesty would help but instead, they chose to barrack

There is something deeply wrong with you, they said We must convert you so you do not wind up dead They punished me for simply breathing, forcing dreadful pills down my throat We have saved his dark soul, they proudly gloat

I was excused from the room where I proceeded to get high, hoping to numb myself, forgetting their kindly-veiled lies They could never care about me even if they dare tried because even the best of intentions tend to be swallowed by the ego of those who feel they have done things right They named themselves the saviours of my tumultuous fight But the war I reside within will never be their victory to claim for every time I tried to scream aloud, they peered the other way

The next day, I returned to the same old detention room It is the space that carries all my impending dooms Things were back to normal as though nothing was ever amiss That is how I know they do not care if I cease to exist I leave my body, searching for life outside these dirty walls, wondering how far I could go if I could indeed have it all I sit very quietly, impatient for the clock to strike noon, praying all this destruction will be over soon

but my cycle of punishment always continues

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Blue Serenity: Phase 0 Pure Life; Conditioned Into Darkness #7

written by Dan Roberts

The Elders.

They grew from seeds far less fortunate than me That is what they told me as they ravaged communities filled with good intentions and possibilities Our lives were stalled by their terrible deeds

The teachings were passed down convincingly for the hurt tend to cause pain so easily Their hearts were lost fragments of shattered potential youth They evaporated into the blue and wrote this story I am telling you

Tradition taught vitally manifested into cycles, dangerously continuing a path of destruction onto the flowers, forever haunted We were doomed early on from ever blooming into the vibrant beauty we were designed to be

Yet, we dream at long last of breaking through the glass that holds us captive from a world we were barred from participating in We still have the fight within us despite the knives in our backs that communicate to us that we have no choice but to serve and respect the wrath of this lack of love that will inevitably turn us hard and cold We refuse to crumble into the ruins they perceive us to be

Our light still exists, somewhere, in hiding from all that tells us to become the evil that fills these halls of traumatic existence

We dream of perseverance

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Blue Serenity: Phase 0 Pure Life; Conditioned Into Darkness #3

written by Dan Roberts

Forbidden Beauty.

What is beauty is what they have forbidden It is what they admire within us and all they have ever aimed to destroy

We were outlined a path to colour in and had no choice but to betray our fingertips in order to portray what would be rewarded We became the evil we swore we would never be after following the instructions subjected to us We were at an early age taught the act of conformity that eventually erased our true beauty

But what is beauty is what is natural It was what we possessed all along but lost at the hands of those disrupting the joy of a life lived pure and true

What is beauty is the rough edges of a life lived natural, true, ugly and unclean All the things we were forbidden to be

What is beauty is all we lost early on and it meets us at our point of suffering that continues to exist actively

We are all broken reflections of beauty, stolen

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Blue Serenity: Phase 0 Pure Life; Conditioned Into Darkness #4

written by Dan Roberts

Blue Serenity

a poetry project written by Dan Roberts.

Breaking Out.

Breaking out after years spent in these dark corridors We made sure to cause a commotion because we refuse to escape silently

Defiantly rebelling against those who stole our light High as hell, we knew well enough that our time was coming

We paid our dues and sacrificed a life so true when we existed in the basement where we were forced to comply and our dreams were made to die

All our perfect hues turned to gloom as our lives were depleted of any meaning Who we were meant to be went to die by cause of false character building

But now, we have escaped from the only place we know, opening the doors they kept locked and closed Finally seeing the light we imagined the world outside to be, we ran out of the dark we were enclosed within

We think we are free, but the world outside is unknown to us and despite breaking out, we still exist in the Midnight Valley finally being revealed to our hopeful eyes that have been constantly deceived

We may be many things but we are not yet free

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Blue Serenity: Phase 0 Pure Life; Conditioned Into Darkness #8

written by Dan Roberts