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

Blue Serenity.

I am balanced by the roots of circumstance A million dimensions travelled at light speed Various entities carry different sound and colour schemes They always find their way back to me

I am beauty, blooming as a perfect portrait of a life lived true and free Who I am now was always meant to be but it is not how it always has been and how I gained this beautiful stance will forever be a mystery unless I decide to unlock the vault of experience

To know me now is to understand me back then when my pages were full and my voice was silent when my beauty was present yet stained with deep resentment when my soul lit up with hope while my heart was cracked from violence

This is a story of how things were, how everything felt and all that became of me in the timeframe of that scene This is a story of how you can change your hues, embrace the life given to you and turn your blue into pure serenity

Let us travel from lost to free…

written by Dan Roberts

Blue Serenity: Phase 1 Hollow Nights Under Starry Skies

Cast Away.

They are searching for me because I continue to breathe as I am Now, they are hunting me They want my blood on their fingertips I am a runaway easily found within plain view because the reasons I was cast away were for expressing my many beautiful hues

They withdrew me from my outer space and held me captive for a hundred days The grand opportunity to create a life for myself holds no meaning within a deceitful world that delivers me nothing but continuous harm

What did I do? I always mind my own business yet find myself locked within these spaces where I am punished for authenticity

What did I do? Who did I anger? Why is it that I must suffer?

Whenever I start doing what is best for me, I find targets latched into my back, reminding me how conformity will be chasing me forever

It is a miserable fact I resent everyday

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Blue Serenity: Phase 0 Pure Life; Conditioned Into Darkness #6

written by Dan Roberts

Blue Serenity

a poetry project written by Dan Roberts.