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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

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

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

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

Blue Serenity: Phase 1 Hollow Nights Under Starry Skies

Hollow Nights.

There used to be bright lights before we all went to sleep We used to imagine a future but we were indeed so naïve This used to be our kingdom before the destruction came to be Our castle turned to ruin and now there is glass at our feet

I heard all the legends of those who came before me about a time beautifully alive where the people were proud to be There was sun and gorgeous flowers and smiles always showed through But then the fateful storm came one night and our light turned midnight blue

I cannot imagine a place that was not like this The streets are dark and very cold and it is all I know I keep moving my feet forward passed the rubble and debris This town is tainted from devastated memories and they continue to follow me down every street and alleyway, rendering me smaller and lonelier by the day There will never be a future if this continues to be my home I must escape before its depression takes its toll

I hope to one day find a light that guides me towards a paradise because I simply refuse to believe that this is all that is meant for me I was meant to adventure in beautiful fields and avenues This cannot be all I forever live and know; there must be a path for my lost soul

I will make a wish and send it out into the sky for peace to exist and I will not dare ask for reasons why All that I want is to see the life beyond the tide The gorgeous sights of a brighter life that is not here

Mark my words, I will acquaint it someday

—

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

written by Dan Roberts

Invisible.

I have sat reluctantly in many rooms that have represented stormy seas because being present amongst human beings leads to difficult breathing But I try everyday to conquer my personal hell I attempt to believe in all the good within myself but wind up incomplete As I walk into these endless rooms, I view the looks of the crowd of people staring at me and judging me, making me feel as though I cannot be myself I often ponder that if I were not human, everything would be safe and sound for I could go on and live my life freely without having to care at all

The glares examine my body up and down and I can see through them, smoke clear with their thoughts that scream so loud I imagine them wishing for me to cease to exist without a sound

You may be wondering why, but the information is as clear as day

I have been beaten, bruised, torn apart and been refused I have been robbed of my peace and I feel so unfree Although I am trying to make it through, all I encounter is darkness and blues because the world can feel so cold when you are invisible

—

Blue Serenity: Phase 1 Hollow Nights Under Starry Skies #3

written by Dan Roberts

Blue Emissions.

I am lost in between a life lived and a lonely present, struggling to meet the road that will lead me into betterment All that I thought I knew has been wiped away along with the knowledge that communicates who I am I do not seem to know much these days

There is a past I know must exist for I have gathered all the necessary evidence by residing in a body, living at this current moment Yet, I feel disconnected to all its continuity because my brain is unreliable and my mind is preoccupied with constant information overwhelming my system each and every day

What I do know is that I am freshly eighteen, young and alive but my surroundings are constantly bleak and dry, overloaded by undersaturated moods coloured in constant doom If I were surrounded by love and laughter, I would never know Being distracted and hypnotized, I am oblivious to other life forms alive and my memories are fleeting, dissipating from my consciousness as each of my pure petals fall

Soon, I will be nothing at all I already feel as though I am

—

Blue Serenity: Phase 0 Hollow Nights Under Starry Skies #4

written by Dan Roberts

Do You?

Do you ever wake from a nightmare and feel all your bones shake? Do the tears never stop streaming until your eyes turn crimson red? Do you fear yourself potentially aiding in your own destruction? Do you sometimes wish you could create an end to the never-ending days?

I have been there, my sweet darling I know exactly what it is like Do you ever wonder if everything will ever get better than this?

I do

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Blue Serenity: Phase 0 Hollow Nights Under Starry Skies #5

written by Dan Roberts

Dreams.

Pacing, racing I never miss a beat Tossing, turning I never seem to sleep The thoughts keep reoccurring as I wonder lately why the world keeps on suffocating me until I can hardly breathe I just want somebody to help me because I am all alone

Drinking, thinking with too much in my head Shaking, aching I can hardly stand I have been wanting to evolve my entire life so that it finally feels good to be alive I want to cease the crying but I am so tired of fighting and feeling alone

I wish I could drift off and create my perfect life I would take you with me to stand right by my side No one would see us dancing with the stars above Our hearts and these scars are what my brightest dreams are made of

—

Blue Serenity: Phase 1 Hollow Nights Under Starry Skies #7

written by Dan Roberts

Only Me.

It is another lonely night where I am stuck inside of my head, wishing somebody was here beside me in this bed This occurs constantly and never seems to go away You are leaving me here tonight though I wish I could make you stay

In the end there is me, only me A naked soul trying to find my way home but I feel lost, not knowing how to find my road Can somebody help me stay afloat?

I am drowning on my own trying to get by, watching the world pass me by Sometimes I do not think that it is worth trying anymore so I think of packing my things to go, leaving behind a closed door

Because in the end there is me, only me

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Blue Serenity: Phase 1 Hollow Nights Under Starry Skies #8

written by Dan Roberts

Paradise.

I hurt myself because I was bored Good mental health can feel like such a chore but I still love myself despite how I behave I just need a little bit of help Don’t we all?

Darling, I cannot ever escape this dark, this hole, this unpredictable world of unknowns but I pray everyday to awake in a different state

I have spent a lifetime searching for a paradise A place bright blue and true that is so hard to find It turns out paradise was a gorgeous lie but I am holding onto hope I will find it in time I lay within the intentions I send out to the sky, imagining a vision of true paradise

I will find it in time

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Blue Serenity: Phase 1 Hollow Nights Under Starry Skies #10

written by Dan Roberts

Midnight.

Blue, beautiful midnight blue where dreams begin and darkness looms where I find myself staring from my place on shaky ground, longing to be found

Star lights echo down onto me, reminding me of endless possibilities seemingly beyond my limited reach The shadows follow me constantly onto every empty street I meet but despite their sabotaging, I understand that I possess the compass of destiny I wonder, how can I trust its movement when none of this seems to matter anyway?

I will be on my way, someday into something larger than me, something better than all I currently know so well Somewhere where all these colours brighten and all I can see are sunshine and waterfalls I understand that one day I will meet everything except the dark and cold I currently know

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Blue Serenity: Phase 1 Hollow Nights Under Starry Skies #11