New style attempts

I have tried out the new style that I spoke of. I don't know if it is any good or not. It is a lot less restricted then my usual works. I suppose that is because I didn't care about rhyming or being overly metaphoric. Who knows... It didn't take too much time to put these together. Maybe about an hour or less.

There is no rhyme scheme or anything. It is just sort of free verse. Oh well... I hope someone comments. I doubt they will though. I'm just writing to myself here. lol



Bleeding to Blend

Collisions of yesterday
expressed as shades of purple
which slowly...methodically
turn to blue
the blues of the sky

begin clashing with all the green
wishing all the colors blended
as I return to my dream
I begin to realize
the only one blue was me




Distortions

Small eyes begin to shut
when blinded by light
arising inside, a conflict of self
drinking into a stupor
when you can't handle the pain
only aids to shut yourself away

sleeping into a daze
when everything is distorted
helps restore balance
before things return to disorder
shredding the frail state of life
that is so desperately clung to...