Lemon skies

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Icy lemon and crackling blue,
Wedges of sunshine and vertigo view
Slashes of bloody light knifing through
The gaps between fingers covering eyes
Head tilted up towards the open skies
A wasteland more deadly than battle cries
Unless you hold the ability to fly

The sky curves away to an arching infinity
Yet dangerously thin if you're in its vicinity
A wide dome of nothingness holds the ability
To strip air from the lungs of any foolish enough
To see baby blue blankness and place their trust
In a barren landscape of clouds and blood
Sour redemption for those that deem themselves tough

They gaze up at the heavens and dream
Of whisking clouds into fluffy cream
Shade their eyes with sugar sunglasses to make it seem
Like the bitter taste of the lemon skies
Doesn't really hurt their eyes
And they'll be in for a rough surprise
When they finally taste their own lies

It's only that hue due to toxic oxygen the sky wears
A three-piece disguise to cover up the glare
Of the savage sun through the empty air
Acid taste burns right through
A tongue that tried to expand its view
They see it as powerless, but they never knew

It's the sky that turns the ocean blue

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Yay! I'm back, I'm actually proud of this poem, and I feel pretty good right now.

I'm taking my siblings on holiday to see my grandma tomorrow morning (stress stress stress) and my brother claimed he wished to strap himself to the outside of the aeroplane to fly.

See, aeroplanes are a big thing between the two of us, and I figure we've all had those dreams, but at the same time, he's twelve, so a bit of healthy education followed that statement.

I personally adore the taste of lemon (my honorary mother tells me I was stealing it out of alcoholic drinks at pubs before I turned one) however my brother loathes it, hence the imagery.

I realised I do that, I adapt the poetry I'm writing to raise emotion in the person I'm targeting rather than everyone as a whole, so I'm sorry if none of it resonates with you.

Poems about the sky welcome.

Alex xxx

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