The Topsy Turby World we All..The sky began to cry As water fell from Our eyes in heavy Droplets of rain.The Topsy Turby World we All..
People in the streets Walked upright-side-down And smiled in a frown. It was quite a sight to have Beheld with your eyes closed.
And the beautifully tragic Faces of the faceless young men Made you almost want to weep In a silent, dry tear fit.
And this is my world that I would die to live in. To hear deafly the sounds Of the crying laughter That echo from the people I create. In this brilliantly insane head I navigate.
Color MeColor me pink,Color Me
So I can be that
Blushing, non-sensible
Girl again
So deeply in love.
Color me red,
So I can feel
Some anger, some
Feelings, anything
That is real.
Color me orange,
So I can have that
Bright big smile
Spread across my face
And be happy.
Color me purple,
With a passionate Look in my eyes,
The look that used to say,
"I want you."
Color me blue,
So i can cry for once,
because my tears Have been running So fucking dry.
Color me silver
With a hint of gold
So i can feel important
And loved
And on top of the world.
Color me gray
Because that is what I am, what you
Breaking AwayI'm flying up to the sky And hitting rock bottom So hard it doesn't even hurt. With pigs flying all around me And birds galloping on the ground. And I'm tired of you thinking I'm such a beautifully, ugly face.Breaking Away
Feeding me this bull as I spit Up the shit and wanting to be Anyone but who I am. Because I'm not being me when I'm being you, now am I?
Falling thirty stories up to the Shortest cliff I have ever seen, And needing to be anywhere
Than where I am not. And all of this is so straight Forward and twisted that I can't Se
As Hate Does Feed, Love Does..Hate walked into the room, the house of Love,As Hate Does Feed, Love Does..
Completely ignoring the Gracious and spacious Statures littering the floor.
Hate marched right up to Love,
With it's long and flowing
Gowns, so beautiful, it made
A fiery blaze of anger grow in Hate.
Hand raised, ready to strike,
Hate glared it's wild, red eyes
Because Love was simply smiling
It's pleasant little smile, as always.
And Hate seemed overpowered by
This display of absolute forgiveness
That Hate began to weep it's dry
Tears, as it suddenly realized it's own weakness.
So here's the deal: January is a new month, and a new year, to start over from scratch and remember what Write-Off is ALL about.
And in good ol' Write-Off spirit, we're kicking off the new year with a brand spankin' new competition. Want more information on entering and prizes? Check out the home page.
Now come on, you WriteOffers, you. Show us what you're made of.
Are you IN for January?
Love and be loved,
BA
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