The Topsy Turby World we All.. by 007-BloodyAlaizabel, literature
Literature
The Topsy Turby World we All..
The sky began to cry
As water fell from
Our eyes in heavy
Droplets of rain.
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 me pink,
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 make me.
And I would rather be
painted anything
Than the co
I'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.
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
See which way's down.
Realizing everything I have
Ever wanted, is just to break away.
As Hate Does Feed, Love Does.. by 007-BloodyAlaizabel, literature
Literature
As Hate Does Feed, Love Does..
Hate walked into the room, the house of Love,
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.