Crowns of gold and jewels of silver

Your soul cannot be delivered.

Even as stories tell

Tales of cold, icy blue eyes

Looking on as our hero

Fails

And the eyes speak of

No mercy

No emotion

Just coldness

Unfeeling

They're the villains

Their eyes unsettling

But,

So far

Every pair of

Blue eyes

That I've met

Were warm

And kind

And loving

Even if they were

A bit

Icy

And then there was red.

Red on his head.

Red on the ground.

Red on the floor.

Red dulled in his eyes.

Red, red, red, red, red.

There was only red.

And then there were screams.

And then there was numbness.

And then there was darkness.

And then there was--

But After It All

Even After His Fall

He Still Could've Been Saved

They Played Their Game

Finally, It Wasn't The Same

As The Days Gone Past

Knowing It Wouldn't Last

But Still Playing The Game

What Led Them To Stray

In Such A Violent Way

Well, It Can Only Be Blamed On The Past

When The Game Finally Ended

The Victor Pretended

To Be So Relieved

But He Missed Their Fame

And Mourned Their Game

As He Lost His Only True Friend

Sweets, Treats, And Chips

The Lies That Pass Through Our Lips

The Fools We Led

To All Of Our Deaths

Sweets, Treats, And Chips

Play, Please Play The Game

It's So Lonely Here

You've Joined The Game

You're My Only Friend

Please Don't Leave Me Here Again

If You Do

My Mind Will Break

My Sanity You Will Take

When You Leave Me Here Alone Again

Oh The Boys

Played With All Of Their Toys

Puppeteering People In Their Minds

They Told Truths

And Told Lies Once More

When They Told The Truth It Was True

When They Lied It Was False

When They Didn't Speak At All

I Wonder If

They Lied Or

Told Truths To Themselves

My poems are long

Oddly spaced

Weird topics

I know

They really are

My thoughts

It's really

Curious

It can

And probably will

Range from a variety

Of topics

But I love being heard

Don't we all?

We call out

Hoping someone will listen

Which is why I make these

Absurd

Poems

I want to feel connected

I truly do

Our souls

Everyone's

Call out

For someone

Something

We all do

And sometimes the way you express yourself

The way you call out

Reach out

Can be so strange

Absurd

Curious

Unorthodox

That maybe

Nobody gets it

No

Not at first

But they might

They might come back and

See your work and

Understand

For the first time in

What may seem like your whole existence

Someone'll understand you

And I notice that

Almost every single poem I write

It always

Always

Has a happy ending

Because I want one

I love happy endings

Don't you?

I really do

Treasure

The time you take out of your day just to

Just to

Spend time

With me

Of all people

You spent that time with me.

I hope

You don't regret it

I hope

I sincerely

From the bottom of my heart

Hope

That you do realise

That I

Care about you

Far more than I am able to

Express

Through these

Flimsy words

That are nothing more

Than sounds

Sounds that

Pass through cold lips

Through the days

That doesn't make

Much sense

Does it?

But

I treasure the time spent

With you

With her

With him

I treasure the time spent

Doing what I love

Drawing

Writing

Reading

Breathing

Heart beating

But

I do have times

Where

I do not want to do any

Of these things

Where I

Rather be alone

Isolated

Captive to

My mind

Lost

In my

Thoughts

But remember

I will always come back

Come back out

Get found

Stumble

My way back home

And I will try to spend time

But know that

I am trying

To ground

Myself

And I

Really do

Love the time

We spend

Doing what

We love

Even though

I may not act like it.

It's so

Bright

That

That sun.

It hurts.

But it's there

And it's trying

And you can't

Make it leave

You could

Wait it out

Maybe,

Maybe not.

You could stay indoors

But it's just so bright

Everything

People give off the brightness

Life does

Death does

The shadows are comforting

They're not bright

Or as sterile

Or harsh

It's so loud

As the light can be

It's dark

Warm

Comforting

Quiet

But

One cannot

Stay in the dark forever

For

Light helps us to see

In the dark, we are easily lost

Maybe too much of

A good thing

Isn't so good?

But

It's always there for you.

If you need it.

Sometimes the light is just

Too much

And we need

A break

Sometimes I forget

I forget who I am

And where I'm from

In pursuit of a fantasy

A dream

Of adventures

Of love

Of something I'm not

Some higher purpose

Becoming a prophecy

A legend

Worlds of people

Of places

Of things that do not exist

In the world that I reside

I dream of this when I'm asleep

I dream of this when I'm awake

I dream

Which means that these stories are not real

These worlds do not exist

Anywhere else

But my mind

These words we speak

Never leave anyone's lips

And then I wake up

And see that

Maybe I don't really have a prophecy

A legend

A true calling

But

The world that I reside in

Lets you make your own story

There may not be magic

Or dragons

Or wizards

But the magic here

Is one of a different sort

It's seeing those you love smile

A baby being born

Things of that sort

And the wizards here

Could be anyone

All it takes

Is a bit of

Something

And you could draw a smile

From even those at their worst

And it's so

Beautiful

So I do

Spend most of my time

Dreaming

But sometimes I have to wake myself up and

Smell the roses and

Remind myself that I

Have a story here too

Maybe not a huge one

But I still do

And I should remember that

Those other stories are amazing

But they're not real

And I have a real story

Just waiting for me to

Live it

And that's

Really what

Matters

Isn't it

You're so

Confusing

You're

Not

Really

....

I have a question

Why are you trying so hard to be

To be what you're not

'Cause

I've never seen such a

saturated

blue before

Before you

You're trying so hard to be a

cold

unfeeling

undisturbed

blue

And frankly

I don't think you're telling the truth

That blue that paints your words

No

That blue that stains your words

It's too strong

It's too heavy

It leaves a sour taste and a dry feeling in your mouth

I've never met such a blue before

Almost every single person I've met is a warm color

I suppose that's for a reason

Cause the warmth shows that you're alive

That you feel

But your color

Is not one of warmth

It is falsely blue

And fake cold

And though I may sound insane

Even to you who has made a place in my heart

I know it's true

You

are

lying

to

me

Our friendship is built on these lies

Are you really who you say

Or are you truly a stranger I've yet to meet

Is this friendship really real

Or are you stringing me along

I've never really had a

friend

such as this

This song and dance we seem to play

I can see when you lie

Your words stain into the saturated blue

And I can no longer know

Anything about you

Anymore

But

Tell me this

Are you really my friend

Are you really that sickening blue

Or is this all pretend

Make-believe

Like children who don't understand this world

But if you're going to answer

With another lie

I'd rather that

You don't answer

At all

And maybe we'll move on

And forget about this

But even so, I will be stuck seeing that

blue

Stain your lips and mind

Your soul and words

Until you finally are stained all over in that blue

Until you become but a blur of that color

That fake

That sickening

That heavy

That sour

Color

And I hope that one day

You stop being what you're not

And accept your true color

'Cause

I can guarantee

It will feel much better

Than living this lie

That you've

Created

For

Yourself

But even so

I will still be here

With you

No matter which color you choose

Because you're my friend

And I care

Which is why I'm telling you that

Your color is fake

And I bet your actual real color

Is so beautiful

That I'd wonder

Why you'd hide it

In the first place