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  Apr 2015 axr
sanch kay
So
will I
ever get to
be with you in
the bright sunlight, or is
The idea of you and me a concept -
Two people who are only
allowed to be with
each other in
the dark
*night?
  Apr 2015 axr
Xphaedos
Right this way, please
Welcome to the house of color
Would you like a cup of tea?
Nothing is dull here

The reds are brilliant, and try to beat the others
But of course they don't get to, or we wouldn't be called the house of colors

The greens, how wonderful in every single shade
And then there's Neon Green (who was always a bit of a renegade)

The soft and sinister purples also come to view
Not all of them are nice, some of them are worn, not as new

There's oranges that roll downstairs (would you like a taste?)
The citron taste does not, the fine palate,  escape

The yellows pour in
some sunshine, some shades of *****

And then for cool and bright blues
(this isn't all, too)

We also have greys, blacks, whites
So step right in and order yours tonight

We don't charge much for shipping and handling (though they're much too hard to hold)
We can give you any type, light, dark, or bold

This was the house of colors, we hope you liked what you have seen
We also give quality: fat, thin, or a beam

We can give you rainbows (though those are getting rare)
And you must be extra careful with them (they easily tear)

So welcome to the house of colors
Not a normal house like others
axr Apr 2015
Would you listen to me if i sang the same words in different melodies
or if sang the same melody and different melodies?
Would you care if i told you about how you influence me?
I have a riff stuck in my head, care to write a song out of it?
It's all you,
with your cheekiness,bluntness and rage.
It's all me,
with my anger,awkwardness and determination.
Would you care to sit beside me and look at the stars?
Would you care if I told you about my past?
You wouldn't.
You don't even exist.
axr Mar 2015
Broken roads and voices unknown
posters torn and crying children
seems like i am a riot now.

Protests,scratches and guns
screams and air filled with dust
seems like i am a riot now.

The dead,the broken and the vain let out a cry
broken glasses fly
seems like i am a riot now.
  Mar 2015 axr
ShamusDeyo
Colored Lights flashing
Yellow Red and Blue in the Night
In a  Kaleidoscope of Fun

The Smell of Carmel Corn
Mixed With Hot Dog on a Bun
And Pink Cotton Candy

Octopus, Tilt-a-Whirl
Accompanied by Laughs
Of Boys and Screams of Girls

You sit on the Outside so she
Slides towards you 'til you reel
Just to feel her pressed against you

Sounds of Rifles and Bells With
Treasure Cranes, Ring Bounce
And free Music at the Band Stand

Finally the end of the Night of Lights
After too Much Root Beer and Donuts
Smiling, day is done after So Much Fun

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axr Mar 2015
i
i am not a mystery
i am an open book with secrets to be deciphered.
i am your warm words,
your forbidden curse.
i am the fingerprints on railings,
the feeling you get when you're failing.
i am that fall when you get high,
i am that song which made you cry.
i am the dead cells on your skin,
the greed when you're rich.
i am that rhetorical statement,
that lonely guitar by the pavement.
i am that scream when the car crashes.
i am the fire which brings you to ashes.
i am that unknown melody in your head.
i am that coffin in which you were placed.
i am that time bomb ticking away,
the succubus telling you to live another day.
My narcissism at its best
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