Don't cut my wings off
because without wings I'm just a lonely cocoon,
a vegetable.

****, I can't even move.

Don't cut my wing off
because I just got them,
and it's the first time I felt I could
FLY

Don't cut my wings off
because then I'd feel like everyone would
DENY
me.

But most importantly

Do not cut my wings off
because,
they are my wings
and I worked hard for these *******

This poem is in color because I want it to be happy

I'm tired of listing reason upon reason why
I'm so disgustingly unhappy, unsatisfied
And then I give myself no choice but to get all dull and sappy.

But color brings JOY! Like being five again
Getting a brand new toy.

When I am writing in black
I can only think about how I want my heart back
Because some guy with an unattractive nutsuck
Had to go and backpack,
Leave us there to die,
And mom felt the need to retaliate.

But lets bring it back to color because when I write in blue
I want to describe to you
My obsessive love towards the sky,
I want to die because I just CAN'T WAIT
For my soul to transform into a twinkling little planet in every starry night, and fly.
But I won't need wings because the sky is my home where I would ponder and roam.
I'd make sure I was always in sight
Shining so so bright,
Night upon night.

But wait!
I want to be seen as the color green.
Not because it is my favorite color on Earth,
But because it is the color of Earth!
And OH GOD knows how much I love Earth.
But I think I just offended Earth
Because me and you BOTH know
GOD DIDN'T ******* CREATE EARTH!
He sent his ONLY son to die with fame.
FOR WHAT!
**** THAT!
Fame equals shame.
There is no gain.
Trust me,
I thought there was
And I tried till I went *******
INSANE

Pink.
I've had my thoughts about pink.
I think it's too girly,
But,
How could you not like pink?
Pink are happy roses and
PASSION.
And I would die for my passion.

There is a light
It goes out
There is a fright
In your eyes
Dull,
Pain, feelings, cries
In your eyes
Swelling,
Red, bloodshot, dying
In your heart
Falling apart
Hurt
Bland, emotions, falling
Out of sight.
NO MORE BRIGHT
I HATE falling.
Failing, trailing away
From the path.
The path that is wrong,
That is right,
That is alright.
I HATE THE POWER that comes
With the insane cranium
Surround sound brain.
Blaming myself
For what is
Done.