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Anon C Jan 2013
An ugly creature, writhing in the corner
one eye looks over in disgust, seeing what it really is
for the creature has shown its colors to the fixated, hazel eye
sometimes wavering in the knowledge that he knows she is filth
but always in the end it is the creature
then we have the other eyes
yellow, brown, green, blue, multitudes showering down watching the demon
unfortunately, a spawn of satan they do not see
would they stop cooing and praising
the self hatred building up will soon explode
and glass shards will blind
then they will see what the hazel eye knew all along
and the creature will continue to writhe
in the corner
finally ceasing to inflict unintended pain
Anon C Jan 2013
the sun is not shining today
in my sky or in my mind
synapses ceasefire
heartbeat weak and quick
what is it I am looking at in the clouds
this day should be random as my thoughts
I love my creature
following me as a child would
I am the child though
I cried for hours over the travesties
to a person I thought hates me
love and war
I think I am ready to ditch my dreams
take up arms and lead us into Hell
for the love
for the right
I went insane
I lost it
that is how it begins then is it not
that is how it all begins...
do not care for me too much
one day I think I will be assassinated
if I do not stop
if I do stop
I assassinate myself
random insanity has now ensued
what else can I say
today the sky is grey
Anon C Jan 2013
the more you say you are a beast
the more I want to kiss you
the more you say you are not beautiful
the more I want to shower you in love
and prove you wrong
Anon C Jan 2013
I walk into a field of not yet blossomed flowers
vibrant splashes of color resound in the sunlight
let me tiptoe to you through the sleeping poppies
pluck you away from the masses of eyes shut wide
we will find untilled earth, plant our own garden
such a sweet smell
my own personal heroine
Anon C Jan 2013
drowning in all their tears
something that smells so sweet
sweet river of pain
must be evil
do not be fooled
the waters are tainted
not for sale
serene Nile is a torrential tsunami
full of poison
stay away
murky lake has been claimed
step away
step away
Anon C Jan 2013
On the corner of Nansemond's Parkway and Bennett's Pasture
a heartbreaking scene can be found
almost appearing to be a mass grave
for such a small, innocent intersection
how many lives has it claimed
stones, flowers and crosses rest serenely under the trees
masking the horror that must have occurred on many an occasion
I wonder
how many more will you claim, little crossroad
could I be next
as I pass each day
Anon C Jan 2013
Is a color not a color until given a name
a bird not a bird until we call it such
what is an idea without a meaning
a definition
why teach a difference
one color ,two billion colors
how much of the spectrum do we not even see
black, white, yellow, purple, green
just people with red blood when the oxygen touches
hopes, dreams and love
hate is not born
it is taught
children are born colorblind
why can we not stop naming the colors
and see all are one people
I love you. Despite your color. Your heart beat is pure. Colorless.
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