You move through the avenue.
Sirens guide the way.
Burning hands in frozen rains.
Turns the stains away.

Indigo. Indigo away.

Lazily the thunder purs.
As you run away.
Wonder where the colors go.
Under skies so gray.

Indigo. Indigo away.

It's not hard to be in
Love,
It's hard to be in a
Fake relationship.

A tic for a tac
And all of that
Once gone, it'll never come back

A penny for your thoughts
Because that's all you got
Even after all you sought

What comes around goes around
By this law we are bound
Even when silence is the only sound

You'll find all that glitters is not gold
You must take solace in what you hold
Before it spoils and turns to mold

Stuck between a rock and a hard place
This seems to be a hard case
Just stay in this space

So bite the bullet, till you bite the dust
See everything through eyes of disgust
For every thing turns to rust

So burn the midnight oil
So time your plans won't foil
Curl in on it's self and recoil

For this world is as cold as ice
Nothing in this place is nice
It will beat you up more than thrice

Brain is fried
Hands are tied
Soul has died

Just pound that last nail in the coffin
Please do not speak of us often
We'll be in the ground just rotten

©Pauline Russell

Never has there been such an offensive sight as the one i had to bear.
When I was drudging weary at night and caught a glimpse of a mirror.
Rage devoured my soul and squeezed me tight, "You have no place here!"
Then to my suprise, I awoke in delight to pretend I have only the world to fear.

The maniac is moving down Main.
An umbrella raised, but there's no rain.
The sun in distain, is laughing at his face.
He shades the pain, from the human race.

The maniac enters the store.
The shoppers stop, and drop to the floor.
They hear him sigh, and begin to cry.
What did he even go there for?

The maniac's at my window.
I hide inside, and pray he'll go.
He rattles on the pane, now there's a steady rain.
But I tell myself Hell No.

The maniac is in my head.
He entered while i dreamt in bed.
He'd found the hidden key, he entered quitely.
The maniac is in my head.

I look back on years gone by
Trying to figure out the how and why
How we clung to each other trying to easy the pain
We clung to each other in the cold November rain
The rains have come around again this year
All alone,  I'm standing here
Head held down
As this freezing cold rain splatters on the ground
Making puddles at my feet
As I travel down this dead end street
The cold penetrates my bones
For your not here, I'm all alone
Your memories can't keep me warm
Only images of you in my mind are formed
They where desperate times for you and me
But looking back I can clearly see
We where never ment to be
I was only a life raft in your troubled sea
I wish I'd known then I was just your crutch
That I didn't mean that much
For now the only sound that resounds
In this frozen heart of mine, is this cold November rain falling down

Step 1
In the age of the doom
Try and enlighten the gloom
because your mind has been twisted
blinded by negative criticism
a misguided decision on who you are
as a person.
If you think the world is dying,
that trying is a burden and a pointless task
just ask yourself, should I plant sunflowers
just to make things look prettier?
because in the age of the doom
don't let chaos consume your mind
because beauty can still exist.

Step 2
It is ok to love yourself
and be selfish from time to time.
You are wonderfully made
with all different shade of colours
so if make-up is your cover
than do what makes you happy.
You do not need to help everyone
sometimes helping yourself
is enough help as it is.
Love others and love yourself
because not everyone is as helpless
as you'd imagined.

Step 3
Be you**
Not the you that others like
but the you that you are comfortable with,
the you that you like
because as clear as day and night,
the only person that matters is you.

___________

There is a flower growing between the cracks in a wall
and the saddest thing is it is not getting enough
sunlight nor water to grow but it survives
simply by the admiration and love
that it gains by surrounding viewers.

There is a flower that grew in the dark,
that grew between cracks in the ground,
between the cracks in the walls
and it is the most beautiful flower I have ever seen.