Deep in the world
Of dreams and nightmares
Lay a lone girl
Lost in her slumber

She lay quietly
In a quaint blue dress
Eyes closed
To the horrors of the world

Taken to a joyous paradise
Of maroon flowers
Once bright pink carnations
Turned a dull silvery red

Though this time
It was no temporary siesta
The beeps of a hymn come softly to an end
Closing with its finish
Her weary, willing eyes

I scream
For none to hear
Because
There is none to hear
My scream

I scream
For none to hear
Because
I dare not let them hear
My scream

I scream
For none to hear
Because
They have grown tired of hearing
My scream

I scream
For none to hear
Because
There is none who will hear
My scream

Today marks the start
Of another great play
Actors prance around
Wearing masks of clay

Do they need to smile
Or do they need to cry
No matter the emotion
This mask helps them to lie

But sometimes they wonder
How it would be
If they could cast away their mask
And be truly ‘me'

But the audience desires not they
But who they have become
So they can't, they mustn't, they shouldn't
Clad in masks they become numb

Day in day out their masks they don
All so their perfect show can go on

I’ve been feeling really
Ugly as of late
So filthy, so unrefined, so
Ugly
I want to be beautiful!

Someone told me
If you really want to be beautiful
You gotta look hot man
You gotta feel hot man
He tossed me his magic potion
And I ingested those magical embers
That made me hot again

But even though I’m hot
I’m still so ugly
So *****, so revolting, so
Ugly
I want to be beautiful!

Someone told me
If you really want to be beautiful
Go talk to the clouds yo
They all fluffy and cute yo
He tossed me his magical stick
With it I soared to the skies
And learned the secret to being all cutesy
But even though I’m adorable
I’m still so ugly
So soiled, so disgusting, so
Ugly
I want to be beautiful!

Someone told me
If you really want to be beautiful
Put on some makeup bro
Cover your skin all up bro
He tossed me his magical pen
And I drew pretty flowers
Pretty flowers of maroon which suffocated my skin

But even though I’m so hot and cute and all made up
I’m still so ******* ugly
So ugly, so ugly, so ugly
So ugly
I want to be beautiful.

Then you told me
If you really want to be beautiful
You have to be completely still
You have to be completely silent
No one likes a monster that moves
But if you don’t move and don’t speak
You’ll be beautiful

Alas with the secret to being beautiful at hand
I popped my fireworks to celebrate
Beautiful shades of red filled the sky
As at last, finally
I shall be beautiful again.

I feel the coolness of the ocean blue
Engulfing me as I enter my ‘home’
The ocean beckons me deeper
Back down to where
I feel so safe and sound
Poseidon gently takes me by the hand
And shows me his world of magic
Existing only beneath the lands
And in the paradise
By forgetting the woes of being alive
Life for me begins anew
But once again I am reminded
I am nothing but a visitor
The fires of reality burn
Calling me back from over yonder  
I begin to ascend, though slow and gradual
The ocean pulls, reluctant to let me go
Poseidon’s sad smile makes my heart break
But alas I must go
With the promise to return
For their sakes and mine
I emerge, leaving behind
My oceanic sanctuary

Why do you say
"2+1=3"
And look at me when I disagree?

You say
"It's basic math: 1, 2, 3.
Add 2 and 1 together and they naturally give you 3"

But I beg to differ
And pray do hear me out

2+1
What does that tell you
Two with the addition of one

3
What does that tell you
Three. Simply. Three

And whilst mathematically
the addition of 2 and 1 does equal 3

2+1: Forced amalgamation of two disparate terms
3: One simple solid term

How then can you claim 2+1=3
2+1=/=3

The boy stood on the top of the world
Cold dark day
Gales of reality pelted the young lad
As he shivered under the frost of the everyday
He wants to scream
But he had long lost his voice to the demons below
The winds howl
Summoning the torrents from above
And though the gods wept for the young boy
None more will shed tears of feeling
Ignoring the crimson stains on the earth
The boy’s last mark on the world
Soon washed away by the angels’ requiem
As he is slowly carried away
To his final destination
Where away from his devils
He may finally rest