I light up the sky with all of my words As Natrium, Cuprum and Kalium burns The tumultuous sparkle of my love The dazzling bedazzling of the burst Red, blue, golden, green All on the scene For everyone to see But you are blind as blind can be
i looked inside people and pulled out their colors you said it made it easy for them to walk all over me you said i deserved better but i knew i never wanted to be like you, seeing the bad and walking away i knew people could do bad things and still be good
until what you did to me now you take what i taught you and pull out people's colors, see the positive in all things and i take what you taught me always walk away
Whisper to me without words Give me an eternity in an instant Show me a new galaxy in a glance Dazzling constellations contained in your eyes Like a nebula, exploding, expanding with each moment we share Kaleidoscope colors Glistening and changing at a pace that feels like fireworks But looks like stars Stare into my soul with those hazel-green eyes
For my husband. I miss you so infinitely that I do not have words to describe the emptiness that is where you belong.
If I could see your true colors would you be a deep maroon or a lime green? Would we mix and create a beautiful purple or create a muddy puddle that echoes "we don't belong together" I wish that I could see your colors then maybe I could understand why.
Little boy wake up from your dreams Your woollen world is not what it seems Your paper dolls are going to come after you the monsters are taking forms from the crayon paintings you drew
Little boy wake up from your dreams Your crochet clothes are going to rip at the seams Your plastic toys are to going be forgotten The ribboned curtains will unveil A colourless world oh so rotten
And when you go to sleep make sure To shut your windows and you flowery door Cover your ears with your hands firmly Don’t listen to the sound in evil tone ‘’little boy stop playing with your xylophone’’
take off your navy sweater Put on the armor and make your way To the world of terror Infiltrate the ****** castle Save your distressed damsel
Little boy wake up from your dreams Your times of boyhood have reached their extremes You won’t sleep under starry ceilings no more Be prepared for the world that is calling you Filled with people whose glass hearts can’t be mend with glue
Be a man, right to the bones Little boy, stop playing with your xylophone
The colorful splendor of childhood slowly dissolving into mundane adult life
In a distant future not so long ago, it was a dark winter morning as the sun shined brightly in the sky. A man sat on a park bench as he stood among the chaos of people surrounding him. He peeked at his watch staring it like a wall facing a statue. He seemed to have all the time in the world yet he was running out the clock. Far away a bird shrieked a soft cry of joy. The moment his ears caught the sound, gently in a flash his mind came out from imprisoned memories that roamed freely in his subconscious. Is it too late? Am I doing it too soon? He simultaneously battled with the truce he reached with his choices separately.
On the other side of the city within the same vicinity she laid on her bed as she sipped her coffee on the couch. Tears had made a futile escape as they triumphantly ran down her cheeks. A soft breeze charged from the window bringing in green autumn leaves. The room had dim lighting from a single bulb that shined brightly on the ceiling. It gave an ambiance of calamitous exuberance. There she was; coffee cup in hand staring at the painting on the wall rich with myriad of vibrant colors as dark as the heart of a pitch-black night. It seems like the right path? Isn’t it the wrong way? She separately battled with the truce she made with her choices simultaneously.