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And I Want Her To Be a PainterMake me a painting
That reflects what you see
Not just anything
Not just to impress me
Say what words can't
Show me your soul
Not just to enchant
But to make me feel whole
The Fiddler's Final WordsO the heart wrenching cry
Of the fiddler's voice
As he stabs at his strings he has little choice
He would love to make beauty
He'd love to make sound
But inside of him there is nothing to be found
He told me "The happy,
To avoid pain and strife,
Never want the things that they can't have in life,
The will never know emptiness,
Or what it is to feel
The burning pangs of hunger as you miss another meal,
Or the passion for a girl
Who would never love you
And what the dark clouds of war or what a famine could do,
And they never will suffer
Until when they die
And the Demons of Hell teach them to properly cry,
But even then they'll be fine,
Even then they'll just heal,
Because a man who can't suffer is a man who can't feel!"
Now the fiddler smiled
As if nothing was wrong
And no one would know he would hang dead by dawn
Deep Dark SeaDeep green sea
Taking hold of me
Changing all I love
Yet setting me free
Deep blue sea
Turquoise, shifting symphony
Everything is fading
And everything is me
But even when that dark abyss takes my love from me
Her grace is but a shadow of the sky above the sea
Brother of a Homophobic HomoYou reckless painter,
Your art is dangerous
Lets a boy peer into your soul
With the expectation you'll peer back
I try so hard to fall asleep
But consciousness looms over me
Like a vicious watchdog
Until my aching head grows sore
Against my granite pillow
I bet I could fall asleep
If you'd just stay the fuck out of my dreams
But you're there ever wretched night
Sometimes with different names
Sometimes with no name at all
I used to look at sleep as a gift
Morning was the horrifying realization
I'd be awake for sixteen slow hours
But now I want nothing less
Than to fall asleep
Into the loving embrace of sleep
To see your beautiful face
And see you wrap your arms around me
Because it makes the mornings even more horrifying
Morning ReflectionI stare into my reflection in the mirror
The morning light filtering through my window behind me
And I look at the dark colors of my face
Dark purple surrounding each eye
Shiners from my allergies that mimick black bruises
Beneath the black eyes are freckles scattered on my cheeks
Which for some reason look darker in the morning
Combined with my black eyes,
It looks like my long sleep as given me a beating
My upper lip is dark with facial hair
As are the edges of my jaw, the bottom of my chin,
And my neck
I look at my eyes, and for a brief moment
The two eyes looking back at me scare me
My normally light blue eyes are a darker shade
And they stare right back at me with strange malice
Like two angry stones cemented into a dark face
A face that's usually very light and pale
Although it isn't exactly tan at the moment
More like a darker shade of white
Or a canvas of white that has been speckled
With dark dots of brown
Streaked with purple and dashed with black
And gently smeared with sapp
Samuel's SchoolAs Samuel packed his backpack for school, he made sure to include a rabbit beanie baby named Carrots for whenever he felt sad. He had meant to buy a teddy bear, but had found the rabbit first and decided to buy it since rabbits reminded him of underground societies. Along with his rabbit, Samuel made sure to include a collection of the complete dialogues of Plato and an anthology of renaissance literature. He was reading Carrots Paradise Lost.
Considering the thunderstorm that had occurred the previous night, Samuel included in his wardrobe a pair of pattington boots so that he could jump in the rain puddles. He spent his walk to school pointing out to nobody the various worms that had manifested on the sidewalk, once becoming enraged at one he almost slipped on. He beat the worm to death beneath his rubber boot and screamed several obscenities, and would've spat had it not been impolite.
Upon reaching his school campus, Samuel found himself with a few spare minutes before school would
SpringThe snow has melted away
And where the cold ice once clung to the ground
Daisies sway like dreamers daring to stand taller than the grass
Though your heart is still cold
The sun pretends not to notice as it shines down it's light
And even the clouds share the space, with light and rain falling in harmony
And even though you wouldn't admit it
You know that the cherry blossom tree on the next street over looks beautiful
As much as it hurts you to say it
HaikuI suddenly had
an overpowering urge
to write a haiku.
It's not on nature.
Unless you like to think that
human nature counts.
But I must digress.
I admit this is only for fun,
so it's kind of rude.
I do like haiku.
I like how deep they can be.
And how simple too.
They're very pretty.
But I'm not deep; just simple.
Thus this thing you read.
I just like to write.
One day I'll write something deep.
When I learn how to.
I'm still evolving.
Soon I'll write beautifully.
Just not on this day.
Creepy HaikusSome say water's pure
Water cleans and purifies
Fire cleanses all
Pretty things burn well
Not that they're more flammable
They're just fun to burn
Musics food for the soul
I suppose people have tastes
Mine tastes like murder
The sun gives us light
The moon creates tidal waves
Stars leave us alone
I envy the dead
They are free of pain and strife
But I do eat them
Hell is underground
Heaven floats above our heads
This must be limbo
You need light to see
But don't look into the sun
You will be blinded
The hardest granite
Can still be cut by diamonds
Jesus is long dead
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