Dusty fingers move quickly,
When they are sickly.
Clean Fingers make haste,
because they don't have the time to waste.
Lopsided FeelingTears run down my face, I cry
Inside and out but you dont know why
It because of your skull of steel
That my thoughts dont turn your wheel
Im weakened and starved by your words
But that doesnt meant Ill allow my flesh to be eaten by the birds
I amI am the child that waits
I am the child that fears
I am the child that worries you'll never be here.
I am the teen that hits
I am the teen that cries
I am the teen who is always asking 'Why?'.
I am the adult that works
I am the adult that fears
I am the adult of the child that waits for me to be there.
Excerpt From FB Fan-FictionThree hundred sixty two days, Kyou reminded himself with an indifferent voice.
The cat couldnt figure out that out of everyone that he could never see again, why did she have to go. Why did she have to leave him in the shadows. Why couldnt she stay? Within his mind he kept replaying the scenario constantly over and over again in his brain even though he knew the answer. The carrot top shook his head fervently trying to shake the images of her delicate kind face from his head. He was foolish to love her, to care for her, and to try to protect her.
To try and defy God...
The wind blew solemnly tossing hair in his face. Closing his eyes he let stray strands of hair tickle his furrowed brow. Fat puffy grey beasts rolled around the sky soaking up its moisture, they growled with pleasure as they began to approach the Sohma residence. Just as the young man stood up and began to file out curses towards the clouds he heard the petite slam of a d
What a Wonderful WorldI’m noticing things
I didn’t before;
Things that I
Just can’t ignore.
Kids getting shot
For the colour of their skin,
Loving being treated
As though it’s a sin.
Sexism running like blood
Through the veins of the media,
Kids killing kids
In High School Hysteria.
People dying instead of
Being who they are,
Children getting shot down
As they reach for the stars.
Faith forming the target
For society’s arrow,
You’re either in too deep
Or you’re way too shallow.
The faithful using the Prince of Peace
To excuse their hatred,
And yelling ‘terrorist!’
At the followers of Mohammed.
Women walking the streets at night
With fear in their hearts,
Men being told to ‘man up’
When their soul is in parts.
Children starving to death
In the land of plenty,
Bigots with medieval views
In the twentieth century.
Dead FriendI fell asleep with both eyes open
under a cloth of slothful calm
after I stripped out of my own skin.
I sought asylum with salmon in slalom
of grizzlies' grip. I am a volcanic
yawn short of insomnal salaam.
When I preyed on neighborly original sin
in networked whorls of grey neural lobes,
I fell asleep with both eyes open
to dreams mirrored on spinal columns
and woke to the chorus of a ringtone hymn.
Fighting silence with salmon in slalom,
I cradled the phone like a totem,
hid it like a corpse under a cushion
serially stripped of its own skin.
The phone call was from a mom
infantizing a son; to countertop it
I yawn short of insomnal salaam.
But I am pretty, pretty angry, angry broken,
broken awake from a phone contact harem
before I fall asleep with both eyes open
Idol WorshipA smog is rising that many
Have grown unwilling to address
An all-consuming pandemic
All have seen but refuse to know
America's idol worship
A Canadian teenager
With quite a loose definition
Of art and musical talent
Has swept the nation and the world
Hormones of shallow twelve-year-olds
Propelled him to fame and fortune
After a couple years have passed
His ego take control and we
Interrupt our politicians
To freak out about his arrest
A Taliban assailant shoots
A fifteen-year old in the face
Simply because she advocates
The education of women
Something most American girls
All too often take for granted
Instead of praising her courage
The American populous
Keeps its focus on the tween star
Most don't even know she exists
What kind of nation is this
When we concern ourselves only
with spoiled brats acting like dumb thugs
And ignore those who are striving
To cast a light in this dark world
Take it offThere is a girl on your right,
who paints makeup on her face.
There is a girl on your left,
whose hair is a rainbow.
In front of you kills your nose,
perfume spins around like a lace.
Behind you hurts your eyes,
to see that masks really lie.
You wonder why the girl is an artist on her face,
or why the girl has a rainbow in her hair,
or why the guy bathes himself in scents,
that are worse than cocaine.
Then you wonder why masks roam the masquerade.
Take it off,
Don't be afraid.
No one will crack a smile,
No one will laugh,
we love you just the way you are.
It doesn't make sense to you,
nothing seems real too.
Why are they afraid of beauty in purity?
Or why colorful is above sense and rationality?
And why is common sense and practicality,
isn't here in this twisted reality?
Take it off,
and drop it.
No one likes you,
No one loves you,
behind the creation you made.
Rip it apart,
it only wounds the truest hearts,
to see it as a work of art.
I won't laugh or tease you, I swear,
Bathroom passI never get to pee on this planet
They make me pee in a stupid bowl
Eyes bear this planet through space
The bees will sting your very soul
Wear the wolf
Be the brave
Be the bear
That owns the cave
If you ever take the form of slave
I will pee inside your grave
Here's my stupid homeworkThe poem is the scaffold
For stories not yet told
Wire frame of word song
For tickets not yet sold
The poem is the camera
When stillness starts to shatter
Splashing spells from one true well
Being well is all that matters
Don't blame your professors
They don't even know
The truth behind these stupid words
Is that our eyes actually glow
All the ancient teachers knew
What reason bear is telling you
Then Aristotle came around
And they put this truth in the ground
One of those cool ancient guys
Wrote of light seen bursting from eyes
The eyes belonged to his best pal
But could have been any animal
When his buddy's skull got smashed
Two eyes saw the truth of one
When this check is finally cashed
We go back home - to the sun
When Alexander banged his gong
They began to teach a different song
Now all the books on every shelf
Are mirrors that blind me from myself
Why don't we see light in eyes
It seems to be just in the skies
Reason bear is always right
Why on earth would light see light?
Solar spooningEyes are burning today
You're better off this way
Two eyes are never alone
I'm the wholly ghost
That rocks your bones
Eyes only work in pairs
We're already everywhere
Two eyes are never alone
I'm the lucky light
That jumps your bones
My dreams always come true
Eyes never die
We sleep beneath starry skies
Heavy light inside your bones
I just wish that we could be alone
Two eyes are never alone
Two eyes spy that stupid third eye
We are NOT alone
Take it out then ask me why
Now my dear we can be alone
I just smashed your stupid third eye phone
30. FaithA banner for goodness held by the blind
leaping through darkness not using their mind
in opposition to logic and plagued by disease
tearing at truth to rewrite as it believes.
An incorruptible pillar
supporting your life
keeping you from failing
falling to strife
Granting you peace
as you balance your fate
building your house without
having to question the slate.
Killing timeBlack hands always come in pairs
White face watching everywhere
Mirror that is never right
Thinks it can turn day into night
Daylight never needed saving
Black hands have a nasty craving
From this pie we lose a third
Chasing numbers that are words
Stars don't need no help to burn
Earth don't need no help to turn
Two black hands are turning us
Crashin' our blue green party bus
Take those black hands off your eyes
Remember eyes with starry skies
Throw some silver down the stairs
And Kill a clock for ReasonBear