BittersweetLast year, we were pairedFor two of the classwork assignmentsYou were always faster than me(I copied most of the second one from you)We shared the same brand of calculatorand some of the same awkward moments, tooRemember?I played a song onceIt was supposed to be dedicated to youBut I think I messed upI try not to think about it
Asylum's ChaosAsylum within my mind - Where are you?When tainted violet wounds Leak pastel blood - orWhen stained-glass scales Shine red-iridescent sheen?And when silent crucifixion Rakes delirium, ripping sanityTearing, jagged, from the soul? When stringy webs of eggshell angerFlutter in flags of white rebellion Seeking illusions of serenity?Not sure if you hear my requisitions My implorations or my pleasAs the weight of night-dark EvaporatesOnly to leave me with dense daylight heat I'm alone...Nudging coo, silky sigh Of familiar faceWisps of words - just a faux Betrayal wakesNowhere to turn but the entropy below Resignation to anarchyHarbor of the rolling winds Spil't gray-warped smoky billowsCast and pounded with precipitation My only refugeStronghold of spirit That fortress w
Black and White and ColorsThe Night Kingdom once declared:In a world created of black and white,Colors are truly unnecessary sightsSwirls of sound and sharp noises in lightDictating what "works", what's wrong and what's rightWithout colors, we're boundless - we grow wingsNo judgements, no rules to force our plightNo diversity, and therefore equality reignsWhere there are no colors, but black and whiteIn a colorless world, we are free.-The Day Kingdom responded:In a world created of colorful shades,Flat grayness is not worthy for praiseBut swirls of patterns and light in cascades -Our world would be dull if those colors should fadeWithout colors, we're trapped - inescapable terrorNo iridescent joys to ease our painNo chatoyant tones to dance in our visionWhere there are no colors, the world is our baneBut in a colorful world, we are free.
Who I amWhen who I am Is dead and goneWhat defines me?-Who am I? The one you knowIs not the one she knows The one they knowOr the one he knows Much less the one I know...Who am I? Perhaps there's no answerThere was a me before But that's long agoI have evolved - grown out Of who I was that timeWho am I? Only death can retell lifeAn alias was I The shell of empty disguiseNew to truth and lies I was, I am, but it was not IWho am I? Do you not know?I was the optimistic goody-two-shoes The dramatic, moody, muddied soulThe quiet wallflower standing by I was the forgotten character,In the story of life...Who am I?-And when who I am Is dead and goneWhat defines me?