Why do we lie?
Lying:
Destroys our souls,
Steals our innocence,
Captures our humanity.
All I've found it does,
Is fuck everyone's lies up,
Makes us beasts,
Shreds our hearts.
But who can blame us?
In our society,
Where even languages lie to one-another,
Science isn't even fact,
And Black isn't always Black.
Have we, in our advanced consciousness,
Become lower than animals?
Bottom of the hierarchy?
Dregs of nature?
Or is all this God's doing?
The supreme one punishing us,
For yesterday's wrong doing?
Above all, all I know is that,
You have destroyed me,
Annihilated my feelings,
Broken any trust I had for you.
You could be anyone,
Getting
Brown dipped in fluffy soot
A brilliant pink giant jellyworm,
Ping-pong sized orbs of white, pure diamond-brown, and black,
A cute spongier mountain with two holes,
2 medium sized smoothe rosey, barron surfaces,
A big mysterious red hole, feather-soft
A stalactite, perfectly formed.
A beech tree trunk,
A oak tree trunk, upsidedown with two rocks either side,
Two of Satan's pits,
Oak tree branches off into three,
Two modules of heaven, bearing one acorn each,
A gate, pretecting the tree, ends, making sand and glass,
Then, a dwelling of evil appears, where the scourge of the universe comes from,
Protection of the scourge dwells,
Beauty is only skin-deep. by adamadman, literature
Literature
Beauty is only skin-deep.
Take off those shades,
Let me see those eyes,
The eyes which ties me in knots,
The eyes which makes me weak at the knees.
Take off that make-up;
That second face,
Skin pure as snow,
And soft as silk.
Take off your clothes,
Hidious opaque cloth,
Curves that make Aphrodite cry;
Skin less touched than Mary's.
Take off your skin,
For what lies beneath,
A heart of gold,
And beauty deeper than skin.
Take off yourself,
Everything must go,
But the faint scent of Rose,
And a soul made of Chrystal.
Then I put all that back,
Like a human jigsaw,
And think I've gone wrong,
When what I once saw,
Is but a facade of mere objects.
When all we know is falling,
It's a great day to start again.
Inside my shell i wait and bleed,
Yet i feel more alive than ever,
Maybe it's because I let you love me.
All hope is gone,
And I'll never survive,
With dead memories in my heart,
You could be mine,
Still craving your kiss,
But you just think "Another one bites the dust!".
When I live, I breathe,
When I sleep, I dream,
When I eat, I pray,
When I fall ill, I hope.
When I love, I hurt,
When I remember, I forget,
When I listen, I tire,
When I die, I live.
The voices are speaking out to me,
The voices of the past,
The great pharaohs to average people,
They want help,
They are pleading for vengeance,
They want to kill god,
He says no living creature shall be harmed,
Why do we die then?
The voices are speaking out to me,
George Washington to saints,
Pluto took mercy on them,
But the underworld is too crowded,
If the lord wanted to stop the world being over-crowded,
He should create a giant flood,
And make one of us His Noah.
The voices are speaking out to me,
Queen Victoria to thieves,
As clear as a crystal,
As sound as a bell,
They say stop the revolt,
For god is stopping us
when:
i was happy, i smiled
i was sad, i cried,
i was sick, i was green,
i was embaressed, i was red
i was loved, i loved
i was hated, i hated
now:
when i'm happy, i stop frouning
when i'm sad, i self-harm
when i'm sick, i make a month of it
when i'm embaressed, i don't care
when i'm loved, it means alot to me
when i'm hated, i die
Socks are stripy,
Socks are dotty,
Socks are plain,
Socks are patterned
Socks, socks,
Faboulous things,
Some are warm,
Some are holey
Mixed and matched,
In the wash,
One is pink,
And one is blue
Socks are stripy,
Socks are dotty,
Socks are plain,
Socks are patterned