Paint Your Future

Choice is like artwork
Completely yours to make

A pearl white canvas
Waiting to be covered with your thoughts

Paint yourself
Sketch the future

Each fork in the road
Is presented in your picture

You chose which path to follow
You choose which life you want to live

Artwork

I also enjoy making art so i got a Deviant ART which displays all my art. If you would like you can go and see my drawings. I am in the process of putting more up right now so there should be more coming. My site is called insanity-of-reality.
ENJOY!
http://insanity-of-reality.deviantart.com/

Blind

A young girl sat in a dark corner

Turned towards a tarnished mirror

A pale sunken in face

Dark purple and black rings around her closed eyes

She didn’t look human, she didn’t even look alive

She was a monster

One pair of eyes flashed open

Causing one’s thoughts to betray themselves

Her crystal blue eyes danced with the life of a new born child

Unknowing to the hatred and betrayal the world could cause

Her pure eyes showed the snowy landscape of her soul

Untarnished by the blood of truth

Glares of loathing

Smirks of hatred

Went unnoticed

She sought to find the truth in the world

Like the Magi searching for baby Jesus the night he was born

A sphere impenetrable by the snake of society

She sought to find

Answers to questions never asked

The light within the darkness

Why blood mixed with water

The sphere wouldn’t break no matter how hard the snake attacked

The snake never relented

The sphere broke and was bit

She had found the truth

The reasons no one knew were found

They wanted to be normal

Nothing differentiating them

Destroying the abnormal monsters for what they were

Even if normal was not normal at all

They did not wanted to be destroyed

She finally saw the truth

Her soul, pristine like layers of white fallen snow

Melted with the truth of betrayal

The Silent Question

The world is corrupt
Silently dying
We are the killers
Oily water
Bloodied snow
Polluted skies
Acid rain melting everything created
All the good and bad in the world
Were destroying the world
Shouldn’t we nurse it back to life?

Each of us is different
Strengths and weaknesses
We are all human
Imperfect
We each have a choice
To remain ignorant
Or to make an impact

“Is there anything I can do about anything at all?”
“Out of the doubt that fills my mind”
Solutions will be created
Scorned and insulted
“Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone”
We can all make a difference

We have been carved by the cruelty of this world
Our souls tainted by the hands of others
And I wonder
Can one person really make an impact?
Change the way we think and act?
Will they revolutionize the human race?
In the end will it truly matter?

Figmant of My Imagination

A howl was heard breaking the still of the night like lightning through darkened skies
The sun hid in fear behind grey pillows of cumulus clouds
A fog covered the ground but a figure could faintly be seen
A lady clad in elegant Victorian style dress stood there
She clutched her breasts
She had a secret that she kept locked inside her chest
A secret that could break the harmony of the world
She was a vampire
Vampires were to never exist
She was the darkness in the rainbow
And the blood on the soldiers
She was not living but she lived
She could not love but she could be loved
A marionette on stage being toyed with by the masters of fate
Dark red eyes showed the harshness the world could do
She saw people for who they really were
Lazy, self-indulgent people who cared for only themselves
They would take what they wanted and leaving in their wake pain and misery
They wanted to know her secret
Suddenly she laughed hysterically with a melodious voice
She would never tell
It would be locked inside her for all eternity
Decaying like a rotten corpse
The sun started to creep up the horizon
This was the moment she had waited for
The moment to end all her suffering and pain
The moment she would be free
rays of sun light shot above the horizon
Blinding everything
And where the lady once stood
There was nothing
Except the whispering wind

The Pain of Leaving

As I sit here thinking about you
I wonder if you are thinking about us
I think about all the good times
The bad times can not seep into my head
I wonder if I can hold up
Through all these long months ahead
When I can’t see your face or hear you voice
I miss you so
Please come back
I want to make you proud
I wear the bracelet you gave me
So you’re always with me
Nothing can mend this hole in my heart
Except for you
I want you back
I want this to be over
I sit here and cry
As I realize
If this is just the first day
How much pain are the other days going to have?

Fairy Tales Don't Come True

We met on one fated day
It felt as if
Our lives would never be the same
Our destinies would be intertwined
We had become one person
Yet we were still two different people

We faced many things together
You and I
We faced unbearable losses,
Unforgettable friends,
Distrustful and dishonest people

But we made it through all those times
All the good days
That hid the shadow of the bad
We held and comforted each other
We were inseparable
Until that day

That day which everything we had ended
When everything we had
Was ripped out of our very souls

After that dreadful day I can’t help but notice
I can’t replace the ache in my heart
And I wonder if you have replaced yours

Hereditary

Ancestors leaving their home land in search of a better land
Each time they go they leave a part of their history and heritage behind
Eventually everyone will leave for a better place
Not caring about their own land
Their heritage will be lost for all eternity
--No one to know about them
--No religion
--No secret language
--Nothing saying they existed
Their monuments withered away by the sand and the wind
Fertile soil taken away by droughts
Family pictures broken and burnt
Lives forgotten
But no one knows
---no one cares

Betrayal

Your friend grabs your heart

Rips it out of your chest

And stabs you in the back with the cold silver blade of a knife

You feel so alone

So vulnerable

With no one to help you

You feel what it is like to be betrayed and left to die