Negative
Full of hate. Full of history.
Full of different oppinions and lies.
No solutions.
Recycled traditions passed down.
Mixed emotions. Color of skin. All this hate again.
Younger generations fighting for a cause only to find twisted laws. "Is that's right."
Death of leaders, the past, the present, and future. A soldiers plight to get back home safe and sound. Music blasting, bombs bursting in air. It's time for a change for all to see. So that we can unite and be free. To love whomever we please. And live as one Nation, under God, with Liberty, and Justice for all. Leaving all of the Negativity behind.
Hayed Needle
Longed, Pained, Suffered
This is the unsung strength, nayed!
Secondly, produce an insatiable breath, yay!
Locking ears with that personal intricate, bayed!
Alas! Drowned was their song, shall you sing?
Destined, Waited, Maimed
Laughter shall revel in the daily tested; for they need Be!
Poed, may you bear this symboled Rock; girding lines of snuffed Rain!
Satisfied, will you be when the Madded risen; lifting wained eyes—Forged!
Will the way I ordain such pathed written lore, cause such an uproar?
Denial will be of their lacked praise; Sullied, Foiled, will be their decry!
Arisen, was of the wasted sound, blurred they are; incubated tune,—Stringed!
Alas, discovered discoverer shimmered did this reflection Shine; O, how She shone!
Lasted, Fated, Waned
Founded was of the New, Tossed is their Renew!
A solemn tune is played, a praised is seen; amidst this vested sea, does the class beckon strife over right?
For the fooled trimmed hedged reveals only the skeletal marrowed taste, begging to dine;
As to have their stomached fear become what reflects their fooled leaved cut!
Must you be the idolized cause of common evils—Permeated!
Although I sustained the Ruffled toss, none will bear Her immense adorned scent,—Fermented!
She, like that sudden demand, gathered support among the lost in principle—Bested!
None will run, None will walk, None will crawl; O, we must Fall!
If you thought the best, formed, permed, will reject Her; you only encase the undying light in its home;—Dark!
You, wilded bunch, scowled few, arise from your tombs! Her tears halved our lives; Declare this awaited Prize!
Honoring past ventures, whose pain left us in a state of constant gain.—Sacked!
Her awaited sight is desperate for an eared scent; following that whispered Dane! O, that great Dane!
Barked they will, as their face leaves only a scowled breath; Madded, also, will they seem in front of many failed
Seeking the proned defense mechanism, Inferior is the Hayed!
Foes shall await Her feebled mold, vultured shrieks detesting such graved Tone.—Blazed!
Her molded chilled view, burning all of these failed crew; unto a sight where the deaf dance towards
Lingering of a burn cigared raze, lasting throughout this eternal fate!
Look!
Ahead?
DEATH!
Following Her massed few, do the accounts sing of such incanted purview; refracting such spirited tunes, blasting toward those Barked Crew!
I, stand on her edge, awaiting the Psyched Push; sweating the bled tear,—Neared End!
Aghast! Will be there toned feud, cutting, trimming, and seeking the Madded boned few!
Thus, She will stand and how she will grand, all those who have scoured for just a rung hear.
Silently clarifying upon loose ears, lacked is of there hear! Must, then, you see Her Here?
Nay! The few will arise again
Yay! Shall they cheer, that gained victor
Bayed! Her lasting cry, among such shored cores.
Biten Spite! Delight? I say, Fight!
Following there traveled blight, would they then taste this suffered strife?
Or, must they stubble their toed might against the thumbed!
Pressed, were they, now they only relay;
as the redded sea parted, masses enshrined its model.
Now, they seek underdeveloped senses contrasting Her gleaned Light!
O, how the raged mass have little in view;—Blinded!
So go along and plan, deceive, perceive, act;
For the gained fool now reaps of your failed sow.
Mustard was thine growth, from such, then, belittled!
No longer will worded doctrines, Restrain,
No longer shall act versed, Contain;
No! I acted, worded, alternated, all thoughts, mangled even bones, as to sigh, wondered hate—Sustain!
Alas! "Forward unto dawn," they will Be; Acting, Writing, Sparking new lawed rights;
Leaving the now; Wronged!
For He endowed time to be this predicted Life! He, then stood Aloud, by its tempered fuel!
Finally, the Needled Hay could transfer this Camel unto His ended Gaze;
Though, the fallen now have risen; Shouted, thus his endured Phrase!
Thereby, the risen have sought less and have become this ingrained wish,—Withered.
His Verse became Her Song! Her Sunged Voice, His Woven Soul!
Blue
Blue is the color of the ocean, strength exuding from its merciless crashing waves. Blue is the color of sickly sweet cotton candy, freshly spun and sticking in between gleeful children’s teeth. Blue is the color of tart blueberries picked by small, greedy hands in the sickening heat of summer. Blue is the color of the sky, looking over it all with steadfast ubiquity.