You. You are the worthless piece of life
The worthless skin, bone, and muscle
You are the small little smudge of my lipstick
Yet I take the time to care
Care for you, care for your problems
And everytime I leave unloved but still loving you
So how can it be that I still come back?
Something makes me think that the little smudge
Is still there, in presence wherever I go
I can feel it, no matter what I do
To get rid of that small little smudge
To get rid of you
You know my soft spot
I'm a slut, I'm a whore
That little smudge of lipstick changes my whole appearance
Yet I still tend to it
As if I can't leave it be, as it is
I have to change it
I have to change you
You are my small little smudge
A blemish in my life
All this for a small smudge of lipstick
Today brings the youth of tomorrow unneccessary stress
While we pray for our selfish tendencies
We suffer...unable to produce what we want
Because we have forgotten what we need
How can a society so confused
Know what they want and need?
Their leaders "guide" them
And the citizens buy
Buy themselves debt
Through corruption
Not only corrupting fellow men, but also themselves
Creating self-conscious, self-centered images
Of a leader almighty
While some wait for a grace
To bring them tender care
Others become the promise
In a masquerade
Only to become lost
Like the rest of us.
Alone in the world
She was on a search for something
She knew not what the search would lead to
Or what it began with
She was on a journey
Gliding through her imaginary world
The adults try to bring her down
Down from the highest cloud
"You've grown too old for such nonsense"
But she continued to dream
Until she decided to grow up a bit
A wolf helped her grow up
She almost loved him
But it wasn't love
She knew...she wasn't for him
He would never love her
Yet he continued to stay and teach her
She ate mushroom after mushroom
Constantly changing form
Crying, not knowing what to do
The wolf soon left, bored of her
And she was alone
All alone in her imaginary world
Closed to the world
Until a cat snuck in under the curtains
Unveiled her secrets
And taught her how to feel again
She was no longer alone
She was no longer unloved
She was to be forever beautiful
In his eyes.
Alice's naivity
Alice is so lost so lost
With no one looking
So lost so lost
With no one believing
She just wants your approval
And you want her trust
Her trust
The trust of the naive
Given so readily
Taken so hesitantly
The trust of this child
She's not ready for this
She never was
She's not ready for this
Delicate porcelain doll
In her hands she holds it
Times she wants to destroy it
But she can't kill it
The beauty
It's all she's ever wanted
It's what she's saved her life for
Naivity chewing her up
Spitting her out like tabacco
From her father's lips
She's to make herself useful
But she's not ready for this
No, she never was
She's not ready for this
Delicate, porcelain doll
Momma says it's time
Time for you to grow up
But Alice begins to cry
She just wants her tea cup
She just wants to play
No cares at all
She wanders the fields today
Wondering how she managed
Alice is all grown up
Doing everything for everyone
But herself
She's still just as naive
Lay her dreamfilled head down
Carefully play with her hair
Just don't break her heart
Just don't shatter her dreams
Then she'll never forgive you
No matter how naive she may be
I am a 21 year old male with the username Samason and I want to say ...
A dream?
Awoken in the middle of the night, My heart feels an awful fright.
Shadows moving in the silence, My eyes stricken with blindness.
Cannot not move from fear, Dare not shed a single tear.
Shaking as they encircle my soul, There eyes glowing like red hot coal.
What do these demons desire, To drag me into a pit of fire?
Perhaps just to enjoy a feast, They are raging beasts.
Reaching for my chest, I ask them with all my best.
‘What do you want?!’ One responded in a horrible haunt.
“The dancing heart of a dreaming child”
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