COLORS ARE WHAT we ALL SEE
Walking down a path that has two sides. Looking at a straight line down the middle, as I move in-between them both. Swinging… Left and right… left and right. Like a lonely swing set in the wind. Blowing around by myself, never keeping my feet planted in one place. I can’t change even if I tried, even if I wanted to. This statement digs deep into my skin, forming new never-ending thoughts in my brain that can only hold so much. Moving around like I did, is not the same as you think. Moving like I did, took more emotions and unwanted, overbearing solitude. My moving happened with in the grey matter between my ears. But this moving wasn’t easy like you’d think.
Triggers, like a fully loaded automatic machine gun. Set to strike at a moment of the most unfortunate time. A song that most see as sweet, I see as a knife stabbing in my ever moving, forever turning mind. A thousand years is a long time. So long in fact most can’t comprehend it. But love that will last that long is something I long for. Call it collateral damage, I call it a semi colon tattoo waiting to happen. Forever inked on the wrist of someone I didn’t know loved me. Inked in the hearts of those I’d fly away from. A simple melody linked to a few words and shrouded with simple in-love couple’s photos, doesn’t sound dangerous to you does it? But it almost pushed me away from mother nature. Flying up, up, and up into the great sunshine above our heads. But ask the wrong person and I would have been chained, stripped, beaten and dragged down to where it’s so hot your skin could melt. Placed in red hot shackles made to hold even the strongest down. And left there to rot away for forever. But in my fate as I could see it, there’s two reasons I could have been abandoned and tortured here. Because I couldn’t have taken another breath being who I was. A song so simple and sweet doesn’t seem so sweet anymore does it?
With joy in his eyes; Just the other day I seen a kid running around. Screaming and laughing, but I didn't hear a sound. I looked at him and the joy in his eyes. Then I looked up to my Father in the sky. And I wondered what this life is all about. Why it’s filled with pain, fear and doubt? Why can't I seem to win the battle that I own? But I look at me before and, oh how I have grown. I've still got these trials that I can no longer beat. But here I am everyday walking this street. I can't understand why these problems came to me. But I hope and pray that one day I'll be free. Because there are days when I can't hold on much longer. Is it true that if you don't cry, it'll make you stronger? I have only tried every day to win a little ground. But yesterday I seen a little boy with joy in his eyes running around.
I’d rather fuel a fantasy, then deal with this alone. Finding someone who’ll understand my pain, and fear is not possible. Like a tear down a cheek. I'm lying through my teeth. Running and avoiding the simple yet painful question asked to a teen like myself. The expectations were held in my court and I had to run with them. I followed their desires and wishes even though I was fueling a fantasy. This voice inside. Has been eating at me. Consuming my every thought, my every dream and my every wish. Bombarded with colors. All from a simple rainbow, but this rainbow has been let bleed all over what I want to avoid. No one can ever remove this mask I keep so tightly glued to my face. Its solid, stuck and strapped on. A stone wall of assurance that no one will know the inner workings of a brain so lost and tangled as mine. This fantasy is held tight between my mind and my mouth. A fantasy that this will all leave my mind. Like a pigeon scared away by the footsteps of an oncoming stranger. Flying away, out of my mind, my life, my world…. Going away like the colors of the wind that I’ll hide behind for the rest of my eternal life. Dealing with this alone is possible (I have done it before), but it’s not recommended. That possibility that this will go away is like singling out a water molecule from the ocean.
Years of my life seeing that I fit in to the stereotypes. But not understanding why. I’d sit alone in my car blast the beats of a song that filled my heart with hope. Over the years finally understanding that this is me, to “be me”. To fight the right-wing conservatives, but also blend in as one of them. The same hate that fills the world, is the same one that poisons holy water, and led to walk outs and sit ins.
All written in my blood. Giving my hopes and dreams on a piece of paper coated in my opinionated blood stains. Dripping with emotions and unanticipated hope. Words splashed on to the page to help relieve a little bit of my pain.
These Colors; These colors to me make up my substance, and because of these colors some people create distance. These colors hold hope, joy and peace, and for others they could care in the least. These colors are only 6 simple things, and people like me will wear it on a bracelet or ring. These colors like most, I hold dear to my heart. And to others they are only gross and tart. But these colors sure do mean a lot to me, because it’s my pride and king to be. I wear these colors on my wrist and move forward even with the risks. I love this life, and these colors too, from red, yellow, orange, green and blue. And purple is there to make it six, because united we stand, heart to heart, and wrist to wrist.
Colors; There once was a peacock who thought he was quite ugly. But in his little home he fit really snugly. In his home he'd hide all day. And wouldn't go out to run or play. Because he was covered in fear and doubt. And he believed he couldn't spread his feathers about. Then one day he took a stand! He went outside with feathers fanned. He showed the beautiful red, orange and yellow. To a green, blue and purple display. His feathers were bright, nothing mellow. He finally showed his true colors today. This young peacock has found his way! To a new and colorful day.
You’re damned if you do and you're damned if you don't. That is truly how the world goes around. Being pulled on way or another. So, you might as well just do whatever you want. Just follow your arrow, wherever it points. Life is so short so why fall in to someone else mold. Stand up tall, be strong and stay bold.
Walking down a path that has two sides. Looking at a straight line down the middle, as I move in-between them both. Swinging… Left and right… left and right. Like a lonely swing set in the wind. Blowing around by myself, never keeping my feet planted in one place. I can’t change even if I tried, even if I wanted to. This statement digs deep into my skin, forming new never-ending thoughts in my brain that can only hold so much. Moving around like I did, is not the same as you think. Moving like I did, took more emotions and unwanted, overbearing solitude. My moving happened with in the grey matter between my ears. But this moving wasn’t easy like you’d think.
Triggers, like a fully loaded automatic machine gun. Set to strike at a moment of the most unfortunate time. A song that most see as sweet, I see as a knife stabbing in my ever moving, forever turning mind. A thousand years is a long time. So long in fact most can’t comprehend it. But love that will last that long is something I long for. Call it collateral damage, I call it a semi colon tattoo waiting to happen. Forever inked on the wrist of someone I didn’t know loved me. Inked in the hearts of those I’d fly away from. A simple melody linked to a few words and shrouded with simple in-love couple’s photos, doesn’t sound dangerous to you does it? But it almost pushed me away from mother nature. Flying up, up, and up into the great sunshine above our heads. But ask the wrong person and I would have been chained, stripped, beaten and dragged down to where it’s so hot your skin could melt. Placed in red hot shackles made to hold even the strongest down. And left there to rot away for forever. But in my fate as I could see it, there’s two reasons I could have been abandoned and tortured here. Because I couldn’t have taken another breath being who I was. A song so simple and sweet doesn’t seem so sweet anymore does it?
With joy in his eyes; Just the other day I seen a kid running around. Screaming and laughing, but I didn't hear a sound. I looked at him and the joy in his eyes. Then I looked up to my Father in the sky. And I wondered what this life is all about. Why it’s filled with pain, fear and doubt? Why can't I seem to win the battle that I own? But I look at me before and, oh how I have grown. I've still got these trials that I can no longer beat. But here I am everyday walking this street. I can't understand why these problems came to me. But I hope and pray that one day I'll be free. Because there are days when I can't hold on much longer. Is it true that if you don't cry, it'll make you stronger? I have only tried every day to win a little ground. But yesterday I seen a little boy with joy in his eyes running around.
I’d rather fuel a fantasy, then deal with this alone. Finding someone who’ll understand my pain, and fear is not possible. Like a tear down a cheek. I'm lying through my teeth. Running and avoiding the simple yet painful question asked to a teen like myself. The expectations were held in my court and I had to run with them. I followed their desires and wishes even though I was fueling a fantasy. This voice inside. Has been eating at me. Consuming my every thought, my every dream and my every wish. Bombarded with colors. All from a simple rainbow, but this rainbow has been let bleed all over what I want to avoid. No one can ever remove this mask I keep so tightly glued to my face. Its solid, stuck and strapped on. A stone wall of assurance that no one will know the inner workings of a brain so lost and tangled as mine. This fantasy is held tight between my mind and my mouth. A fantasy that this will all leave my mind. Like a pigeon scared away by the footsteps of an oncoming stranger. Flying away, out of my mind, my life, my world…. Going away like the colors of the wind that I’ll hide behind for the rest of my eternal life. Dealing with this alone is possible (I have done it before), but it’s not recommended. That possibility that this will go away is like singling out a water molecule from the ocean.
Years of my life seeing that I fit in to the stereotypes. But not understanding why. I’d sit alone in my car blast the beats of a song that filled my heart with hope. Over the years finally understanding that this is me, to “be me”. To fight the right-wing conservatives, but also blend in as one of them. The same hate that fills the world, is the same one that poisons holy water, and led to walk outs and sit ins.
All written in my blood. Giving my hopes and dreams on a piece of paper coated in my opinionated blood stains. Dripping with emotions and unanticipated hope. Words splashed on to the page to help relieve a little bit of my pain.
These Colors; These colors to me make up my substance, and because of these colors some people create distance. These colors hold hope, joy and peace, and for others they could care in the least. These colors are only 6 simple things, and people like me will wear it on a bracelet or ring. These colors like most, I hold dear to my heart. And to others they are only gross and tart. But these colors sure do mean a lot to me, because it’s my pride and king to be. I wear these colors on my wrist and move forward even with the risks. I love this life, and these colors too, from red, yellow, orange, green and blue. And purple is there to make it six, because united we stand, heart to heart, and wrist to wrist.
Colors; There once was a peacock who thought he was quite ugly. But in his little home he fit really snugly. In his home he'd hide all day. And wouldn't go out to run or play. Because he was covered in fear and doubt. And he believed he couldn't spread his feathers about. Then one day he took a stand! He went outside with feathers fanned. He showed the beautiful red, orange and yellow. To a green, blue and purple display. His feathers were bright, nothing mellow. He finally showed his true colors today. This young peacock has found his way! To a new and colorful day.
You’re damned if you do and you're damned if you don't. That is truly how the world goes around. Being pulled on way or another. So, you might as well just do whatever you want. Just follow your arrow, wherever it points. Life is so short so why fall in to someone else mold. Stand up tall, be strong and stay bold.
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With Joy In His Eyes
Just the other day I seen a kid running around.
Screaming and laughing, but I didn't hear a sound.
I looked at him and the joy in his eyes.
Then I looked up to my Father in the sky.
And I wondered what this life is all about.
Why its filled with pain, fear and doubt?
Why can't I seem to win the battle that I own?
But I look at me before and, Oh how I have grown.
I've still got these trials that I can no longer beat.
But here I am everyday walking this street.
I can't understand why these problems came to me.
But I hope and pray that one day I'll be free.
Because there are days when I can't hold on much longer.
Is it true that if you don't cry, it'll make you stronger?
I have only tried everyday to win a little ground.
But yesterday I seen a little boy with joy in his eyes running around.
These Colors
These colors to me make up my substance,
and because of these colors some people create distance.
These colors hold hope, joy and peace,
and for others they could care in the least.
These colors are only 6 simple things,
and people like me will wear it on a bracelet or ring.
These colors like most, i hold dear to my heart,
and to others they are only gross and tart.
But these colors sure do mean a lot to me,
because its my pride and king to be.
I wear these colors on my wrist,
and move forward even with the risks.
I love this life, and these colors too,
from red, orange, green and blue.
And purple is there to make it six,
because united we stand, heart to heart,
and wrist to wrist.
COLORS
There once was a peacock who thought he was quite ugly.
But in his little home he fit really snugly.
In his home he'd hide all day.
And wouldn't go out to run or play.
Because he was covered in fear and doubt.
And he believed he couldn't spread his feathers about.
Then one day he took a stand!
He went outside with feathers fanned.
He showed the beautiful red, orange and yellow.
To a green, blue and purple display.
His feathers were bright, nothing mellow.
He finally showed his true colors today.
This young peacock has found his way!
To a new and colorful day.
Just the other day I seen a kid running around.
Screaming and laughing, but I didn't hear a sound.
I looked at him and the joy in his eyes.
Then I looked up to my Father in the sky.
And I wondered what this life is all about.
Why its filled with pain, fear and doubt?
Why can't I seem to win the battle that I own?
But I look at me before and, Oh how I have grown.
I've still got these trials that I can no longer beat.
But here I am everyday walking this street.
I can't understand why these problems came to me.
But I hope and pray that one day I'll be free.
Because there are days when I can't hold on much longer.
Is it true that if you don't cry, it'll make you stronger?
I have only tried everyday to win a little ground.
But yesterday I seen a little boy with joy in his eyes running around.
These Colors
These colors to me make up my substance,
and because of these colors some people create distance.
These colors hold hope, joy and peace,
and for others they could care in the least.
These colors are only 6 simple things,
and people like me will wear it on a bracelet or ring.
These colors like most, i hold dear to my heart,
and to others they are only gross and tart.
But these colors sure do mean a lot to me,
because its my pride and king to be.
I wear these colors on my wrist,
and move forward even with the risks.
I love this life, and these colors too,
from red, orange, green and blue.
And purple is there to make it six,
because united we stand, heart to heart,
and wrist to wrist.
COLORS
There once was a peacock who thought he was quite ugly.
But in his little home he fit really snugly.
In his home he'd hide all day.
And wouldn't go out to run or play.
Because he was covered in fear and doubt.
And he believed he couldn't spread his feathers about.
Then one day he took a stand!
He went outside with feathers fanned.
He showed the beautiful red, orange and yellow.
To a green, blue and purple display.
His feathers were bright, nothing mellow.
He finally showed his true colors today.
This young peacock has found his way!
To a new and colorful day.