Bloody RoseI look into the Face of a rose; I know not what the reason- I just feel That I should know What secrets it has enclosed.Bloody Rose
I grip it firm
About the stem And peer into its swirling depths- I lose myself Within the curves It feels like a thousand deaths.
It’s scent is bitter, Complicated and sad;
It hints at unfulfilled desires- The scent hits my brain Like whiskey on a wound Spikes through my senses like fire.
The petals caress my lips Their tips brush against my lashes; I dip my fingers into its shadowy
JadedJadedJaded
This world is empty, and life is slow; like dancing underwater.
This world is overwhelming, and I suffocate slowly; like inhaling feathers.
This world is moving- but it's people are fake; An illusion, like a red teardrop.
This world is cold,
and lifeless and meaningless; Without purpose, without heart. This world is not mine and I await my time in the other world eagerly; For this world is empty, and cold and cruel; and I am jaded-
Too jaded to live.
And so I must die, a
I WonderI wonder what you look like when you are happy; Do your eyes light up? Or break into a smile?I Wonder
I wonder of your expression when you are sad; Do you cry? (with your head on your knees) Or do you smile? (wave the tears away with the breeze)
I wonder your expression
when you ponder a thought; When questioned, Do you tilt your head thoughtfully, with a furrow between your brows? Do you crack your knuckles absently? Or bite your lower lip?(unknowingly seductively)
I wonder your face in the throes of passion; With p
Porcelain DollsFirst may I suggest "porcelain dolls" colder, harder, more brittle, and much more rare than plastic. Plus "porcelain" flows more than "plastic." The other suggestions are merely for verb tense agreement and a couple of rhythmical suggestions.Porcelain Dolls
They call us porcelain dolls, Say we have no souls Cold as stone, they lable us.
But, do they know how difficult it is to hide the hurt? Do they know how hard it is to be porcelain?
Tears that freeze in lifeless eyes And warmth that is dying to be free.
Love that sleeps inside; Waking, crying like a baby wanting milk.
The Mad Hatter's Serenadeand then the hatter said, to the tree 'life is the colour you want to see. black or white or blue or red.' and then he stood upon his head. 'The world makes more sense upside down, so now, when I'm happy, I usually frown.'The Mad Hatter's Serenade
'I wear many hats, none of them are mine. I keep them to sell, so please get in line. Buy them for cheap, and take this mask for free! Use it to hide the faces you don't want anyone to see.
'tis a neverending tea party, this life, my friend! time is frozen still, and this will not end. not joy, nor sorrow, nor love, nor hate the most
