

ColorblindessWalking blindly Through shadows unending No color left toColorblindess
Paint my view
Fighting wildly Against hidden fires Black and white is All I see
Now I realize Nothing here Belongs to
Who I think I am
Secret hue Come to my eye Colorblindness Is destroying me
Cant find reality In this darkness I cant see a thing All I can do
Is listen To whispers And regrets And all I can do
Is feel this Anguish And hopeless Disparity.. But a


Exterior Panes of GlassSitting on the inside Looking out Watching as it consumes The very thing That made me realExterior Panes of Glass
Sitting on the inside Trapped within Staring at the downpour Of what I Can never feel
Exterior panes of glass Fading pictures that never last
Sitting on the inside Needing out I'm reaching for my heart But it slips away From my grasp
Sitting on the inside As the world turns I can never leave here It's so cold In this place
Exterior panes of glass Fading pictures that never last  


Sad DreamI saw the sky today... Doesn't look the same It's filled with tears unshedSad Dream
I walked a path today that seemed to go no place And we're all walking ahead
In this world We have lost what
made us whole If only I could
wake from this sad dream
I tried to sing today Just to be pushed away And silence filled my soul
I gave my heart today but no one cares anyway so I carry this great hole
In this life We have lost what
gave us peace If only I could wake from this sad dream


The Lamenting Silence: Part 1Bang. . . "Julia, my love? Julia, my life, where are you?" A silent cry before flesh meets earth. "Julia!" Golden locks float for a time, Frozen in a moment of intimate suffering... Frozen...feet cannot bear to move. A final cry in the dark for the lost. And then in the silence follows Rage. Church bells find a way into the mind of him, And in him he falls. The Cathedral's choir is weeping for him, His pain mends his scars. Upon the floor of the world he falls, And he slips away...The Lamenting Silence: Part 1
Occurrence
Anyway, thank you so, so much for looking at my stuff. You know I love you and you just brighten my day, dear, dear woman!
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And the only being not intellectual enough to talk to me is a slug, and maybe a snail or two.
So feel free.
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“Sometimes reality is stranger than fiction. Sometimes my head tops 'em all”
The important thing is that we find mediums that suit us, that get least in the way of us living up to our artistic potentials and expressing/sharing ourselves. Frankly, I think it's rather nifty that ours are somewhat reversed!
Sounds like you're well. I'm glad.
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We are, each of us, a synonym for all others.
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