Flowers come in all different shapes and sizes -
kinda like the things that litter my dresser.
More specifically, the jewelery.
They could be bright and happy like the ones you'd give to a friend
who was sick in bed.
They could be dark and luscious like the ones for a lover
before proposing to be wed.
Or they could be dead...what? Just saying...
(they smell amazing when hung dry)
Their outer beauty holds strength, while the inside holds the part
that's the most vulnerable and soft.
So easily guarded.
But wait! that's not right! I mixed up my words.
The inside holds strength, which shows the true beauty
while the outside just lo
Just because Im outgoing,
Doesnt mean Im always loud.
Doesnt mean Im annoying.
And it doesnt mean Id do anything.
Just because Im outgoing,
Doesnt mean that Im a bitch.
Doesnt mean you have to like me.
And it doesnt mean I have to care.
Just because Im outgoing,
Doesnt mean I cant relax.
Doesnt mean I cant be serious.
And it doesnt mean you cant trust me.
Just because Im outgoing
Does it mean to always be happy?
Does it mean to never frown?
Does it mean to always wear a stupid smile?
To find the answer
Mr. sun,
please lather us with gorgeous stare.
smother me gentely like sweet honey -
a hue as vile as moonlight.
I need not say my longing to rise above the heavens -
to swim, chant, weep, frolic - for he,
a nectar of my deepest devoutness,
controls these. I am only infant of his shine.
a candor smile - this love blossoms forever.
There once was a child named Joy,
Who dreamt of the love from a boy.
She wished on a star,
And then from afar,
Came down the young soul of a toy.
To her house then journeyed the toy,
Who truely resembled a boy.
Now out from afar,
Right under that star,
Would shine unimaginable Joy.
My Prayer for the 21st Century by Ryous-lil-Hentai, literature
Literature
My Prayer for the 21st Century
Dear sweet world of dreams,
Oh how we have forsaken thee!
Destroyed the love of our countries,
So our hearts remain empty?
Dear illusion inside our mind,
In this light, we still become so blind.
Not knowing that we will never find
The peace that we have left behind.
Dear seventh sin of greed,
Why must we always feel the need
To gain control while others bleed
And celebrate that faithful deed?
Dear magically fantasy,
Why cant we just be free?
Of hate, of fear and misery?
Like the way it was supposed to be
Dear feeling of hate inside,
It is you in which that we confide.
Yet we still blame you for each o
In this time and day of age,
Finding joy is hardly fair.
With all the problems we seem to hold,
This "joy" is never there.
If you think of US history,
You will remember many fights.
The fights of war, land, and such,
And again, the inaliable rights.
Life is what most people have-
Just go and look around.
It's all around, but sometimes,
It ends 6 feet underground.
Liberty is your freedom-
The freedom someone drives.
We all enjoy this just because,
Our soldiers loose their lives.
Now happiness is different,
A bit unlike the other two.
In order to acheive happiness,
You need fulfillment due to you.
In this time and day of ag