My Dream

MY DREAM

Imagine a day with a purple sky,

Red grass and no more flies

On this day sloths and slugs will race,

And the moon won't have a face

The clocks will stop telling time

And nothing will rhyme

We will find Bigfoot

And remember where everything was put.

Mermaids will be real

And nobody would steal

But most of all nobody will hate other people.

We will all again be equal.

Crayola

CRAYOLA

I want to be a crayola marker!

and it does not matter what color!

I would be washable since that's what people prefer!

I want to be a crayola marker,

so children can color their dreams,

and being bio-friendly is such a cool theme.

I want to be a crayola marker

since rose art is way too wack.

Crayola is just too classical and that's a well know fact.

I want to be a crayola marker.

Non-toxic is the best way to be.

Any colorful accidents is just too serious for me.

I want to be a crayola marker,

since that's who makes my pictures sharper!

So my life I sent so much darker!

Call Me

CALL ME

Call me strange, that may be true; but

I'll never be as strange as you.

Call me short, that's okay; but

I see people eye to eye and

have no reason to look down on them.

Call me loud, I'll accept that; because

at least somebody will hear what I have to say.

Call me greedy, not really; I'd just rather have it

and not need it, than need it and not have it.

Call me sarcastic, it's my weakness; but

It's not always sarcasm, it's usually true.

Call me trouble, I was; but

that's not who I really am any more.

Call me selfish, I am;

I just don't like to gamble a game I've already lost.

Call me __________. I am she and

that's my name and I love her.

Who

Who

Who can I hate?

Who can I blame?

When I stepped inside

the deep red flame.

I took the chances

I wanted this name.

I wanted to be

the one to take

over this game.

But that was a mission fail

because nobody knew who

in the Hell

I was for real.

Not even me.

I got so used to wearing so many

of these masks that

not even I can tell

who I am.

But that all can change

even though I lost everything

doesn't mean I lost

my self-esteem.

So it's my job

now to figure out

who is Beam?

Manipulating

Manipulating

Manipulating it's like

an addiction

can't be cured

but can be controlled.

And even when we

don't mean it

it brings us back

into our blackholes.

Manipulating I swear it

takes control and when

it does it's like

our brains are

on hold.

Manipulating it can kill the

soul because you

can say or do the

wrong thing to

people and later

it burns like coal.

Manipulating point blank

is very old and it

will come back to

haunt you, just little

do you know.

Again

Again

If you wake up having a bad day

and the hurting is so great

and you don't want to get up to face

the world you hate.

If your life right now seems horrible

and nothing you do seems okay

Just try harder and one day you'll find

the right place.

If everybody you cross has bought again and

again back down and filled you with pain

you must strive for greatness

to show them that you gained

a life of experience.

Because everyone feels sadness

and everyone feels pain

But those with the willing

to accomplish will win again and again and again

over the long lasting pain.

White Shadow

White Shadow

I am a clear shadow,

a shadow that's white.

You could see me in the dark,

but never see me in the light.

I am a clear shadow,

you could see right through me,

never know when I'm coming,

never know where I'll be.

I am a clear shadow

that could be spotted in glass.

Also in a picture,

only if I walk past.

I am a clear shadow.

I don't fear no one.

My powers are strong.

[More] powerful than the sun.

I am a clear shadow,

the clearest of them all,

the one you saw in the corner,

the one that possessed your doll.

I am the white shadow.