Originally Posted by PaperHurricanesAndPlanes (Post 347758) People aren't going to get that, and won't analyze that deep, except in a Lit class, maybe. Making it worthless.

Originally Posted by PaperHurricanesAndPlanes (Post 347758) People aren't going to get that, and won't analyze that deep, except in a Lit class, maybe. Making it worthless.

Originally Posted by ZeppelinAir (Post 348003) its well done, but it just have the impact that some of your others had

Originally Posted by PaperHurricanesAndPlanes (Post 347758) Making it worthless.

Originally Posted by PaperHurricanesAndPlanes (Post 348205) Lol. I guess worthless was a little far. I still didn't like it though. But you know I got nothing but respect for you, man. And Snickers still went off the handle like a child.

You

I am ashamed.
I will speak to you,
But only from the comfort of darkness.
Do not strain your eyes,
To see my face.
With this coarse voice,
I will attempt to explain.

I regard you with wonder,
And better still with awe.
You are a miracle.
And I am undeserving.
Please forgive me,
Though I wouldn't do the same.
My hypocrisy is crippling.

I am a man who is whole.
Without the sum of his conscience.
I am a liar.
And you exist as my only truth.
My honesty in the form of,
A breathtaking figure of grace.
Yet I sit here... in a place devoid of light.

To avoid your gaze.

And when I emerge from these shadows with my torn face.
I know you will be there with the healing touch.
And I will weep in silence and without regard to time.
From my hands onto your cheeks.
My tears, succumbing to gravity.
My love finally resting,
A solemn corpse buried in you.

The Flying Boy

I remember him standing
in front of the mirror smiling.
He wore his underwear,
my rain boots, a white t-shirt,
and a sheet that wrapped
around his neck that said his name.
My little brother, yes
my skinny little brother Robby.
Wanted to be a hero,
a superhero, he wanted to save me.


It's funny, the day was beautiful unlike dramatic tragedy.
Wearing his cape and riding next to me.
The wind blowing blond hair into his eyes,
Our bicycles with little playing cards,
Tickling the spokes playfully.
"Brother", he cried to me,
"Watch how fast I can go, watch me fly!"
And so he pedaled faster and faster,
I was watching Robby fly.
Time stopped then and dreams turned to nightmares.
I wanted to save him.


Well his eyes rolled back,
And he tumbled down the street,
Grabbing his chest, he can't feel his feet.
He chokes and sputters and I start screaming,
"Mother, mother, mother!"
His skin turns blue when we get him inside,
His lips are purple and his eyes are white.
Sirens and stretchers come to the scene,
Paramedics running past our tree house,
Running past old toys and wooden swings.
I see a sad man shaking his head,
My mom starts crying and my brother,
Looks sadly at me as his breathing slows...

Laying across him, I feel the last beats of his heart.
He smiles softly and his voice angelic,
Like feathers meeting flowers in beautiful design,
"Brother, please don't cry, didn't you see me fly?"

But little did he know, little did we know, That it wasn't me, who was going to need the saving.

Beautiful in White

The snow is the blood of the sky,
It is white, it is what we are told.
What is dear to us?
Who are we to hold,
Us being so huddled and cold.

And while the sky bleeds crystalline,
We are oft searching for we.
And never shall we find each other,
In the blizzard of whirling gems,
The beautiful product of the cruel sky.

Yet we have found each other despite the storm.

My request through shivers,
Is simple for my tongue is stiff.
Let us share one last kiss,
Let your lips freeze to my lips.
And open your eyes for one last glimpse.

Hold me here in this cold cocaine.
Hold me here in this freezing rain.
The cold has numbed us, feel no pain.

Hold me here while we're dying dear.
Hold me here and shed not your frozen tear.
Hold me here, keep me eternally near.

I always said you looked beautiful in white.

Originally Posted by Crowe (Post 401516) And now for something completely different. Beautiful in White The snow is the blood of the sky, It is white, it is what we are told. What is dear to us? Who are we to hold, Us being so huddled and cold. And while the sky bleeds crystalline, We are oft searching for we. And never shall we find each other, In the blizzard of whirling gems, The beautiful product of the cruel sky. Yet we have found each other despite the storm. My request through shivers, Is simple for my tongue is stiff. Let us share one last kiss, Let your lips freeze to my lips. And open your eyes for one last glimpse. Hold me here in this cold cocaine. Hold me here in this freezing rain. The cold has numbed us, feel no pain. Hold me here while we're dying dear. Hold me here and shed not your frozen tear. Hold me here, keep me eternally near. I always said you looked beautiful in white. R. Crowe

Rainbow City


The sun is shining on Rainbow City,
All the colored people come out of their house and smile,
Yes everything is swell in Rainbow City,
This happiness will last for a little while.

The clouds descend on Rainbow City,
All the Rainbow people come out and stare,
Something is rotten in Rainbow City,
Oh yes these people are in for a little scare.

The lightning flashes on Rainbow City,
All the pretty people are running all about.
Tensions rise in Rainbow City,
It is then that these people begin to shout.

Mr. Green doesn't like being called a gambler,
Mrs. Red doesn't like being called a whore.
Mr. Yellow is tired of his color.
Mrs. Gray she just can't take it anymore.

Mrs. Purple doesn't like looking like a dinosaur,
Mr. Crimson swears he isn't mean,
The Orange children really can't stand vitamin C,
And Mrs. Off-White just wants to look clean.

Something happened to Rainbow City,
All the happy people just disappeared!
Oh what a town was Rainbow City,
But even imaginary people live with tears.