123, 456
Chaos and treason, picking up sticks.
A, B, CD then E
I'm counting Hexadecimally.
78910, 11 and 12
Come down from Heaven, lie back on the shelf.
F, G, HI then J
Stop your counting, and start to Play.
Dear Mother Earth
Oh Father Sky;
Please tell me this
Please tell me: Why?
Losing focus
Blurring lines;
Spiralling up
Among green vines.
You feel Darkness
I breathe Light;
We'll toss and turn
All through the night.
I Love the smell
That very loud Red;
It is to you
That it's been said
Hot and Bothered:
This I know;
I'll make you Scream!
I'll make you Moan!
Candor is
What I feel;
Laugh or Cry
(I'll make you Real).
As Above
Is so Below;
Upon whom
Do you bestow?
The haste you have
The grace you lack;
When this is done
We've filled the crack.
Among the Stars
Or on the Moon;
I love this place
A real-life cartoon.
I want you back, I really do.
I miss the days- the so many few.
I hate it here- this wretched town;
These dreary streets,
This scarred-in frown.
I'm oh so sorry,
I was very wrong.
And as much as I'd like- and had said- to move along,
I miss the days,
I want you back.
Unfulfilled emotions;
The life I lack,
I really do, want you back.
I stare at you, every day.
You rest upon my windowsill,
I'm to blame.
I realize, that it's one-track.
There can be no turning back.
I'm oh so sorry, I really am.
I just want you to know,
I love you, for who I am.
I want you back, I really do.
I miss the days- the so many few.
I love you so,
123, 456
Chaos and treason, picking up sticks.
A, B, CD then E
I'm counting Hexadecimally.
78910, 11 and 12
Come down from Heaven, lie back on the shelf.
F, G, HI then J
Stop your counting, and start to Play.
Dear Mother Earth
Oh Father Sky;
Please tell me this
Please tell me: Why?
Losing focus
Blurring lines;
Spiralling up
Among green vines.
You feel Darkness
I breathe Light;
We'll toss and turn
All through the night.
I Love the smell
That very loud Red;
It is to you
That it's been said
Hot and Bothered:
This I know;
I'll make you Scream!
I'll make you Moan!
Candor is
What I feel;
Laugh or Cry
(I'll make you Real).
As Above
Is so Below;
Upon whom
Do you bestow?
The haste you have
The grace you lack;
When this is done
We've filled the crack.
Among the Stars
Or on the Moon;
I love this place
A real-life cartoon.
Lyudi Invalidi-Disabled People by bjjowett, literature
Literature
Lyudi Invalidi-Disabled People
I stand alone in a sea of people.
Lust, Greed, Gluttony, Violence, Hatred, Sloth, Anger, Envy, Wrath, Whore, Rebel, Ostentation, Pretension, Material, Superficial, and Vanity are their names, and many more.
I walk through the path of people, and the ones who are there to exploit them.
They are mesmerised by their own, not giving a care about what is around them, doing what they please, wherever, and whenever they please.
I walk down the stairwell, crowded by these people, them not even passing me a glance, caught up in their own world.
These are the disabled people.
I open the door, and find myself in the street.
I accidently brush pas