In my armor
In my skin
I feel a sting
As bone pierces the wind
To wince
To bleed
Through my armor
Is all I need
But cats
Aren’t sated
Licking wounds
That it created
It is a great gift to regret
And a terrible curse to forget
For so often do we forsake that which makes us sad
Only to keep the memories of what makes us mad
I tell you, We are so blind to not know where we bleed,
We are so stupid not to reap where we have sown the seed
For They are miseries that weigh more than any led,
They are remorses we know until we are dead
I tell you, We are such vain creatures to think anything unfair
We are such selfish creatures to think anyone should care
For They are thoughts that harm us more than any blade,
They are ghosts to haunt us and never fade
I ask that you forget who you think you are
I ask
Listen to another Say Nothing by WorryxOrxRue, literature
Literature
Listen to another Say Nothing
People, whether they know it or not, always hide
they are afraid of others finding their shame and pride
No one is truly "real" there is something that always makes them shy
I tell you now, there is something to which you always deny
But that is fine, that is sane
It is right for you to acknowledge what you feign
Lest you let your own soul burn
To try and forget what you secretly scorn
Just know that others have the same aim
To try and hide their shame
Truly, it is by what one laughs at, what one spurns
and how one says it in which another learns
Darkness is the absence of light
And no human does what is right
Not one does as he should
Not one is good
For truly their hearts are devious and dark
More of a banner to demons than a mark
But this is what they resent
So they try to do good, or at least attempt
All in vain, all for naught!
they do nothing as they ought
For unfortunately, what is right is so relative in the human term
they do not know, they know no more than a worm
To the Unrequited Love by WorryxOrxRue, literature
Literature
To the Unrequited Love
"If he only knew how I feel
He would see how I am real "
I see in her eyes what she meant to have said
And they are the words I dread
It does not sound how it may seem
But I must pray that she understand what I mean
For I know they are words she does rue:
"You are a lovely person, but I do not like you"
She says a desperate plea and wail followed by tears
As I am scorned by the eyes of our peers
Her heart is made lame
And I must then hide in shame
Yet, I refuse to admit myself wrong
For I know that she has been bleeding for far too long
And I tell you now, if you wait for scorn
You will never be able to walk past your forl
People often cry
In such a dreary twiligh'
Life is it's real name
For this, God, we oft' blame
in our age, all our youth
Think they know all truth
Until they find a girl who they call their "love"
Only to see the grave of
We live just to see those around us and ourselves die
Often thinking and meditating on why
Why must we go through such a grief
To find the reaper as our only relief
Now I am made to wonder
Why man goes on with this blunder
Is it to go through pain and strife...
That we go on with such a dreary life?
When Fred the Ghost was Shot by WorryxOrxRue, literature
Literature
When Fred the Ghost was Shot
Fred the Ghost walked down the sad road
In his quite usual melancholy and dreary mode
Until he saw his life flash before his eyes
When he was shot by a man who's lips began to rise
Of course, Fred was never tall, but now he looked too small
Almost as if he was trapped behind a glass wall
He tried to cry but saw not his tears make shape
He tried to scream but only saw his lips make the same ugly gape
He then began to feel around his body to find where he was hit
Alas, for his hands could not find it
But just then as he saw his murderer obtain a confused stare
Fred heard him say "What is that in the photo right there?"
An ever fleeting pain is thought
In it, memories of the past and future are brought
They come and pass only to let us realize and know
What it is we don't allow ourselves to show
So Many thoughts gone by
approaching our eye only to prove shy
What is it they hide from? Why do they run?
Why must the bad be done?
So unoften does thought ever come back
the ones we leave behind are clearly what we lack
afraid to confront the ghosts of what we dont remember
scared it will sear our souls to an ember
walk to the thought and make yourself wonder why
walk to the idea and let yourself burn as you come nigh
feel pity and remorse,
When Fred was mocked by a rock by WorryxOrxRue, literature
Literature
When Fred was mocked by a rock
Once there was a man named Fred
Who was not black, white, green nor red
For you see, his skin was as clear as a ghost
Why you ask? Because he was more of one than most
Often he roamed to the mansion where he lived while alive
Only to find that he was lost when he did arrive
So once, twice, then thrice and more he would go and leave a-gain
Until he would remember why he came to his disdain
On one of these walks back to his home he tripped on the spirit of a rock
then, looking at the rock, he got up before he felt the mock
In any case, he continued on his way to his shabby shack for the 31st last time
looking over his shoulder again
The Blood of Redemption by WorryxOrxRue, literature
Literature
The Blood of Redemption
I have a dream
To live and redeem
What I know in me resides
But I only find in hide
I know no other than myself
And I can see no great wealth
Not in soul, body, nor mind
Still day causes them to further unwind
This causes my blood to run cold
From the sins which I hold
Screaming in silence to decree
To those who can not see
How I am a blighted curse
How I return to be even worse
How there is nothing within
To which good feelings can find akin
So happiness is the life I deny
But my death is a lie
For in the distance, in the range
I do not know if I can change
But what is humanity though
Other than attempting to know
What
In my armor
In my skin
I feel a sting
As bone pierces the wind
To wince
To bleed
Through my armor
Is all I need
But cats
Aren’t sated
Licking wounds
That it created
It is a great gift to regret
And a terrible curse to forget
For so often do we forsake that which makes us sad
Only to keep the memories of what makes us mad
I tell you, We are so blind to not know where we bleed,
We are so stupid not to reap where we have sown the seed
For They are miseries that weigh more than any led,
They are remorses we know until we are dead
I tell you, We are such vain creatures to think anything unfair
We are such selfish creatures to think anyone should care
For They are thoughts that harm us more than any blade,
They are ghosts to haunt us and never fade
I ask that you forget who you think you are
I ask
Listen to another Say Nothing by WorryxOrxRue, literature
Literature
Listen to another Say Nothing
People, whether they know it or not, always hide
they are afraid of others finding their shame and pride
No one is truly "real" there is something that always makes them shy
I tell you now, there is something to which you always deny
But that is fine, that is sane
It is right for you to acknowledge what you feign
Lest you let your own soul burn
To try and forget what you secretly scorn
Just know that others have the same aim
To try and hide their shame
Truly, it is by what one laughs at, what one spurns
and how one says it in which another learns
Darkness is the absence of light
And no human does what is right
Not one does as he should
Not one is good
For truly their hearts are devious and dark
More of a banner to demons than a mark
But this is what they resent
So they try to do good, or at least attempt
All in vain, all for naught!
they do nothing as they ought
For unfortunately, what is right is so relative in the human term
they do not know, they know no more than a worm
To the Unrequited Love by WorryxOrxRue, literature
Literature
To the Unrequited Love
"If he only knew how I feel
He would see how I am real "
I see in her eyes what she meant to have said
And they are the words I dread
It does not sound how it may seem
But I must pray that she understand what I mean
For I know they are words she does rue:
"You are a lovely person, but I do not like you"
She says a desperate plea and wail followed by tears
As I am scorned by the eyes of our peers
Her heart is made lame
And I must then hide in shame
Yet, I refuse to admit myself wrong
For I know that she has been bleeding for far too long
And I tell you now, if you wait for scorn
You will never be able to walk past your forl
People often cry
In such a dreary twiligh'
Life is it's real name
For this, God, we oft' blame
in our age, all our youth
Think they know all truth
Until they find a girl who they call their "love"
Only to see the grave of
We live just to see those around us and ourselves die
Often thinking and meditating on why
Why must we go through such a grief
To find the reaper as our only relief
Now I am made to wonder
Why man goes on with this blunder
Is it to go through pain and strife...
That we go on with such a dreary life?
When Fred the Ghost was Shot by WorryxOrxRue, literature
Literature
When Fred the Ghost was Shot
Fred the Ghost walked down the sad road
In his quite usual melancholy and dreary mode
Until he saw his life flash before his eyes
When he was shot by a man who's lips began to rise
Of course, Fred was never tall, but now he looked too small
Almost as if he was trapped behind a glass wall
He tried to cry but saw not his tears make shape
He tried to scream but only saw his lips make the same ugly gape
He then began to feel around his body to find where he was hit
Alas, for his hands could not find it
But just then as he saw his murderer obtain a confused stare
Fred heard him say "What is that in the photo right there?"
An ever fleeting pain is thought
In it, memories of the past and future are brought
They come and pass only to let us realize and know
What it is we don't allow ourselves to show
So Many thoughts gone by
approaching our eye only to prove shy
What is it they hide from? Why do they run?
Why must the bad be done?
So unoften does thought ever come back
the ones we leave behind are clearly what we lack
afraid to confront the ghosts of what we dont remember
scared it will sear our souls to an ember
walk to the thought and make yourself wonder why
walk to the idea and let yourself burn as you come nigh
feel pity and remorse,
When Fred was mocked by a rock by WorryxOrxRue, literature
Literature
When Fred was mocked by a rock
Once there was a man named Fred
Who was not black, white, green nor red
For you see, his skin was as clear as a ghost
Why you ask? Because he was more of one than most
Often he roamed to the mansion where he lived while alive
Only to find that he was lost when he did arrive
So once, twice, then thrice and more he would go and leave a-gain
Until he would remember why he came to his disdain
On one of these walks back to his home he tripped on the spirit of a rock
then, looking at the rock, he got up before he felt the mock
In any case, he continued on his way to his shabby shack for the 31st last time
looking over his shoulder again
The Blood of Redemption by WorryxOrxRue, literature
Literature
The Blood of Redemption
I have a dream
To live and redeem
What I know in me resides
But I only find in hide
I know no other than myself
And I can see no great wealth
Not in soul, body, nor mind
Still day causes them to further unwind
This causes my blood to run cold
From the sins which I hold
Screaming in silence to decree
To those who can not see
How I am a blighted curse
How I return to be even worse
How there is nothing within
To which good feelings can find akin
So happiness is the life I deny
But my death is a lie
For in the distance, in the range
I do not know if I can change
But what is humanity though
Other than attempting to know
What
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