What Life Is AboutOn the infamous words of my science teacher:"Life isn't about getting the answers, but about founding out how to get the answers."
ColorsColorsYou look around you, you look at your surroundings and see nothing but color. You begin to wonder, "What would the world be like if there were no colors." There are many answers to that question, but the one I use to answer it is a simple one when you think about it; "If the world was drained of color, everything would be black and gray. A boring, lifeless world that would be." I add. You look at me as if I were nuts, but I just smile at you and leave you staring blankly in the direction I left in.
ShadowsI advert your gaze, and you walk right past me, and you pay no mind to me. I think of insulting you, just to annoy you. But then my mind wonders else where as I put my chapped lips to the silver metal facet of the water fountain. My mind wanders all over the place, and I start to think; we are only shadows of our lives; we never truly are or will be. We are lives' shadows,and we live for the now, but the now can always be a tomorrow. And as I wipe my wet mouth on my sleeve, I think of how nice it would be if you and I had never met.
ScreamingScreamingYou scream a fake scream, but no one know's why you're screaming. I tell you to quit your screaming. I say you're only screaming because you want some attention, and I pity you for this. You say you want me to be the one that makes you quit your screaming. Instead of asking you why, I shake my head and walk off, leaving you to continue your fake screams. I think of what you really wanted, and it sends a shiver up my spine. The only thing you wanted was my body, and you wanted me to be the one that was screaming the real screams while you played with me as if I were a toy.
BleedingBleedingI'm bleeding for you,spilling my crimson liquid of life for you.I keep on spilling it for you,but you never seem to notice the puddle of blood I've created just for your enjoyment.You smirk at my pain,and I'm glad my blood shed and pain amuses you.But I just wish you knew why I was spilling,who I was spilling my blood for.I go to bed, dreaming of you,you're laughing at the puddle of blood I created, laughing at my pain.You smirk, and your smirk makes my blood run cold.I wake up with a start, and cry myself to sleep,for my crying is the only lullaby I have ever known.But in the morning I know that every thing is ok,since you never really paid any attention to me.And at first I hated that,but now I know.......That your unawareness of me is the best thing that could have ever of happened to me.
Just Another ThoughtThis is just another random thought but......If we unravel the threads of life, does that mean we're unraveling the threads of time, too? And if we unravel the threads of time, aren't we just unraveling the threads of life, our life?