TehRedBlur

Stop the world, please. I’d like to get off. It’s spinning so fast. I’d like it to stop. It’s hard to sleep with the sun in my eyes. It’s hard to mourn. I’m not someone who cries. But here I go.  Nice and slow. I don’t know…is this good for me? I’ve come out of the cave. Now I feel so small. The things people say don’t help me at all. I don’t have a map, and I don’t have a clue. Now that I’ve left the cave, I don’t know what to do. Why do people always tell me that I’m something great? One thing I know is I’m someone to hate. I don’t alway

I stood on a proud mountain peak Beneath a blue sky, cold and bleak— Beneath a blank sky, grim and bleak— Where nary a bird would take flight. I looked at the valley below, The valley now shrouded in snow, The valley where no man dared go, Except for a dragon to fight. Averting my gaze, I climbed down. I yearned for the safety of town Where dragons would never come down, Requiring heroes of might. A hamlet the valley did hide, Tucked into the old mountainside— A hamlet I would not abide For fear of its mis’rable sight. The hamlet had multiple races Who marched about with paper faces: A parade of blank paper faces W

The young woman stood on the mountain's far side. I knew this because the column of light split the summit, Signaling she had ascended to new heights of beauty. You see, there are those among us who are born beautiful: The radiant wildflowers who dazzle and delight. Their purity is in their innocence, their beauty of spirit and form. And then there are those among us who must become beautiful— The formless, corrupted worms who know grace and not poise. We rise from the depths in plumes of smoke With hearts of fire, but not eyes of gold. The wildflowers see us, but they are swept away. The ocean of eyes demands they must go. Too beauti

You, O high and mighty one, Must slay me with your noble sword. Cut my head.  Slit my throat. Sit upon my corpse and gloat. Tell me I’m wrong. Drown me in the flames of your soul. Recite to me your holy words. Make me out to be the fool. Whip me, beat me, bite me, scorn me, Bruise me, crush me, maul—deform me. You are the silver.  I am the dross. Hang me from a bloody cross; For you, O high and mighty one, Must slay me with your noble sword. Cut my head.  Slit my throat. Sit upon my corpse and gloat. Quote the verses forever more. Beat them into my numb head. Repeat them ‘til your throat is sore— Until I’m si

I am filled with hate, yet I do not despair, For I am likewise filled with love. I dwell on the love and in the love, That my hatred might be overcome by it. With my eyes I lust, and with my mind I hunger, Yet I do not despair; For greater is the beauty of love Than even the most beguiling woman. My evil hands are a pair of criminals, And my feet carry me on a path of destruction, Yet I do not despair; for my feet can learn to turn me about, And my hands can learn to create instead of destroy. My heart is a festering wound. My head is a fortress of apathy. My throat is an open grave. Even so, I do not despair. For my heart can be broken a

I tried.  I changed. I endured.  I rearranged. Now I am tired and scarred. My heart is torn and marred. Romance—what say I of it? Damn it to hell.  I quit. The first person to give me a pep talk has my permission to shut up, Because honestly, I don’t want a second opinion from a culture that’s this corrupt. We celebrate death and we forgot what marriage is even about, So why do we want it?  Forgive me if I have my doubts. You want me to continue.  That’s nice, but I don’t care. Stop infringing on my free will and stop asking me to grow out my hair. This isn’t personal, but all this “love” nons

We bleed sand from the cracks in our skin. We see pale white staining the black of our sin. We have holes where our emotions should have been. We look through mirrors who do not show us our twin. Then you open your eyes, and see that I Fall through and fill the cracks to try To keep you awake so you don’t die. Give me a reason to let you slip by. Our frail bones snap under demon’s bite. Our fortresses fall under devil’s spite. Smog and soot—oh, you should have seen the sight! I found a monster in your bed tonight. But you closed your eyes, forgetting that I Ran through the demon so you would not cry, Because every t

Wait!  Grab a pen And hold it to your ear. I have something to say. Okay. There’s something bigger than you, But keep your fire away from me! You can kill, but will you send me off to Plead your case before a Furious judge? Look inside your microscope and tell me what you see. Am I a billion trillion cells, or can I say I’m me? Don’t deny you have a sole.  Every man has two. It’s up to you to stand on them both and hit me with your best shot. I’ve got all the time in the world to fight with you, But something tells me you don’t really want to. You think the main objective is winning? I’m too busy s