Grass is blue, sky and ocean are green,
my eyes lie to me it's what science says,
my voice is harsh but soft and honest
these are words i cannot fully comprehend
my eyes burn with tears
i pierce the sould of my enemy with my stare
i am handsome but what use is beauty to me?
i am hungry for knowledge how can you eat this?
saws have teeth but they do not eat
nails have a head but no body
dark and light are light and dark mixed up by our crazy people today
i am stron but how do you define strength?
this is my life in a normal day
were nothing is what it seems were even my eyes lie to me
poetry is different it is an extra pair of eyes, mouth, nose and body as i never seen hem before
these do not lie, since they are created by me and by my will
they see the grass red with blood stains for the people that suffer
the sky is dark with the anger of the helpless
i see this world in a different hue
words do not lie in this made up place they speak what we can't say
they don't speak they show
they show fear and hate, they show happiness and tragedy
words sing in this imaginary place because they are not words they are images
images that when thinking hard about them make you curl up in a ball and cry until tears run dry
they make you hate like nothing before
for all the cruelty and malice of the world unchanged
you see the happiness and love in people
it shows that there is no light or dark there is just people
people and there greed
people that think words don't cut
that live lives of mediocricy because the world lies
people that stay quiet even when they want to cry
because this is what the world taught us
it taught us to lie
