Allsorts

A drop of water
Is breaking
Oh, what a hater
Oh, my world is blurred
An exploration of the man’s life
Is unheard.

A dive in a deep
The sound gives me the creeps
I hit the wall
Why does my soul crawl?
The horror was heavily used
To devastate me
A sea of red
A lovely sunset
Of humanity

A burst
Had a thirst
To engulf humanity
It’s God’s creation
A dark light came in a coffin
The ghost of reality and a dark void was laughing and also crying

It’s psychological fear.

Crystals break,

But all is fake.

It is felt by all,

Watch as it falls.

It is not false,

Fear crawls.

The ghost was a man
before creation
After the universe ends, the ghost turns in sand
‘Great devastation!’
Hope is wiped
Swords of death are swiped
The human was real or not
I don’t know but I cried.

You can’t stare at it for too long.
The blinding beauty of jewels,
Yet it’s just a facade to hide the true horror

The greed of the men who want gold
Craving for endless pieces
Yet gold has small value

Why would you want that?
If you could have something fresher and truer

The apples glistening in the morning sun,
Shining like rubies

The azure blue lakes spilling enchanted water,
Clear as crystal

Don’t go yearning for what you can’t have.

I held my mother’s hand so tight,
And walked into the city light.
But then I stopped and had to stare,
At someone sitting lonely there.

She looked like me, with eyes so wide,
But had no door to go inside.
No shoes to wear, no toys to play,
Just watching people walk away.

I asked my mom, “Why is she cold?
Where is the home that she should hold?”
It felt so strange, it felt so wrong,
That some kids do not have a home.

I pulled a mitten from my hand,
The only thing that I had planned.
I gave it with a little smile,
And watched her happy for awhile.

A voice so soft and loud
It brought tears
There is no cloud
A man with no body
Is respectful.

A pain came
Against the lonesome lane
Of human sins
And an arrow pierced through a diamond
The diamond was covered with blood of judgment and purity
It fades, it’s not electricity
Universe was white
And black
Here stars collide
It lacks
Fight
A year came and passed
Oh at last
The man was a criminal and first
He got restlessness of mind
He had crime’s thirst
He wasn’t kind
He is cursed
When a thunderbolt hits
It took his life
He was happy and a curling bliss
It was heaven and he had a fight
With justice

A grave
Filled with tears.
It can’t be saved;
In the loop, you have fears.
A ghost continues dying,
A world which carries death,
A whip flying—
The whip is very painful, and it’s not late.