The grass is green
Jealousy is green
Greed is green
Money is green
Roses are red
Passion is red
Desire is red
Blood is red
Green and Red
One of the most innocent colors
They show two things
Peace and Passion
But the world is not like that
The Pride and Prejudice reigns
They twist every life, every color
Into a sick image
Green and Red
Lost its simplicity
Now having a new meaning
Blood-stained money
How can people look at themselves?
They have tied their souls with a green ribbon
They walk this earth with a red trail behind them
They have lost their souls
A ghost, an apparition
Is a soul who has not seen the light
A
If I Saw Things Through Your Eyes by Hoping-you-will-see, literature
Literature
If I Saw Things Through Your Eyes
If I saw things through your eyes
What would I see?
A world full of happiness
Or one filled with misery
If I saw things through your eyes
Would the world be any brighter?
Shining and Burning
Like a flame from a lighter
If I saw things through your eyes
Would the world be bleak and gray?
Falling and Failing
Like a pavement breaking away
If I saw things through your eyes
Would I find simplistic beauty?
Innocent and captivating
Like a mother doing her duty
If I saw things through your eyes
Would I find demonic distractions?
Evil and tempting
like those bright-lit attractions
Your eyes soft and caring
Those eyes I behold
Wha
Well, there is something I want to say.
Yes,mom.
Yes,dad.
I know it's just a phase.
I know its just hormones.
I know it is temporary.
But there is one thing I got right, one thing my friends got right.
The reason why I can't breathe at the very sight, at the very thought, and that the very sound of him.
The reason why my heart beats so fast, my checks become red, and my lungs don't seem to work. (Yes, I am well aware it is working. That's why I'm still alive)
The reason why my brain is a jumble, my mouth babbles, and my voice shakes.
The reason why my tummy feels like butterflies, my legs feel like jelly, and my arms like limp noodl
Where is it from? by Hoping-you-will-see, literature
Literature
Where is it from?
Where does love spring?
From all the land
Where does it sing?
Where is it found?
Love springs from the stem
Of every beautiful rose
Protecting the flower
From the harm of the world
Love blooms in the dreams
Of both young and old
Who hope for a stream
Of a brighter future to flow
Love is held behind the lock
That comes with a key
Trusting the right person
To set it free
Love blooms in a heart
Where patience strives
Love blooms in a heart
Where it was meant to thrive
The voice I hear in my mind
Is of a person I am yet to find
Who guides me day and night
Who cures my fears and help me fight
The voice I hear in my heart
Makes me see the light instead of dark
Gives the courage that surged through my veins
For that it helps me face eternal pain
The voices that I see
Gives me the reason to be free
Like the spirits of the air that frolic by
Their new world makes me sigh
Of all the voices and fears
That are both far and near
They let you see what you can't
They show you what is very frank
The voices will guide you by and by
They see your desires, you cannot lie
Don't resist what they tell you
Born with an iron hand
There was a notorious band
With an iron will, those plan was just to kill.
They ran from age
They ran from death
They ran til' they had no breath
but when death came, he killed them slowly day by day
Just by luck one lived to see the day
That their life's light finally went away
The survivor was old and grey
Without one last word he went away
To live a new life under a new name
So no one knew from where he came
Soon enough his life withered away
He died with one thing on his mind
How on earth will heaven find
A man covered with sins
The last word that came out of his mouth
It made his friends cry and
The grass is green
Jealousy is green
Greed is green
Money is green
Roses are red
Passion is red
Desire is red
Blood is red
Green and Red
One of the most innocent colors
They show two things
Peace and Passion
But the world is not like that
The Pride and Prejudice reigns
They twist every life, every color
Into a sick image
Green and Red
Lost its simplicity
Now having a new meaning
Blood-stained money
How can people look at themselves?
They have tied their souls with a green ribbon
They walk this earth with a red trail behind them
They have lost their souls
A ghost, an apparition
Is a soul who has not seen the light
A
If I Saw Things Through Your Eyes by Hoping-you-will-see, literature
Literature
If I Saw Things Through Your Eyes
If I saw things through your eyes
What would I see?
A world full of happiness
Or one filled with misery
If I saw things through your eyes
Would the world be any brighter?
Shining and Burning
Like a flame from a lighter
If I saw things through your eyes
Would the world be bleak and gray?
Falling and Failing
Like a pavement breaking away
If I saw things through your eyes
Would I find simplistic beauty?
Innocent and captivating
Like a mother doing her duty
If I saw things through your eyes
Would I find demonic distractions?
Evil and tempting
like those bright-lit attractions
Your eyes soft and caring
Those eyes I behold
Wha
Well, there is something I want to say.
Yes,mom.
Yes,dad.
I know it's just a phase.
I know its just hormones.
I know it is temporary.
But there is one thing I got right, one thing my friends got right.
The reason why I can't breathe at the very sight, at the very thought, and that the very sound of him.
The reason why my heart beats so fast, my checks become red, and my lungs don't seem to work. (Yes, I am well aware it is working. That's why I'm still alive)
The reason why my brain is a jumble, my mouth babbles, and my voice shakes.
The reason why my tummy feels like butterflies, my legs feel like jelly, and my arms like limp noodl
Where is it from? by Hoping-you-will-see, literature
Literature
Where is it from?
Where does love spring?
From all the land
Where does it sing?
Where is it found?
Love springs from the stem
Of every beautiful rose
Protecting the flower
From the harm of the world
Love blooms in the dreams
Of both young and old
Who hope for a stream
Of a brighter future to flow
Love is held behind the lock
That comes with a key
Trusting the right person
To set it free
Love blooms in a heart
Where patience strives
Love blooms in a heart
Where it was meant to thrive
The voice I hear in my mind
Is of a person I am yet to find
Who guides me day and night
Who cures my fears and help me fight
The voice I hear in my heart
Makes me see the light instead of dark
Gives the courage that surged through my veins
For that it helps me face eternal pain
The voices that I see
Gives me the reason to be free
Like the spirits of the air that frolic by
Their new world makes me sigh
Of all the voices and fears
That are both far and near
They let you see what you can't
They show you what is very frank
The voices will guide you by and by
They see your desires, you cannot lie
Don't resist what they tell you
Born with an iron hand
There was a notorious band
With an iron will, those plan was just to kill.
They ran from age
They ran from death
They ran til' they had no breath
but when death came, he killed them slowly day by day
Just by luck one lived to see the day
That their life's light finally went away
The survivor was old and grey
Without one last word he went away
To live a new life under a new name
So no one knew from where he came
Soon enough his life withered away
He died with one thing on his mind
How on earth will heaven find
A man covered with sins
The last word that came out of his mouth
It made his friends cry and
I'm a writer. I can draw passably, but writing is my passion. I love to read stories, poems, essays and I like to give my honest opinion. I am supportive so if you need encouragement I will give some to you
Couldn't someone make cupid's story be more realistic?
Not that it is bad, or anything but think about it for a moment...
He shots an arrow into your heart then you fall in love. Awww, how sweet!!
For a moment there I thought that it could be like symbolism. The arrow would either pierce your heart then it would BLEED emotions and pouring passion.
But don't you also get hurt?
Some people who all in love on Valentines have a tendency to fall apart? You can't call that TRUE love. I don't even think it was even close to love. That would be closer to infatuation. Or what society calls it. Crush (definition: They crush your heart... hehehe, n
I've seen the sun
I've seen the moon
I breathed this air
My time is soon
I lived my life
I've seen its wonders
I thanked my God
Even during blunders
Kiss me sweet
I'm good away
Towards the sky
Following God's way
Clicked on random deviant and it sent me to you! Just passing by and flipping through other deviant's work, looking for inspiration. I write primarily non-melodramatic free verse poetry, something that I hope even people who aren't lit fanatics can enjoy. Just in case you're interested