Is it not a beautiful thing to see the world in different colors?
For I saw the world in opposite hues
and inside,
internally tortured by my own views.
Blue where there was pink,
and pink where there was blue.
So I spoke out and was oppressed,
and outwardly,
they tormented me because of how I dress
Blue where there was pink
and pink where there was blue.
Now, In my eye, there is no beauty to be seen in its beholder.
I see a world,
in shades of grey.
Sadness when I think,
and darkness in every hue,
Somewhere inside I see,
the eternal vision,
of a world of color, one, I hope to see some day.
Is it not a beautiful thing to see the world in different colors?
For I saw the world in opposite hues
and inside,
internally tortured by my own views.
Blue where there was pink,
and pink where there was blue.
So I spoke out and was oppressed,
and outwardly,
they tormented me because of how I dress
Blue where there was pink
and pink where there was blue.
Now, In my eye, there is no beauty to be seen in its beholder.
I see a world,
in shades of grey.
Sadness when I think,
and darkness in every hue,
Somewhere inside I see,
the eternal vision,
of a world of color, one, I hope to see some day.
Favourite genre of music: New Age/Alternative/Rock/Metal Favourite style of art: Surrealism, photo manipulation, line art, sketching... Operating System: Windows XP and Mac OSX- both have thier advantages... MP3 player of choice: iPod 5G (video 30GB)...rock on woo!
Favourite Visual Artist
Salvador Dali (generic choice, but still)
Favourite Games
Halo 1 single player, Halo 2 multiplayer and Battlezone 2...
I'm waiting still.
not sure what for.
A pilgrimage perhaps but not of the Christian sort.
Hiding the past, so I can look to the future.
Hiding myself, no longer.
Last six years I've been in limbo, three more weeks and maybe it will end, maybe not.
Do I neglect past friends?
Do I move on and start fresh being myself?
Will they respect me for who I am?
A year of lies,
a year of 'playing the game'
or has it been 18yrs of playing the game?
... I've been so stupid, Im even Stupider now.
The words come to late.
I wanted a song for comfort,
it never came.
I broke down, I cried.
The song comes now, but too late;
"Step one, you said 'we need to talk'...
but He'll walk away, you'll say sit down it's just a talk...
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend,
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along.
And pray to God he hears you
And I pray to God he hears you.
W