Rew's emotion entry #5
beauty burns in a blazing congruent coma,
while ugliness sits in envy, putrid with lyphoma.
you cant be healthy without being sick first,
nor be hydrated before dieing of thirst.
when did people make these rules of idiocy,
probably to add fame or be gifted with publicity.
so you claim you are perfect, or completely in tuned.
but by following your rules, you cant be, until your cocconed.
(i made up words in this, but i only make up words if i feel they should be actual words)
Rew's emotion entry: #4
fear is the evolution of hate and disbelief,
that shines through the petals of the greenest flowers leaf.
a flower made of sacred feeling that only come from the ones who know,
that if you eliminate your hatred, youll shine and glow.
i myself come not near this beautiful feeling,
and everyone else does not either because of their souls own sealing.
tis not a holy, or heavenly essence,
just the greatest emotion existing put into a sentence.
Rew's emotion entry: #3
Can you see the violet sky, reflect on the snow,
or the lime green mushrooms that so vividly glow?
If you cannot ogle, understand, or see,
dont neglect its existence because its not reality
For some to say, they are not real, just because there not seen,
is like saying liquid mercury's hard, just because it is sheen.
Maybe they don't exist, or maybe you just can't see,
has your imagination come this, or have you lost it's key.
Rew's emotion entry: #2
Nothing is alright when death fills your mind,
and everyone's alone when nobody is kind,
so forgive all the hatred that you often so find.
Where now is the blood, that is drenched in whine,
and where are the secrets in trust that were once so fine,
no one else knows, but the ones who create. mine.
Can it be so that people are all just whores,
or maybe their self esteem's are only but lores,
its doesn't really matter, since all my pain. is simply. yours.
Rew's emotion entry: #1
All i hold now, is a cremated soul,
that's burnt into ashes, and black and dull.
All that i had, has been torn from my chest,
and all i will gain is nothing more than less.
not even tape can strap back the evidence,
from where my hope use to stay, and love was the residence.
Time has passed, and left me broken,
while love has vanished, and hate is my token.
humanity is over, there all the the hell spawning thieves
that rip each piece of hope slowly, and let them fly away in the breeze.