kassiebear017

Crows feet mark my eyes so I might as well sing you a melody. Watch words curl off my tongue and take flight into midair and make something of myself. I've bore delicate bones so be fragile when you hold onto me,your skinny bird. Feathers whisp and flutter from my blonde hair. I spread my arms and you took me in. Porcelain skin clothes me and the wind decorates me with fallen leaves. Natural blushy cheeks and pink lips brings color into my lifeless body. You've brought color into my life and molded me into something beautiful. A lovely bird, I sit at the window. Thanking you with a song and a peck on the lips. And watched me as I left...my fa

I believe I'm living in a blue spherical world. English teacher over analyzes and thinks I'm melancholy.  But my science lecturer says blue is the absence of what we claim is blue. In that logic, I'm not showing any signs of depression. Art instructor claims I'm cold hearted and have no other means of expressing my emotions besides scribbling away in Crayola blues. But doesn't blue represent anything other than sadness? What is it? Where can it be found? Is it not hiding behind 50 white stars on a striped flag, can't it be nationalism? Is it not allowed to paint our skies are greet our sandy shores, can't it be freedom? Is it not the despera

Angels cried showers of mournful rain. But it washed sinful deeds of the streets. Bitter tears cleansed my spirituality. Again I am baptized as a new being.

We live in a world based off of deliverance and appearance. Take a step back to when it was innocence and balance. Only when we compare ourselves do we want more. What we need deep down is what we'll seek in our core. Find peace and prosperity while breath fills your lungs. Bless the earth with love in terms of speaking with tongues.

Every freckle upon his skin is itself an entire universe hat only I could look past. Wild red hair shoots from his precious crown, a lyrical genius at work, words slip off his tongue and burrow into my thoughts. His ever so changing blue eyes turn green in spring like the leaves in fall and come back to its natural hue. He and I are both mutations built on beauty. A redhead with the color spectrum as eyes and a simply blue color wheeled eyed blonde girl living in a blunt world of plain black and white soulless silhouettes.

Live your life in a cold cell block. Or rather roam free on our sphere. You choose to either stand behind bars or to make love not war. You choose that. You choose whether or not to get revenge or some sort of sick appeasement out of your wrong doings. So if you can't do the time, simply resist the crime.