Poll: ¿qué taaaaal?
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orange
2 40%
blue
2 40%
dark red
1 20%
magenta
0 0%
greeen
0 0%
Voters: 5.
#1
okay, so i have been very busy, sorry guys. 3 days. do not vote for your own

ICARUS


i've lasted the duration of my youth
in a doorless room
with one window;
staring at the sun that never set,
as little silhouettes
of eagles and seagulls fluttered past.

but never a man.

at first i was disenchanted that the magic
of flying was reserved for the birds.
but soon i realized,
science is for those who choose to believe it;
it's for prisoners thinking of flapping away
and sneaking under the horizon's crease,
only to look at gravity as a pit of spikes,
resigning themselves
to what others say.


but i'm a metaphysicist,
embarking on my own empiricism;
observing the earth and taking notes
that will never find the pages of a textbook.
but will be imprinted in the minds
of other wide-eyed children,
looking at the sun
from their doorless rooms,
when they see man
instead of fowl in their lonesome views.

that's why i've banged my head against this window
until it shattered through.
so i could soar past the youth,
and see it dawn on their faces
that we're meant to see so many other places.

I have no wings of wax,
I have no wings at all
but I'll jump despite it.
Because
once you surrender to the air,
you can ride it.


Little Trembling Boxes


I painted myself red today
and dusted off my lonely heart.
It started beating again today, that useless little heart.
The feeling of blood
pumping through my thirsty veins
was familiar, and refreshing
compared to the usual battery acid.
I painted myself red today
and ripped out my fragile heart.
The warm, reassuring pulse
rippled through my skin and swam up my arms,
permeating everything I touched.
I painted myself red today
and offered you my tender heart.
If you want,
you can tear it apart.
I wouldn’t mind, I’m sure it wouldn’t care.
It wouldn’t be anything that hasn’t happened before.


So let’s get carried away and destroy each others lives.
We’ll paint each other red.
Blood red,
with the blood on our hands.
I’ll shatter your soul
and you,
you can starve mine to death.
Yeah, let’s obliterate who we are, our very identities,
and we’ll have the time of our lives doing it.


eyes converse
around our fire
open, my heart is bare; unzipped
but warm within you
and you make the cool night air so, light
a midnight sun content will burn
as that cold chasm is relieved

warmth manifests the soul
in turn
manifests you
rejuvenates the broken; love, bones
a body once called home

petals pass through the wind
and kiss our breathing lips
they meet once more
and disperse



Oedipus Eyes


I have seen the beauty of this Earth,
And I have known that beauties worth.
With these eyes, I see the end,
And will show you in its wake
The greatest of all kingdoms, friend,
Before our world shall quake.

With these eyes, I have seen legions bow at my feet,
And I have seen the greatest of beasts, turned to meat.
But all I see now, is what has been left for me
To rule with this hand of lead.
I saw then the tragedy
The curse upon my head.

But all I see now, is the hand of fate,
And to destroy this life, is its mandate.
No longer will I watch this world,
Or gaze into the bright azure hue.
My lowly existence has come unfurled.
Its true meaning has come into view.

I have seen the beauty of this Earth
And I have met the fate of my birth.


"Crossing Fingers"

A one way ticket to home
Fighting my way through traffic
Where the smell of hot tar slowly rises
To meet my lips as we talk on the phone
The flash of headlights shine
Like the beautiful eyes that await me
Across the freeway
Telling me it's fine

Crossing fingers where the skin contrasts
To make the blandest plaid
Crossing fingers makes me believe
I can make this feeling last
The silver shades of the moon
Gleaming out of the somber black clouds
Keep up with these broken yellow lines
Playing tricks on my eyes as it becomes the night's noon

A strange warmness on my skin
The branching of Summer into Fall
The quietness that a change
Of seasons will rush in
A left turn, then a right
The things you will notice
As you are driving
At night.
#2
This needs votes.
Today I feel electric grey
I hope tomorrow, neon black
#3
who wrote orange? it's gorgeous.
There's only one thing we can do to thwart the plot of these albino shape-shifting lizard BITCHES!
#5
Oh, goodness.


A tie.
Today I feel electric grey
I hope tomorrow, neon black
#6
I didn't vote, but I liked orange the best. You can use that as the tiebreaker if you want.
#7
Are you sure you wanna do that?

Is that your final answer? Cause my knife sure is fond of blue....


Nah, it's cool. Just get this over with.
Today I feel electric grey
I hope tomorrow, neon black
#8
Quote by DigUpHerBones
who wrote orange? it's gorgeous.


raaaaaaa
There's only one thing we can do to thwart the plot of these albino shape-shifting lizard BITCHES!
#9
there's a beautiful sense of futility and defiance in orange that still instills a sense of hope and dreaming, while still knowing that all is futile, but will still fight on anyhow.
Quote by icaneatcatfood
On second thought, **** tuning forks. You best be carrying around a grand piano that was tuned by an Italian
#11
Quote by bassbeat77
I didn't vote, but I liked orange the best. You can use that as the tiebreaker if you want.


aight, then. i was gonna set up a tie-break poll or use my vote anyway.

thanks everyone & congrats to winners!