Kyotama

Inept. That’s what you decide to call yourself after crumpling up another piece of paper and tossing it over your shoulder; dismissing it as another worthless idea. The paper hits the pile in your trash can and falls to the floor with a soft sound that you barely even notice. Your pen wavers over the blue lines in your notebook. You can’t form a coherent thought and that alone is driving you crazy. You grip the pen in your hand, wanting to blame the pen for your lack of skill. But you know well in the back of your mind that you have no skill. Or so says that taunting voice in the back your head. You bring your pen to your li

Feelings of anger and renstment build. Like a fool, I keep it consealed. Keeping it bottled, I swallow it down. I don't say a thing, I don't make a sound. You keep talking like I'm not hurting. You keep thinking I'm not annoyed. Keep believeing I'm okay. That's when it bleeds. It bleeds through though I try to hold it in. Finally it bleeds through my knuckles, running down my arm. The cracking sound of shattered glass grates at my nerves. I pick up the shards of crimson glass and crush them in my hand. My blood keeps dripping. My heart keeps beating. My fist keeps pounding my reflection in the fallen glass.

Color me bloody Color me red Color me that color I’ll always dread Let your words strike me Let your fists bruise me Let me fall crumpled in pain Hurt me till I can’t feel anymore Hit me till your arms are sore Lash out at me, and don’t take it back One day though, I might fight back Color me bloody Let me cry Let me die Let me boil on the inside Let my eyes well up Let the tears burn my face Let my anger build Color me red You’ve watch me fall apart at your hands Watch me as I fight back You’ve watched me bleed it all Watch as I strike back Watch me as I hold you life in my hands Watch as I s

You laughed when I asked you the question. But you really never answered. It was a simple question. But the anwser is ice cold. Could you pull the trigger? Could you kill someone? Could you do it without flinching? Without shedding a tear? But why? You would do it to save yourself. You would do it to save someone else. You would do it to stop someone from hurting you. I wouldn't. I would do it because I held that gun in my hands. I would do it because I felt the cool metal against my fingertips. I would do it because my hand is trembling against the trigger. I would do it because I like the crimson color. I would do it becaus

The frosty morning makes it seem chilly outside. The sun  is shining in the skies above. It shines but there is no warmth. Only light. The night before sent a dark chill over the fields. A white frost covers the once green hills. A rose bush sits alone, still green, and not a drop of frost touches it. A single rose, the color of blood, disrupts the green and white surroundings. The rose is covered in a single layer of ice, the smallest amount possible. Each petal is equally covered in the clear, frozen liquid. The sight is amazing. The sun’s rays bounce of the petals, making it shine and radiate with elegance. O watch in won