look at all those
angels and demons
One SidedYou best bite your tongueOne Sided by paladinofthelantern
Because someone will tear it out
For the mere fact that you have it
MQ-1C…a silent morning is interruptedMQ-1C by JosefBloomfield
by the call of preying birds.
In the sky- thick clouds cover
a greedy golden eagle.
Black eyes are always watching
the movement of the hares.
A constant fear reigns
and with a swift dive…
Welcome to the Madness "We should build a giant teapot, and turn it into a house!~"Welcome to the Madness by EccentricPear
"That sounds marvellous Gabby!~"
"Gabby!! Are you mad?! We can't live in a giant teapot!"
"Mad? I don't remember being mad. Insane, yes, but never mad. Cheralea, do i seem mad?~"
"Not in the slightest my dear.~"
"That's odd, Kat seems to think i'm mad.~"
"Maybe she means mad as in crazy.~"
"Oh, that makes sense. Kat why didn't you tell me that's what you meant?~"
"Anyways, can't you just imagine our teapot house. All different colours, as strange as can be. Doesn't that sound lovely?~"
"A house all our own?"
"Of course! We make it, and it's ours!~"
"Maybe a teapot house isn't so bad."
"That it isn't.~"
"So we're building a teapot house?~"
"Yes Cheralea. A teapot house, all our own!~"
"So, we all agree?~"
"Then, Welcome to the Madness, please enjoy your stay.~"
Ignorance Is BlissHow I envy foolsIgnorance Is Bliss by Zed-of-Venice
Those born without the
Eyes to see the darkness; the
Ears to hear the lies; the
Skin to feel the chafing cold; the
Sense to realize:
There's darkness all around us,
Lecherous and black.
We lead a meaningless existence.
Bitter, I turn back.
How I envy fools
Living life, never knowing
The storm on the horizon;
Her clouds fill up the skies.
They do not see the warnings,
Nor hear the gentle "sigh"
Of the wind that's brewing.
They do not feel the rain.
Their never-knowing state
Is all that keeps them sane.
How I envy fools
They know nothing of pain
Will they ever find it,
The truth that I now know?
The sky is torn with violent light
The stormy gales blow.
The tempest is upon us,
But still their eyes are blind.
The lucky fools will never know
We are all