Blue eyes are weeping by bluedragoneye, literature
Literature
Blue eyes are weeping
Blue eyes are weeping
Blue eyes are weeping
No longer do they seek true sight
Falling down slowly
Towards this fading light
Don’t cry for me, don’t lie to me
Just sprout wings and take flight
My Blue eyes are weeping
No longer do they see your unholy might
Crawling forwards and breaking apart
Dying on the inside
Growing Stronger on the out
Dancing with your memories
These Blue eyes weep tonight
Please grow your claws sharper and stand up and fight
Life is short, but heartaches are long
Push onwards on bended knees as you follow my song
Go ahead and Bleed out a sea of fiery red
Dead Blue eyes are weeping
Rise up now my arm
Who is Marilyn?
Beauty flows off her like water off a rainbow
Her smile breaks and shatters the gloominess of despair
Dogs bow down to her for she is the Queen of their food bowl
Rivers cease to run away when she is near
Big is bold, small is meek, she causes the sky to darken whenever she speaks
Wine is sweeter when she is about bees buzz and Dogs bark out
Men fear her wrath if they do not shower her with diamonds and pearls
Some call her a woman others call her a girl
Soft is her whisper when she has gotten you alone
Leaving you weak in the knees when she gives you a bone
Day breaks
The sound of day breaking, rings out shattering our frail minds
Driving us crazy for the taste of the inhuman believes that is man kind
We feel the burning sensation of the sun’s yellowing rays
Boiling our brains back to the stage of Primordial soup days
Leaving us feeling like our lives are fake and we’ve all of been duped
And here we stand gurgling sweet wine, with just a pinch of wild berry poop
Until we stumble around like brain starved zombies
Wailing out for our long dead mommies
Strangers come into our timeline, wedging their way into becoming friends
Only to toss their cookies and swim away again
Dinosaurs
Hey Why?
Hey Why did you break away, to become an island on your own?
Hey Why did you cry that day, are you not the rage before the storm?
Hey Why did you scream to the heavens, god is dead don't you know?
Hey Why did you laugh and sing, are you not aware that you are all alone?
Hey Why did you fall asleep, didn't you see that there are evil monsters out on the roam?
Hey Why did you fade away, stealing all my memories of you leaving me, leaving me, leaving me so far away from home?
A good Birthday to you by bluedragoneye, literature
Literature
A good Birthday to you
A Good Birthday to you
The white snow kisses her black eyelashes
Tickling it's way down her nose
Her cold eyes turn looking upwards
She like a goddess praying to the skies
The snow beneath her feet crunches like broken bones
Her body is surround by many
But inside she feels quiet alone
Her kisses are sticky, sweet like cotton candy
Her finger nails are painted rose red
At her feet her enemies now lay down dead
Upon her shoulder the sun rays dances
At her back lies a great wave of men
All slayed by the beauty of her wicked blood stain grin
Good Day Peter
Your walls are slowly falling away
Do floors leave you feeling grounded
The wicked skies catching fireflies
The dark seas washes away your sins
But yet it cannot wash away your memories of him
Black is the colour of your life
And the kiss of a long cooling night
Brushing its dead lips against your troubled mind
Splashes of orange poppies
Go popping in and out of your time line
The one that has drift away is you, not your friends
Life is like a rubber life raft
So now we think there's no need
For us to learn how to swim
Come fly with me Peter
Take my hand and believe
And we shall be in Neverland before this night breaks fr
I know you’re crying
I know you’re crying for here comes the rains falling from the skies
I know you’re dancing for here blows the winds dancing leaves around and around
I know you’re smiling for here is the sun shining upon my soul
I know you’re laughing for here come the waves roaring in like a lion
I know you’re crying for here comes the rains falling down over me
Blue eyes are weeping by bluedragoneye, literature
Literature
Blue eyes are weeping
Blue eyes are weeping
Blue eyes are weeping
No longer do they seek true sight
Falling down slowly
Towards this fading light
Don’t cry for me, don’t lie to me
Just sprout wings and take flight
My Blue eyes are weeping
No longer do they see your unholy might
Crawling forwards and breaking apart
Dying on the inside
Growing Stronger on the out
Dancing with your memories
These Blue eyes weep tonight
Please grow your claws sharper and stand up and fight
Life is short, but heartaches are long
Push onwards on bended knees as you follow my song
Go ahead and Bleed out a sea of fiery red
Dead Blue eyes are weeping
Rise up now my arm
Day breaks
The sound of day breaking, rings out shattering our frail minds
Driving us crazy for the taste of the inhuman believes that is man kind
We feel the burning sensation of the sun’s yellowing rays
Boiling our brains back to the stage of Primordial soup days
Leaving us feeling like our lives are fake and we’ve all of been duped
And here we stand gurgling sweet wine, with just a pinch of wild berry poop
Until we stumble around like brain starved zombies
Wailing out for our long dead mommies
Strangers come into our timeline, wedging their way into becoming friends
Only to toss their cookies and swim away again
Dinosaurs
Hey Why?
Hey Why did you break away, to become an island on your own?
Hey Why did you cry that day, are you not the rage before the storm?
Hey Why did you scream to the heavens, god is dead don't you know?
Hey Why did you laugh and sing, are you not aware that you are all alone?
Hey Why did you fall asleep, didn't you see that there are evil monsters out on the roam?
Hey Why did you fade away, stealing all my memories of you leaving me, leaving me, leaving me so far away from home?
THE ROOKIE
“Why drink coffee when whiskey will do” came Steve’s grumpy reply, when Deanna offered to make him a fresh pot of the morning kick starter, he called Black Joe. Deanna wrinkled up her nose, as she turn away from the small yellow and green Formica kitchen table that Steve was leaning upon, both hands tightly clutching his old coffee stain, the white one with 4 little puppies happy playing upon it, the cup was filled to the brim with Wild Turkey. How the hell can he even drink that gut rot so early in the morning was beyond her. Steve smelt like he hadn’t shower in a week, perhaps two even, for his old tan le
THE ROOKIE
“Why drink coffee when whiskey will do” came Steve’s grumpy reply, when Deanna offered to make him a fresh pot of the morning kick starter, he called Black Joe. Deanna wrinkled up her nose, as she turn away from the small yellow and green Formica kitchen table that Steve was leaning upon, both hands tightly clutching his old coffee stain, the white one with 4 little puppies happy playing upon it, the cup was filled to the brim with Wild Turkey. How the hell can he even drink that gut rot so early in the morning was beyond her. Steve smelt like he hadn’t shower in a week, perhaps two even, for his old tan le
The Purple Popcorn Princess's Birthday by bluedragoneye, literature
Literature
The Purple Popcorn Princess's Birthday
There was a small kingdom, in a faraway land surrounded by mountains and into the west a desert with vast sand.
The ruler of this small kingdom was a beautiful princess with long flowing purple hair, she had a thing for popcorn and was quite fair.
When the sun shine it did so on her with graces, for she had a sweet smile and a lovely face.
Every morning she would walk among her purple flowers that arrange in many of shades, she would then sit down to have sweet cakes with purple lemonade.
After tea she would ride off upon her steed, going towards the desert to meet her brother Steve.
There she would dance in the moon light to celebrate the da
where have you gone?
now your a memory, once you were a song
we use to talk long into the day
then you turn your back and just walk away
where have you gone?
what did I do? was it so very wrong?
we use to know when each other was down
now our lips are forever stich into a frown
where have you gone?
it's been so, so, so very long
my heart it breaks
when was it last we did speak?
where have you gone?
this pain is so huge like it's King Kong
I miss you and I wish I knew
do you really miss me too?
The Old Neighbourhood by bluedragoneye, literature
Literature
The Old Neighbourhood
the sounds of the old rusty porch swing, groaning out
sends a chills down the sidewalk spines, of the old neighbourhood
darken abandon houses, with broken tooth windows grins
are standing guard, holding the night at bay
as bony twisted trees fingers rake the black skies
soon a small wind blows in, racing down the street sending porch swings a swaying
their creaking and groaning, like ghosts when their moaning
while over head an old barn owl cries
death lingers near, but its now a place without fear
for by now everyone has died
laying down dead beneath the even skies
come meet me at the corner of yesterday and tomorrow
where past meets yet to be
as times of long ago, dances with times, we yet to see
come, come along with me
towards the new, away from the old
where birthing suckles, into dying's folds
come see our first breathe of air, as it dies into our last
come behold our beginning, until we witness our ending atlas
Blue skies dying turning into shades of grey
Water falling in showers of cold wet sprays
Grounds growing damper as sands becomes mud
Roads slippery while driving, making for a deadly and dangerous trip
Cold in the winter, warm and refreshing in the sun
One brings happiness, the other leaves us numb
Needed for things to grow
Hated when flood water may flow