Lies-Truths-Unknowns

There are days where there is no color, no music, and no joy. There are days where neon lights blind you, music rocks your body, and your smiling so wide your cheeks hurt. Then there are the days where the colors blend, the music lulls, and your at peace.

Broken hearts

Spoken Words

Screaming yells

The silence tells

Where all else fails

Your eyes wails

My throat is tight

Body shaking in fright

But I don't move

I have something to prove

So through the day

I make my way

Down the path I paved

With naught but a back hand waved

For

Broken hearts

Is just the starts

And

Spoken Words

Are like singing Birds

Always heard

Yet never Listened too

So here are a little

From Me to You.

Silence rings through the air, a soft breeze blowing across a soft featured face. His eyes closed, his lashes casting shadows down his cheeks. His mouth partially opened as he slept, a bit of drool wetting his lips. He looked helpless and vulnerable, even with the knives strapped to his hips. Leaves of red, yellow, and orange fall to the earth in small spinning spirals, bathing the world in the colors of Autumn as the boy slept on. For once he was at peace, and the world that continued to spin around him didn't matter.

Death be silent

Death be quick

Death be gentle

For Life gave me nothing

Life was cruel

Life was brutal

If I may die tonight

May Death have mercy

May Death leave my lye

For Life hated me so

Life gave me betrayal

Life gave me pain

If I may die tonight

May Death take it quick

May Death keep me safe

For Live may have gave me love

but

Life was spiteful

Life was Hate

Death be silent

Death be quick

Death have mercy on my wistful wit.

Tears fell quickly as the sun began to set, streaks of pink and yellow coloring the sky. Bright blue eyes flooded like a water fall down a soft featured face catching on eyelashes. His throat was tight, his stomach hollow, and his mind silent. He hated the wind that softly caressed him and tussled his hair. He didn't want to be comforted. He wanted to mourn in peace, his grey slacks dirty as he kneeled in the fresh dirt on the grave. One pale hand tracing the inscribed marble before him. A slight hiccup of a laugh left his mouth before he was barking out hysterical laughter, the tears leaving father.

"Tristan Avery Marcs"

January 20, 1994 - October 31, 2011

Brother, Friend, and Lover

"A genuine Harlequin, without a Ticktockman."

R. H. I. P

Raise Hell In Paradise

“Jelly beans! Millions and billions of purples and yellows and greens and licorice and grape and raspberry and mint and round and smooth and crunchy outside and soft-mealy inside and sugary and bouncing jouncing tumbling clittering clattering skittering fell on the heads and shoulders and hardhats and carapaces of the Timkin works, tinkling on the slidewalk and bouncing away and rolling about underfoot and filling the sky on their way down with all the colors of joy and childhood and holidays, coming down in a steady rain, a solid wash, a torrent of color and sweetness out of the sky from above, and entering a universe of sanity and metronomic order with quite-mad coocoo newness. Jelly beans!”
― Harlan Ellison, "Repent, Harlequin!" Said the Ticktockman

“You can tell a lot about a fellow's character by his way of eating jellybeans. ”
― Ronald Reagan

If life hands you lemons, take a permanent marker, write “pass it on” on each one, and mail them to complete strangers.

When life gives you lemons, make grape juice, sit back, and watch the world wonder how you did it.

If you find it hard to laugh at yourself, I would be happy to do it for you.Groucho Marx

I never forget a face, but in your case I'll be glad to make an exception.Groucho Marx

“Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.”
― Dr. Seuss

“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”
― Dr. Seuss, Happy Birthday to You!

“I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I've bought a big bat. I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!”
― Dr. Seuss

“Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!”
― Dr. Seuss

“Why fit in when you were born to stand out?”
― Dr. Seuss

He stared all around, at the greens, the blues, the red, oh all of the hues! He stared and he stared real hard but nothing compared to the teal eyes he glanced from afar. The blonde hair hiding his face, stealing his view at those bright teal eyes that weren't such a blue as they weren't such a green but a mix of the in between. He tsked and he grumbled a rumbling sound that shook his chest and caught him looks, but those teal eyes had their hooks dug deep. So as the other turned to go he couldn't help but follow in a desperate need. He caught the other and brushed the hair from his eyes and stared into the teal eyes that matched no hue of blue and no hue of green but somewhere in between. For he held the prettiest color that the other had ever saw. And he had not one flaw, but hiding those eyes that he sought.