Submissions by Asp_Anime

The words go in one ear

And out the other

I hate your voice

And I hate what it says

I hate the lips that part to speak it

And I hate the expression

In your eyes as you say it

I feel tied down by them

Yet they mean nothing to me

I feel hurt, ruined, used

But I never feel free

For your words may not mean anything

But they are still something to me...

What was the beginning?

It was probably need.

I'm not sure, though.

Did love come next? Probably.

I know for a fact that hate

Was present the most.

Embarrassment was in the mix,

Lasting almost as long as hate.

I think pain became a combination

Of the depression and sorrow.

But I can't tell anymore.

Now that they're all gone

There isn't much left.

I think they left through the void,

But I might be wrong.

And I think...

Someone asked me what love was,
and I said I couldn't say.
Someone asked me what hate was,
and I said it was a rainbow.
That someone asked me what I meant,
and I said to this person:
rage is the deadly red;
horrible sense, the acidic orange;
pride, the bright yellow;
envy, the sickly green;
cold fury, the icy blue;
and violent urges, the bruising purple.
This person asked me how I knew this,
And I just smiled and said,
"'Cause there's a rainbow after every rain-shower,
And I've seen a lot of them..."