The Irony

Roses are red, violets are blue.
Who painted the ceiling red,
When it should be all blue?

I came to experience the world,
But I ended up watching and terrified.
The beauty of it is undeniably tempting,
But there's just a lot to be disgusted off, an ill feeling.

In fact all of it can be solve by one simple solution,
That is called information.
Some might find it soon,
But others don't deserve anything at all.

And though how important we want to be heard,
Tried shouting but still suppressed.

We will eventually come to the point,
Where the truth we believe will be questioned,
Not by others but by our own selves.
We will then get confused,
Change our whole perception, Blow our fuse.

The negative irony in our life,
The destiny we are trying to avoid,
Are the things we made in our mind,
When we are at the peak of our weakness.
Is it really an answer we are seeking?,
Or just demise we are hoping?,

We are all hypocrites,
For when we don't want to believe is the time you ask for the other side of the story.

Royal Flush

And as I lay these last words for you,
Sweetened by the sugar phrases meant so true.
Despite the hunger to survive my endless demise,
I still found myself in the middle of scrutiny.

For what did I do to offend the Gods,
Seems my life has always been so rough.
But I am wise enough to lay in the best of my cards,
In times where I feel I have the upper hand.

If life is a poker,
Then I will be the joker.
I will not be included,
Not recognized, Nor paired.

There's just sometimes there's no value,
Like singing some songs in mono.
And should we try to find our complete stereo,
Someday I hope it will come true.

I never thought that was intentional,
We had misunderstandings but we didn't say it in actual.
There comes a time I want to say something to you,
But you blocked it like you didn't want to.

You're are so intelligent yet you're so naive with what I feel for you.
I never thought you couldn't understand what was just a fluke.
I want to run every afternoon at the track,
But that is where you are always at, your territory in fact.

And I don't want to ever see you again.
Nor remember the things we could have had,
Thought you were perfect but in simple things you get so mad.
And I am not in the mood to pamper an angry child.

If ever we will meet again,
I'll try to give you my best smile.
If I won't be able to do it then please understand,
Of all the people I thought would know,
You were the last one to show.

Roses are red, Violets are blue.
Don't speak, never fall inlove with miss Blue.
Ever again.

Silence is Violent

Upon hearing the words of silence,
You can't help but notice,
A drastic change in the sound on your ears.

As violent as a boiling water on a kettle,
So vehement we can't control.
It can't settle so aggressive,
My once love for you has become repulsive.

If this is the sound we want to hear,
Then I myself am not sure if I can bear.
The bare sound of silence itself is manic,
Just why is it so silent yet also erratic?

Have you tried waking up one afternoon?,
That time you found out nobody's at home,
The family is out somewhere,
You suddenly feel so alone.

Silence is not always the pure absence of sound,
But sometimes just the lack of the ones creating it.

I have listened to silence,
It's like a radio frequency ringing in my ears,
I realized the chance of having somebody shut up is much higher,
Than having them talk when they don't desire.

So upon hearing the silence,
Which is created by my heart's nothingness.
And amplified by this feeling of loneliness.
I then rest my case closed,
Silence is violent and I am sure.