spirits

the dead envy the living.

to others, to them

what is unique to others,they despise,strange aliensthey attempt to torture. what is success to others,they put downas failuresand attributeto false attributes. what is beauty to others,they scoff,and paint tarover gleaming porcelain. what is happiness to others,they covertheir eyes from the brightnessthey will neverhaveand can onlyenvy. poem came from inspiration from Coldplay’s upcoming release on Friday

envy

nothing wishes for something which wants everything.

the land where the sun no longer shines

in a kingdom,many, many centuries ago,adorned with golden wreaths and silver laurelsand towering crystal castles,something rotted on the inside. amidst the pretty faces and handsome smiles,the golden hair and twinkling eyes,a tendril of darkness grew in their soul,roaring for anger and madness and bitterness. so in their kingdom, beautiful and tall,the sunlight heralded a new