Henry, Who Are You?

This is based off of a passage from the Bible. Mark 5:9-13
Oh, Henry! Oh Henry!
What a loss you are.
Think not of puppies and butterflies in the sky.
But, of blood dripping off fingers.
Corpses! -
More!

Oh, Henry! Oh, Henry!
What a bore you are.
You sit in the grass and watch the sun go away.
Think of bad things.
Bitter tastes on your tongue.
Animals, still alive. Glossy eyes - baring gut.

Oh, Henry! Oh, Henry!
How dreadful you’ve become!
You pray for the poor,
Help with the weak,
And think - 'it's not the slightest bore.'    
Think of end time.
The earth in flames.
With us, you’d be the living blame.

Oh, Henry! Oh, Henry!
Hath God Giveth you brains?!
You weap when you're sad,
Laugh when you're happy,
But never kill when you are mad!
Be like us!
Kill what’s in sight!
Let your heart be hardened by living sight.

Oh, Henry! Oh, Henry!
Help us! Can you?
They’ve taken our bodies!
We’re no more living in the dead.

Colour Me

Colour me purple
Drown like the sea

Colour me blue
I see fish like you

Colour me red
My blood’s flowing heavily

Colour me gray
My face. . . you see

Colour me green
The forest and waves

Colour me pink
That colour that just won’t stay

Colour me brown
I’ll stay in the mud

Colour me yellow
A Sunday cream pillow

Colour me black
I’ll curse you to the end

Colour me orange
I’ll brighten your day

Colour me all colours
I’ll be your rainbow

Just colour me
I’ll be there everyday.

The Caller

 So, I found this story in my documents today, and thought I’d share it. I think I wrote this a couple years ago when I was like eleven or twelve. I had to write it for my music class because we were learning about instruments. Super short, but hey! It was for school. . . :)

THE CALLER

 Do you like looking at Jellyfish? Well, I know I don’t. But that’s besides the point.

 During the depression, people were…depressed. All over the United States. They needed something in their life. Something like jell-o. The people there… they wanted Jellyfish.

 Yes, I know what you’re thinking. Do Jellyfish really taste like jell-o? Well, I’m not entirely sure. But, I’m guessing that they don’t.

 In 1930, a man named Pilot Skull was 30 years old. He moved to Australia because he couldn’t stand all of the depressed people during the depression. They also had Jellyfish there, and he had an idea.

 Pilot was a smartical man. Always inventing things. It was no wonder he worked in an inventing shop.

One dark, stormy night, there was a hurricane. Pilot looked out the window with a dark gleam in his eye. It was the perfect night.

 He walked out to his shed. The wind almost picking him up off his feet.

 The shed doors were already banging open when he got there. He pulled out his boat, reached to the top shelf of the shed, and pulled out…The Caller.

 The funny thing about The Caller is that it looked exactly like a Jellyfish. It was an instrument. From the string and percussion family. When he shook it, the sound made was like chandeliers knocking together. It was a Jellyfish caller.

 When he, his boat, and The Caller were out in the water, Pilot dipped The Caller into the crashing ocean.

When the strings he made crashed together in the ocean, hundreds of Jellyfish came to it.

 Once Pilot knew he had enough Jellyfish, the waves of the water carried him and his Jellyfish all the way to the United States zoo. Right into a tank of saltwater. (The Jellyfish in the tank.)

 He was the hero of depression. And, I’m pretty sure you know what happened next. Yes, my friends. He ate a Jellyfish. And trust me, it did not taste like jell-o.

Blood Blinding Our Hearts

Oh, why are you so blind, heart?
Is it the blood flowing around you?
The thick sheild of skin?
Our clothes that lay atop?
Like medal plates in the olden days.
What sufferage we all hold.
Such wrecks like us live...
Laughing at the smallest things.
Blinding at the bigest.
Such fools!
Oh, what a cry.
For you are one of us.
One of us unwiling to die.
Why so blind heart?
Is it the scars that hold us together?
The intake of ones breath?
Do we really see things?
Or we all oblivious to the facts?
Come take off the pain I dearly seek.
Years, and years I'll weep.
They can see.
So, why not us?

Why so blind heart?
I've made the sufferage you still seek.

The Only Kind Of Love

Today, I was wondering about love. Or, what people say it is. One of my friends told me this, "If you don't love someone, you're only half a person. the other half comes once you love. . . Together, you're whole. And that's when you become who you really are. They help you that way, and that's how you survive; On each other."
Now, that’s not a direct quote, but it was enough to get me thinking, and for it to stick in my mind. He told me that about a week ago, and we were having this whole debate on whether it exists or not. I, personally, don’t believe in love. At all. If it did exist, our lives would be so much more different then they are right now at this very moment.
People say love makes the world go round, but it doesn’t. Whoever started that should know that there’s a thing called gravitational force/pull out there in the universe. They, obviously, weren’t very smart. Now, I know that that may be a metaphor or whatever you’d like to call it, but seriously. . . We may as well be pretty thick in the head to believe that stuff.
"Love is always patience and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offence and is never resentful." Corinthians 13:4
That quote from the Bible is so absolutely true, that it’s ridiculous! In real life that can’t happen. You can’t love someone like that because it’s impossible. You have to be perfect, and no in the world can accomplish that by a mile.
I would believe in love if we were perfect, but we aren’t. Just a word I’ve been wanting to get out.

Fairies

Shallow rains hail from the sky.

Dancing figures play with the light.

Wings of gold swoop towards you.

Put your finger out.

They’ll land on you.

So, I figured my first post should be why I named myself, "WordsFromTongueOrPen." Just yesterday, I was on a website that had to deal with the T.V. show Castle, and I found this quote and I was like 'Wow! That is super mega foxy cool!' The next day my sister's telling me about her blog, and the next thing I kow, BAM! I was doing one. :) Enough of my rambling. Here it is:

"For all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'it might have been.'"

~John Greenleaf Whittier~