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The Joy OF Murder:
Together we shall fall, through this night of eternity. No more remorse, no more pain is what's in store for you and me. The sky shall burn in your wretched face We long for the killing of the dominant race. Side by side they will fall to the ground, and there is no one left to help them up. All has been killed, there is nothing left, You can scurrle through the ashes for that someone saved. The blood in the streets is a sign of relief, the Heathens is extinct is what I believe. The Joy Murder can bring is devastating to most, but I cant complain now that the Heathans is lost Put down your guns, put down your bombs, for the light in the sky is turning blue again Happy we go home to rest for the night, coz tomorrow at dawn, its the N****** we fight!
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Edgar Allan Poe:
Spirits of the Dead Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness - for then The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee, are again In death around thee, and their will Shall overshadow thee; be still. The night, though clear, shall frown, And the stars shall not look down From their high thrones in the Heaven With light like hope to mortals given, But their red orbs, without beam, To thy weariness shall seem As a burning and a fever Which would cling to thee for ever. Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish, Now are visions ne'er to vanish; From thy spirit shall they pass No more, like dew-drop from the grass. The breeze, the breath of God, is still, And the mist upon the hill Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken, Is a symbol and a token. How it hangs upon the trees The Mystery of Mysteries
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- Personal Demon - She Wakes Up To Wake It Up And Dresses To Disguise It, Feeding It Not All The Time But Keeping It From Dying. Faith, Just A Word, Word Just A Book It Wakes Up To Wake Her Up And Dresses To Disguise It Keeping Him Not Just Alive , But Feeding All The Time Talk To Her, It "Knows The Way" Burning Him Onto Another Dont Give Him Grip, Dont Tempt To
Stray, He'll Keep You Alive Till Death You Will Pay...
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The Treason Wall
Let me tell you about the loss of all The failing of all that we hold dear Wrapped up nicely in ourselves Chaos resolves That which order defiles Worthless lives Are ordered blind I don't believe Taste and you will see That all belongs to me I don't believe I won't believe I raise my hand against it all For those who don't recognize the call Will the sense to overcome these nestled walls Going to break it down Let me nail you to the treason wall Stab the night and the day from your sight And set the thought to flame Feeble devout Nothing resides Break it to pieces That obstinate mind I raise my fist to hold the line Against those who set themselves on high Going to break it down
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The Dance of the Dead
The warder he gazes o' the night On the graveyards under him lying, The moon into clearness throws all by her light, The night with the daylight is vying. There's a stir in the graves, and forth from their tombs The form of a man, then a woman next looms In garments long trailing and snowy. They stretch themselves out, and with eager delight Join the bones for the revel and dancing -- Young and old, rich and poor, the lady and the knight, Their trains are a hindrance to dancing. And since here by shame they no longer are bound, They shuffle them off, and lo, strewn lie around Their garments on each little hillock. Here rises a shank, and a leg wobbles there With lewd diabolical gesture; And clatter and rattle of bones you might hear, As of one beating sticks to a measure. This seems to the warder a laughable game: Then the tempter, low whispering, up to him came: "In one of their shrouds go and wrap thee." 'Twas done soon as said; then he gained in wild flight Concealment behind the church portal, The moon all the while throws her bright beams of light On the dance where they revel and sport all. First one, then another, dispersed all are they, And donning their shrouds steal the spectres away, And under the graves all is quiet. But one of them stumbles and fumbles along, 'Midst the tombstones groping intently; But none of his comrades have done him this wrong, His shroud in the breeze 'gins to scent he. He rattles the door of the tower, but can find No entrance -- good luck to the warder behind! -- 'Tis barred with blest crosses of metal. His shroud must he have, or rest can he ne'er; And so, without further preambles, The old Gothic carving he grips then and there, From turret to pinnacle scrambles. Alas for the warder! all's over, I fear; From buttress to buttress in dev'lish career He climbs like a long-legged spider. The warder he trembles, and pale doth he look, That shroud he would gladly be giving, When piercing transfixed it a sharp-pointed hook! He thought his last hour he was living. Clouds cover already the vanishing moon, With thunderous clang beats the clock a loud One -- Below lies the skeleton, shattered.
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Ive got Accoustic music for this , but its not exactly what I had in mind.
Why? It any good?
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1:1 Ratio
My mind suffers. I feel like I'm walking over to the asylum everyday. I can’t really express the feeling of this solitude that I am damned to go through. Not because I am indifferently different – or more correct, choose to be, but because I see life differently than the stereotypical, hypocritical John on the bus. I hope. Try making friends when you feel that people can not communicate with you on an intellectual level. Are their brains not functioning properly? Do they choose to be so dull-witted? Again, I feel like I'm morphing into a sole crazy soul. I'm no addict, well… maybe a bit of an addict. Rather put it in proper terms, I’ve developed an addiction to learn. I want to understand more. I don’t feel fit enough to live with myself. Give me something that will actually end. A challenge. No more measly petty trivia’s. Regrettably we have to live in this time capsule. The boundaries of time limit me to reach my full potential. Maybe, just maybe, I have to figure out how to deceive time. Just imagine, a multi-colored luminescent stream of eternal knowledge will spurt Instantaneously into the new found world, schooling the imbecilic and enhancing the shrewd. Don’t you Want to live here with me?
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Listen to the tales and romanticize,
How we follow the path of the hero Boast about the day when the rivers overrun, How we'll* rise to the height of our halo. Listen to the tales as we all rationalize Our way into the arms of the savior Feigning all the trials and the tribulations, None of us have actually been there, Not like you... Ignorant siblings in the congregation Gather around spewing sympathy, Spare me... None of them can even hold a candle up to you, Blinded by choices these hypocrites won't see But enough about the collective Judas Who could deny you were the one who illuminated my* little piece of the divine This little light of mine, the* gift you passed onto me, I'm gonna let it shine, to guide you safely on your way Your way home...
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I didn't make this, just watched charlie the unicorn earlier and so far in all my life, this has been one of the best things that I would love to quote,
"What is the door?" "The door is everything. All that once was and all that will be. The door controls time and space, love and death. THE DOOR CAN SEE INTO YOUR MIND. THE DOOR CAN SEE INTO YOUR SOUL." "Really? The door can do all that?" "Hehe, no." Concept is old, but it was pretty good for me. |
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Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow. Everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went, Everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go. It followed her to school one day, school one day, school one day, It followed her to school one day, it was against the rules.\ It made the children laugh and play, laugh and play, laugh and play, It made the children laugh and play to see a lamb at school. |
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Mortal Sin
A poem based on the concept that the very thing holding us back from perfection and immortality is our mortality itself, potrayed here as a sin. I give you the eighth, and literally most deadly, sin. I am. But of course redundancy does Hang my head in shame. For if I Were not, would I? Eternal loss weighed Along would fill not a thimble, nor the said Golden spoon that feeds the best in us. I am trapped. Now circular logic does Less harm to me; I use him less And so potray more meaning in my selfsaid grace: The area around my space. Of course, To add would grow my sphere, and to exponent Far greater than mere volume's thrice tenant Factored. Surrounded by the edges of Free space; built of reality as far as I conceive. The walls are set. They cover me in shadow. Although, More accurately, they hide the sun from me And me, from bright day-ness so free; To be vexed in a coffin for my soul. The hours pass, and I submit my toll To heavy masses of lethargy, boredom And still, so much so, I would Lend my kingdom for a gap In this abysmal bliss of ignorance. I do begin to learn to tap the Solitary rays of light that dwell In the corners of my mind. And well, Must I say, they grant me sight Far beyond the pitiful plight Of darkened eyes and forethought's lore. And though it was this seeing wore Me out, although, I did not rest My mind; no surrender at my feeble Body's behest - I could see from The inside. Darkness was my dawn. And I began to see, distinctively, these Little cracks upon those walls entombing Might that far outshone the decays Of your stone-cold tomb. Because, you see, Discernibly, these cracks formed patterns, one for one; Aligned in perfect, they seemed to form A language most oft forgotten before discovered. And I found these cracks did cover All the witness of my cell. They spoke out Once, and spoke a word; A word forever, Tales to tell. They were "bricks", I guess: Little shaped casts of stone that modelled My world. And time passed nought, I worried less, And hoped for more. Comprehension shone forth, Ceil' to floor, embalming me in nothing less Than a cask of droughty water's nests. No breaks, I tried forevermore to comprehend The nature of my captive's deeds [and motives abound] And concluded by my firm and sound logic That I could break free. A word here, though, on logic. It was A word on whom I built implicit trust, depending On the world to take its course: It must Follow logic, by logic itself! An illogical Point of redundancy must remain to counter Unsurmountable trains of thought. Unmount her, And lay her bare for all to see, this The best will be taken, and what will remain Is logic's dark and ugly stain. But enough, The world turns; time flies and my tale falls Short, I did find that I could effort the Building blocks of nature, were it Against the very purpose. And I tried, and I Worked to gain the light to supplement my Inner one that blazed content. Time ran still, And breaths ran quick, I scratched the Surface, nothing more. My wit was matched By equal dullness from the stone: No spark Could from this flint atone. But yet I am, And so I was, a purpose blinder to The stars than the day herself. Her Memory shone on me and strength flowed through My pains. I was rewarded finally, when I Burst through a crack, and light spilled from The other end. I did bend my motives wrong To gluttony of the savoured light - The day Of my eternal might. I had found the way! I had struck gold. Figuratively, Gold meant no more than a drink to a parched Throat to me. My grappling hands searched Only for the light that set me free. I Redoubled my strokes upon my tomb; which Grew brighter with my every strike to Leash the light less, divinely combed through My body, and set it free. I broke through! The gap was wide. A man Could pass through, but I did not. The sight Beheld me captive, as I looked full upon myself; Through me; through the wall, across the Guard that had held me back from The bitterest truth: The light I had sought In reflection of doubt, it was nought but a glimmer Of stray hope, And as I stared, I knew It was my own; and the light grew dimmer. |
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@OP: They're beautiful...
Mind if I share something?But dude, those are some seriously good piece of work IMO. Nice one ![]() Also, a collective of poetry/lyrics...stickiness? |
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@The_Juggernaut:
Is your writing out of personal experience or just a thought? Its a sad scenario. Sorry to hear. it was a kinda hard for me to feel it as a song. but poem, well done. Post some more, i like your writing. One can feel emotion while reading it. Kudos.
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No matter and thanks ^_^This one isn't as good I think but I'll still share it anyway: Ode to Sally We thought it would last forever You and me together We had each other, nothing more And for both of us ‘twas enough Life’s not easy, when you love another And no one supports you Like a slap in the face, All to try and put you in your place Oh Sally why did you jump? We had all we needed We had the most important thing in the world We always had each other They drove you over the edge They have your blood on their hands We were like ugly ducklings Rejected and unloved by all, Except by each other Oh Sally why did you jump? We had all we needed We had the most important thing in the world We always had each other “Oh Tara where were you when I jumped? You should have been there to pull me back, You should have been there, to pull me into your loving arms” Oh Sally this is my tribute to thee You have left me behind and with no choice Were you go I go Where you jump I jump Oh Sally why did you jump? We had all we needed We had the most important thing in the world We always had each other We always had each other But now you’re gone There’s nothing for me Nothing keeping me here You have left me feeling hollow You have jumped Now I shall follow |
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A Perfect Circle - the Pakage Clever got me this far Then tricky got me in Eye on what i'm after I don't need another friend Smile and drop the cliche 'Till you think I'm listening I take just what I came for Then I'm out the door again Peripheral on the package Don't care to settle in Time to feed the monster I don't need another friend Comfort is a mystery Crawling out of my own skin Just give me what I came for, then I'm out the door again [chorus] Lie to get what I came for Lie to get just what I need Lie to get what I crave Lie and smile to get what's mine Eye on what i'm after I don't need another friend Nod and watch your lips move If you need me to pretend Because clever got me this far Then tricky got me in I'll take just what I came for Then I'm out the door again [chorus] Give this to me Mine, mine, mine Take what's mine Mine, mine, mine Take what's mine Mine, mine, mine [chorus] Give this to me Take what's mine Mine, mine, mine Take what's mine Give this to me Take what's mine, take what's mine, mine...
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She chose to walk alone
Though others wondered why Refused to look before her, Kept eyes cast upwards, Towards the sky. She didn't have companions No need for earthly things. Only wanted freedom, From what she felt were Puppet strings. She longed to be a bird. That she might fly away. She pitied every blade of grass For planted they would stay. She longed to be a flame, That brightly danced alone. Felt jealous of the steam That made the air its only home. Some say she wished too hard. Some say she wished too long. But we awoke one autumn day To find that she was gone. The trees, they say stood witness. The sky refused to tell. But someone who had seen it said The story played out well. She spread her arms out wide. Breathed in the break of dawn. She just let go of all she held... And then she was gone.
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