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Poetry, lyrics, stuff like that

Cherry Cola

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Post some of your shit here! I'ma begin I wrote two poems which are a bit different, the first one is about finding the will to live be equating it with the will to fuck, the second is supposed to be like painkiller by judas priest but amped up.

You gotta do like me curb that major depression
like taint to splendor: sport a massive erection

You gotta get a grip on that drug addiction
to lick, fondle and keep your dick strong

Let me tell ya'll..

I'm the ass-assasin, prick pupeteer
Love making baby, it's my career

I'm the ass-assasin, prick pupeteer
Willy nilly wants to dance you better come over here

If one day i plant less than eight
then the seed's sorry, to copulate is my fate

I just enter and exit again and again
I do it to my mother, strangers and friends

I'm a liar I know but this is a fact
I only feel at home in a vaginal tract

Let me tell ya'll

I'm the ass-assasin, prick pupeteer
Love making baby, it's my career

now I dont feel anything snorthing the dope
aint no white line get me high like that there between your thighs

got a lot of baggage in my ballsack
its a heavy load to carry for poor one eyed jack

but blowing my load is like opening flood gates
I could feed a small village or drown someone I hate

I've this sixth sense like a great white
can tell a single molecule of pussy juice within a mile

I'm the ass-assasin, prick pupeteer
Love making baby, it's my career

I'm the ass-assasin, prick pupeteer
Willy nilly wants to dance you better come over here

dont care what I contract as I push in and retract
it keeps me alive fucking like im on fire

I'm the ass-assasin, prick pupeteer
Love making baby, it's my career

And the second:

Mythopoeic thoughts urge the panpsychic carnivore, perpetuating its consumption of sentience. It roams the ethereal domain in a mad hunt, until at last cognitive entrophy permeates the cosmos. Only the beast and its hunger remaining, forever trapped in a bicameral dichotomy of suffering.

But then! Emerging, as if by will alone, as if wrought through torn canvas by virtue of some forlorn archaic ideal. He propels himself, transcending equilibria; the hero appears poised in challenge. At once he thrusts a barrage of halberds in the form of conglomerate qualia at the panpsychic carnivore. Perforating the very ether, they stupefact; skewer, sunder and tear, rendering trounced the poor beast. It is not long before rigor vitae sets in; whereafter, what once peturbated being is dissolved into a sorry pool of miry phenomena. Thus, celestial totality is restored and thunderous revelry swiftly actualized.

As he entered so he did exit, the hero summarily vanished. Presumably he is still out there today. Though, torpid for now, the custodian indefinetely surveys, ready to defend the universe again should its existence ever be at risk.
 

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but blowing my load is like opening flood gates
I could feed a small village or drown someone I hate

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That is some hardcore philosophy bro.
 

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Yo bro why dont yo bros post some poetry no?

Anyway new poem:

in first place testosterone
silver medal goes to alcohol
on the crime correlation
substance top list
but all feminists are radicals
marijuana will make you think small
reality norms and laws
live on planets far apart
me and your dogs got different collars
but my hair and your urine share colors
tasteless allegories weird brain dropout
they called me me names but now im just your babe

I stab the asshole that got me curbed
his sapiosexual ashes in a urn
open casket on the ceremony so
that neckbeard had to go
I got the last laugh and an empty account
tears in my eyes as I wander about
the people over there dont look so nice
but skin craves contact so I dont think twice
big mistake I got aids and raped
but I can dig life no matter its state
me and your dogs got different collars
but my hair and your urine share colors
tasteless allegories weird brain dropout
they called me me names but now im just your babe
 

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Come on someone else has to be doin this shit.

Here is attempt at writing cool lyrics for song:

Seize the throne of the pitied king
he is not fit to rule
Set upon him hungry beasts
his flesh shall turn to stool
Spirit he had none so
save your rituals for soon
the exodus shall come to pass
whence crown be donned anew

You are wise to know that
caesar, ruler, king, and lord
subject is to none
but his own uncanny resolve
today we celebrate and in
the future we enjoy
triumph borne of hard work
glory nearing as we toil

Manifacture weaponry
make promises of gold
labour rendered passtime
eyes of uncanny resolve
human being heaven hell
process form by mold
none is knee that doesn't bend
to uncanny resolve
and when enough lies conquered
for our tales to be told
they shall be sung repeatedly
with uncanny resolve
 

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Sucky short poem but you kept on asking for something so I obliged:rolleyes:

Should I not feel light by now?
Airy sprite by now?
Giggling, bubbling, skipping joy
By now?

Call me turtle
Call me Atlas

Bake it, burn it, peel it off
Like a dog whose heavy wet
I'll shrug and shake it off

Now
 

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Slam poetry improve. Or, Thirty Seconds of Whatever I Could Think of That Rhymed/ word vomit.

Delayed reaction
Mark it
A purified distraction
An ace in the case of puerile disgrace
I’m a beatnik, Sputnik, a magician without tricks
I’m a believer that poetry’s just words
A little damage done
But nothing too absurd
‘Cause in all this talking
This minute- number “how you doing” moshing
For a single gilded minute
I swore you heard.

And that fellows, is why I don't publish. :p
Regards.
 

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wow TC just ruined my image of what a infj is supposed to be, oh well. here's one I that i liked


"Poetry"

It is the way I can
relish a line of poetry, laud it like
a teenage girl in love, and have
missed that the rhymes aren't right.
...
The prose is deep purple.
This "poet" has no; idea
what a semicolon is
or when to break a line--and it
becomes readily apparent that
anyone, given a pen or keyboard
can write a pleasing line by accident.
Poets take that moment and make them
infinite. And, suddenly, that lovely
line means nothing anymore.

pretty meta.

here's some i wrote when i was a taddd bit depressed in college

The Computer Screen
Computer screen, lively and bright.
Computer screen, crisp and kind.
Computer screen, prolong the night.
Computer screen, controls my mind.

Introspection Meets Reality; Gazed
I spent my years in recess knowing not what to do;
I woke up this morning and felt the sun paralyzed by you.
Cold and drenched I was, in bitterness and muse,
Of myself and I and the me and the my,
and then
slowly
it was
of you.

Breathe, Deeply.
I sigh slowly, small, and quite suddenly; soothingly.
Sunken and shallow, with some sorrow for the morrow.
Solid though silent, sub-sublime then severed; softly.
Savored supremely, and now, subordinate to sleep.

During Class I Made A Girl Cry
Snob wiffle boo, why so blue?
Condolences to you, my fellow sapien.
Indifferent, apathetic and cold forever
I'll be to you.

oh god this stuff makes me cringeeeee
 

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how you doin? what do? what's new?
these are the questions i ask you.
why? I dunno, but let me wonder:
if in asking I assume that the other
is another, a brother? but her?
i'll butter--(up).
lather her rather than... rather than capture; her
naturally dancing beyond the reach of my fingertips.
you understand, I'm sure.



Freestylin', yo.
 

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caught up with the mastodon, finally!
but in the dirt, recorded, you won't: find me!
I've taken measures to make it so, bye bye so timely.
to indulge the thought I must be thinking,
my brain says: "try me!"
but my mind's eye, "well, I see.
I see I see, I..."
can't forget to cap my pen. okay its capped.
and then? well, and then and then,
you can't erase a pen.
damn.
for the folks left:
my pen... a pen, bereft
(i hope)
not a step taken that does not echo eternally
if one takes but a step; and, in childhood,
all vote
so as to encourage: thee!
No need to be actin' churlish. free
from that fate, if I write--but the cap's still on,
as I blather on, and my mind tells my brain
(if the two aren't the same):
"go ahead and perish, i will carry on.
(but blindly)."
to which my brain (my brain oh my brain)
says:
"i don't believe you" and, "don't mind me!"
the brain, just.. so physically, taking the mind literally.
"what, are people still...?"
and who's that with the punchline? Nietzche.
 

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Translated from spanish, there it has some rythmn and stuff

i'm sure you can't remember me
i am the stranger who came down to earth
to change
the rotation of your waist
to activate the desire for madness

speed to move your feet
they are bare as they should be
a wild being
has shown me his teeth
now he wants to teach me how to move
i won't tell him no

this is the energy I bring to earth
i will resurrect anyone who does not believe
come to me
i am the master of the ancestral dance
the police can not stop me

i've kidnapped all its agents
infinite ecstasy
we are aliens
slave animals
playing in a prohibited season
love doesn't matter anymore

here is when it breaks everything you knew about me
you were deceived by my dance steps
you want to see the ugly side of sunset
look at me my love look at me my love as i move my hips
look at yourself my love

in case you want to listen it:

https://soundcloud.com/atrasalviejo56/demo-hit
 

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wallop then foller' a
beacon of hope that despairs in the blind of the man.
And taller is slower so
cast out the daisies that wilt by the fall of the lamb

build up a two-fold of
false intro crude love
so belligerence reigns
on odd features inflamed

and we all
claw
into the ground
to regain of what little we slain.
 

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Flowers
they all grow between
hearts dividing by a stream

And they don't even feel a thing
when all is young
and dying

This may be our last chance for good-bye
Ticking time-worm crawling through the mind
Let this be our last chance 'less it flies
away and gone, gets taken to the...

flowers that still grow between
hearts divided by the stream
and they won't even feel a thing

because all was young,
and dying
 

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Decisions, decisions I have visions of incisions
Digging, dissecting, inspecting, your present, past and future
When I finish up then I stitch it up with a suture
And left a hole so I could see right through you
Next patient, hmm I understand you can't afford the high fees
But you're in good luck, we're giving out free lobotomies in the lobby
Don't leave, you need more medical attention for the prognosis
Divergent mental dimensions, dementia, I induce psychosis
Neurosis, the host is toasted, electro-convulsive shock therapy for the hopeless
Don't even ask me what the hippocratic oath is
I wrapped it around medical marijuana and I smoked it
Just forget about a second opinion you can quote this:

Patients are treated with the utmost concern in my care
Welcome to the asylum I hope you like nightmares


There is no rhythm in text, the quality of wordplay is lost. :/
 

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Unlock the madness inside
Realize that there is no hope
Purposelessness is my reason
There is no reason, only those who indulge in their madness
We are all a drop in a bucket
There will be no change
My destiny to bring destruction
Somewhere between hate and apathy is where I reside
Will you join me?
will you go into the depths of your primal instincts?
Will you let go?
Raise hell, Fuck consequences
You only have one chance to show the world that you don't give a fuck
So be that reason, that madness
The thing we were all born to produce
So go, do not take heed,
Do not bring hope to this environment
Do not try to change things for the greater good
For destruction speaks louder than words
 

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I just read some Haiku so I wanted to write some.


Restlessness

I demand answers

to unknown questions- hinted
at by emptiness.


Grieving

Left behind tokens
of a life lived without me.

Now I understand.
Invalidated
You know who I am?

You only see your own life

reflected in me.


 

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In my dreams I've seen your face a thousand times
Each time a little different
Isn't it nice
But the wake always comes to pass

Every time I think I've finally seen you but then you disappear
Could it be that I was mistaken again
Again
Always returning to see your face again

Once more we're here now
But you beckon me to make it last
Now they have become immortal
And the wake always comes to pass​
 

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darkness dreams fate
lighter than the cool
in the cool dark low
higher in the deep
low dark, no car left
no unity and the less dark
the less power and weapon

the ordinary lots of places
dark, seldom, ordinary
grey from the mist, trapped
still searching of the car
given to search of car
it allows more less dark
to have its not in the dark
 

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the advice comes fast without previous announcement and must be heeded though painful on impact:

have many points of the best measure and it gives courage to restore mankind
 

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Poem i wrote today

Selfish Love (W.I.P.)

From the very depths of it
nothing is more without you
dare I dream to share my lonely heart
with beauty abound
sparks effuse from attraction
forming wings in the pattern
little butterfly spirit

polarising emotions a sensual madness
my everything is yours in a warming embrace
illuminated delusion in the darkness of my lonely heart…
take my hand let’s dance with shadows

silence succumbs to heartbeat polyrhythms
time bends at tribal break beats
we start a new as chemistry erupts from sin and shame
amidst the chaos of passing moments
my heart is with you
my love radiates you
blessed be the artistry you mirror in me

into eternity with you an old friend once forgotten
happiness with your smile
fear of leaving your grasp
Imagination is not enough without the REAL YOU!....
Empty dreams are lustful love…
a fantastical paradox
we’ll explore ourselves through creation
marriage, a cottage, 3 children
Till death do us part
you were always in my heart my love

cycles of separation continue
 

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Here's something I took about 10 min to write while drunk:

This rhyme is dedicated to the time some guy asked me for a dime:
Pulling out the paper, looks like this one might be shorter
Going to party tonight, Going crazy
Do something melancholy for the hell of it
A guy asked me if I had a dime well...
Let me check my pockets without checking...
Nope I still don't carry change so why don't you
ask the guy next to me...
Tell the guys who talk in these and those
and tell them you're homeless...
they may have a dime for you,
Then you can thank them politely
you'll come back to me for some insight for me that sounds like:
Those Mother fuckers, Truckers, Strippers, drug dealers,
Boring young Cinderellas, try hards, and doers,
Don't give a shit like me, scared shitless?
now its time to impress
I say "what the fuck you wearing, a dress?
Why don't you address the citizens of congress
and tell em you want a dime?"
 

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ye mad balloon scream shadows fall in drip drops
leapt thus forth to slumber neath the willows
make believe a raft to cross straits unfurled

mama paints beads hangs wishes grows in cinder
i circle legs in jeopardy my palate
star-eyed wonders i shall come to know

through institution in place of ceremony flowing
snapped into place or of nowhere to rest as inner space abominated
long for conclusion but for to not live as in a play of compromise
 

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hidden dark powers underneath
crystal magic golden woven glory
louder sparkle deep flat map world
illness to send the fantasy cart unknown
 

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As real ...as real can be.
Yet this song ...is only a dream.
Until the end ...draws near,
lend me your hand

...

35 years ...changes a lot of things.
The good things, ...the bad things.
The end ...is here.
Forever, again.
 

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We are all just atoms
in a mindless void.
The quiet unbearable,
as I rub my hemorrhoid.

Cables attached to my brain
feeding it as it lies in a vat
It just has to be true
that some INTPs are fat

The spoon I use every morning
to eat my bowl of Trix.
Maybe it doesn't exit,
and we're in the Matrix.
 

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Spontaneous words incoming:

I do not wish, I do not need
I want to grow, I want to think
What do we have in this life?
What are we in this life?
To feel, embracing
What is on the verge of elation in
What is the importance of the known self

We will only learn what is in us
Never caring for what is outside
What is vanity
As a group we will babble into oblivion
If we ever get out of this self depriving state
We will gain the garden of eden
And forget the past that hinders us

In the past is what we look to for the future
If we repeat this process we will learn
The ways of the self
Do not hinder me
Only the embrace of knowing self
For we were meant to think
And disregard progress for a greater state of mind
 

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dark starnest car
vague - cool - night
a little car sparkle, too

a big faraway car, put in the sky
a big reason to try and get there
a little boy smiling there forever
 

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Solemn Sent

Without relation
This sensation
Tedium
Art as medium
Incandescent misery
Transparent bickery
Taste of Hickory?
Neigh
Weight
Of translation
 

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new lyrics for one of my new songs:

Night becomes longer with each word
lets join the fear themed party with courage,
erupted from watercolors, ringing in my cords
these my tired hands waiting for you because of love
this body is already buried, masked by its smell
tell me if we still have time to resume the fun
dairy lips, wise eyes, continue the cycle of terror
a frightened snake by the tail of the dragon
breaks through, enters my pillow, screams, cries knowing that
we are dust on the road and my sighs are her addiction
lets return to our charade, i'm the guy without his pillow
nobody knew where i was when they look into my eyes.

Spanish original one:

La noche se vuelve larga con cada palabra
así que únete a esta fiesta de temores con valor
desatado entre acuarelas, resonando entre mis cuerdas
y estas manos ya cansadas que te esperan por amor
este cuerpo ya enterrado, enmascarado por su olor
dime si aún nos queda tiempo pa retomar la diversión
labios lácteos, ojos sabios, sigue el ciclo del terror
una serpiente asustada por la cola del dragón
se abre paso, entra a mi almohada, grita, llora y sabe que
somos polvo en el camino y mis suspiros su adicción
regresando a nuestra farsa, soy el chico sin su almohada
nadie sabe donde estaba cuando miran mis ojos
 

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The Harder will be the fall

covered by the white sheets of a ghost
frightened by presences that still leave sores
is it their dry voices?
is it about their long laughs?
put salt in rotten flesh
to calm rage

in every night there it will be
by your bed the one who steals your dreams
turning your heaven into hell
from up there the harder will be the fall

waiting to answer all your questions
don't cry because my eyes see no damage
blind beings have taken my head
It will be a shot at the target
parasitize bitterness

in every night there it will be
by your bed the one who steals your dreams
turning your heaven into hell
from up there the harder will be the fall

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Más dura será la caída

abrigado en las blancas telas de un fantasma
asustado por presencias que aún dejan llagas
serán sus voces secas?
o sus risas largas?
ponen sal en piel cortada
pa' calmar la rabia

y en cada noche allí estará
junto a tu cama el que te roba el sueño
convirtiendo tu cielo en infierno
desde allá arriba más dura será la caída

esperando a responder a todas tus preguntas
no hagas llanto que mis ojos no conocen daño
seres ciegos han tomado mi cabeza
será un disparo al blanco
parasitar lo amargo

y en cada noche allí estará
junto a tu cama el que te roba el sueño
convirtiendo tu cielo en infierno


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Fii0UpgL7c
 

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Point of view

I rose today
after falling
to see the sphere in thousand of colors
we are not marks of a race
we are not pieces of a machine

everyone twist their bones and laugh
They laugh at the good fortune they have
They expect to walk into the sun
at times

Is there anybody who can see the sunlight asleep?

today I absent
I was not there
i left my body in his lair
to remember about you again
to drink life tales

everyone is losing all at the doors of a dream
looking up for a breath of luck
They expect to walk into the sun
so far they are away

Is there anybody who can see the sunlight asleep?

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Punto de vista

hoy me elevé
después de caer
a ver la esfera en mi colores
no somos marca de una raza
no somos piezas de una maquina

todos retuercen sus huesos y ríen
se ríen de la buena suerte que tienen
esperan poder caminar hacia el sol
por momentos
por momentos

hay alguien más que pueda ver la luz del sol dormido?

hoy me ausenté
no estaba allí
deje mi cuerpo en su guarida
para volverte a recordar
beber los cuentos de una vida

todos perdiendo a las puertas de un sueño
levantando la vista hacia un soplo de suerte
esperan poder caminar hacia el sol
de momento están lejos

hay alguien más que pueda ver la luz del sol dormido?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8S5_IcOnrE
 

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Bottomless Pit

I'm sitting on my couch
a spectral figure approaches me
I wonder what is happening
she is looking for the half of her soul

I'm sure I've seen
somewhere bathed in shadows
The inspiration for sleep
sleeping and losing sleeping hours

it has revealed to me the coldest of all fairies
she just want to see the planet mourning once more

and I look at the mirror
what can i see?
only foam in the sunset
We have left behind the vice mama
we have lost the paradise papa

everyone who claims to return back
they get left behind there in limbo
give me a little more time
to remember where my heart is

and I look at the mirror
what can i see?
only foam in the sunset
We have left behind the vice mama
we have lost the paradise papa

if you know that you lie
just me let me out
we are suffocated
you breathe blood
I spend my time
seeing the dead dance
beyond my bed
no one can rest

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Pozo sin fondo

estoy sentado en mi sofá
se me acerca una figura espectral
le pregunto que le pasa
esta buscando la mitad de su alma

estoy seguro de haber visto
en algún lugar bañado en sombras
la inspiración para dormir
volver a dormir perdiendo las horas

se me ha revelado el hada mas fría de todas
solo quiere ver llorar al planeta una vez mas

y miro el retrovisor
que puedo ver?
solo espuma en el atardecer
hemos dejado atrás el vicio mama
hemos perdido el paraíso papa

todos los que dicen volver
se quedan atrás allá en el limbo
dame un poco mas de tiempo
para recordar donde estará mi corazón

y miro el retrovisor
que puedo ver?
solo espuma en el atardecer
hemos dejado atrás el vicio mama
hemos perdido el paraíso papa

si sabes que me mientes déjame salir
estamos asfixiados
respiras sangre
me paso el tiempo
viendo a los muertos bailar
junto a mi cama
ya nadie puede descansar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVDkEpSKd6s
 

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omg you've used my picture and even linked to my tumblr yay, also dig the song, its got a lot of what I liked in mars volta or something :O

like the way the lyrics sound in spanish, feels like the flairs a bit lost in the translation
 

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Biological machine
contraption follicle unseen
Pick the scabs in routine
and it feels good.

Analytical machine
Power processing smoke-screen
distorted dying plasticine
and it feels good.

Battery heart
Compute chemical brain
Taking everything so hard when
pulling opposite the grain

Ticking synchronous hive
build habitual disdain
System spiritual disguise
making everything insane.
 

TheManBeyond

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The absent

It is your future
It is my past
It is the absence in the tale of a good samaritan
It is to prove them
It is to rethink
It is in their veins drawn by the magic of god's lips

And what would happen when our war is over?
Will the seas open?
For those who are still crying?
Fire, the blind wolf
Claiming for his price?
Or will it be the breeze? with its smell of incense?

It is all the noise
In a silence
It is the distorted reflection in a sharpened edge glass mirror
It is all the beauty
Within little hope
Manipulated as tarot cards from beyond

And who will calm down this perpetual rage?
Who will reap our bad seeds?
Shortening the sleep, waking the monster
Turning off the sun by sculpting mud
 

Nebulous

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Lazy nocturnal lifestyle
A meaningless waste of time.
Sitting in the radio waves is more productive
Drown out life with music
I need a friend who can always be with me
But humans don't work like that

They think you're a bad influence on me
so they keep us apart.
Keep us locked up and isolated.
But I miss you so much that I've become you
So the joke is on them.
 

0neKiwi

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Living in the darkness
Behind the doors of the shadows
They watch us
Looking from the hidden cracks
Those dark blots in the mirrors
In the edges of water's ripples

They hope to pull us down
To drown us in our thoughts
To rid us of our freedom
Have we really known?
What being captured means?

We have not been stripped of our rights
Not in human history
Those fanatics, they say
They say our freedom has been taken away
Not one, Not twice, but many times
But what is to come is scarier
That is the limit of our freedom
We won't escape
The tangled clutch of those shadowy vines
Those things that grasp at our very weakness
That we thought nobody else ever knew.

Will we escape?
Those optimistic people think.
And yet in their hearts
They still know of their pathetic fate.
Hope as they see it,
Hope as they know it,
Is just a hopeless act.
 

JPS

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Grandmaster Ferret drags boulders to charities,
Shows up an hour too late;
They’re shutting it down, so he plasters his frown
To the sky overlooking his fate.

Conscience, you’ve bitten enough of your stones;
Payment—it’s not a rent or a loan.

Sisyphus Wannabe, fat as a honeybee,
Cries while they polish his shoes;
But little he knows that his guilty, red toes
Walk the earth that the natives would lose.

Forgiveness comes from somewhere down inside;
Live life—don’t let the fear make you hide.

Little Old Chester lets craziness fester
Among all the folds in his brain;
Forgot what he owed, so he died in the snow
Churning angels to lessen the pain.

Tearful Emerita gobbles hysteria
‘Til it gets stuck in her throat;
Now that the boulders adorn both her shoulders,
She can’t hit an adequate note.

Conscience, you’ve bitten enough of your stones;
Payment—it’s not a rent or a loan;
Forgiveness comes from somewhere down inside;
Live life—don’t let the fear make you hide.
 
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Short story.

"The angels."
The thought sprung unexpectedly from the dead silence. His eyes were fixated upon the floor in an unkempt alleyway flickering with epileptic lights.
"The angels? What about them?"
He paused.
"I have to kill them."
"What are you talking about?"
She stared blankly fearing that she had collided with a veiled corruption.
"They lied to me. I want to splash their light across the blackened sky. That way they can never lie to me again."
She laughed nervously.
"Why are you telling me this?"
He moved his concealed and suspicious pupil slowly toward her and held her gaze for a quick moment, snickered, and looked back down upon the dead, grey concrete.
"Listen."
"Stop it. You're scaring me. Listen to what?"
"Just listen."
The silence returned as eerily as ever. The haunting and possessed winds permeating the space suggested a coming violence. She began to tense as her body sharply converged to flee.
"I need to..."
"Wait. Can't you hear it?"
"Hear wh-"
She flinched and shrieked as a piercing and booming bolt of lightning sliced through the unlit air. Heavy rain and laughter followed in disturbing unison. He pulls out a cigarette setting it alight with a perplexing flame.
"Lying angels that roam across the darkness being met with terrific vengeance," he grins confidently.
Since his birth the night had never been his friend. In his most vulnerable, dormant moments it had readily struck him with unhesitant violence. During his youth, his parents, blissfully unaware of the wicked night, would, in an attempt to rectify the situation, recite verses off of a ragged, untitled book, exhibiting a fading symbol on its front page, that was believed to be written by angels.
"They had been summoned into the night through an accursed and deceptive ritual planted on wetted, dank tongue!" he exclaimed looking as if he was possessed.
His attention faded as he thought back to the horrid nights of mutilation and the deranged melody of that damned book.
Meanwhile, the inexplicable and bizarre sequence of events had left her in a state of untraversable shock. Her golden necklace swung conspicuously between her breasts and against her frozen body.
On it hung a golden, petite moon.
The nightmares were almost over.
The pendulum would finally cease to swing.
 

TheScornedReflex

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Round and round the garden, like a teddy bear; one step, two step, tickle you under there!
 
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Between me and you were our hearts opening

At the time our existences were harmoniously ringing

Eventually, we developed defectively with frustration settling

Then pop, my heart swivels until it drops to depths never felt before

"It's just a break" she says with a delay

"Okay" I say
 

Rixus

I introverted think. Therefore, I am.
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I like to write song lyrics now and then.

Here's something that's not about me (before you ask). It's what I imagined going through the head of someone I watched self-destruct once.

The Sting

You asked me why it died.
I asked you why you tried.
I asked you how you dare!
And you why even care?
You know it’s not your fight.
You really think you’re right?
Did you think that meant a thing?
No, it was just my chance to sting!

I’ll take you if you hate me,
I’ll hate you if you love me!
I’d wait to feel the sting,
But I just don’t feel a thing!

Do you think that you can save me,
From destruction by decree?
Try and save me from this hell?
I swear I’ll pull you down as well!

You asked me why it died
It was taken by the road side.
You think that was mine to give?
You think it’s my life to live?
What was taken won’t return,
And that’s what you have to learn,
What could tell you everything,
Is that I was tainted by that sting!

I’ll take you if you hate me,
I’ll hate you if you love me!
I’d wait to feel the sting,
But I just don’t feel a thing!

Do you think that you can save me,
From destruction by decree?
Try and save me from this hell?
I swear I’ll pull you down as well!

You think that you’re not worthy,
You wonder if it’s easy.
I’ll stand up on my own
When I’m ready to go home.
When that means a thing,
And not just my chance to sting.

I’ll take you if you hate me,
I’ll hate you if you love me!
I’d wait to feel the sting,
But I just don’t feel a thing!

Do you think that you can save me
From destruction by decree.
Try and save me from this hell?
I swear I’ll pull you down as well!
 

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Here, have another.
There's a bit more me in this one. Or, the old me at least.
Long ago. It's all about the contradiction of holding up emotional walls to hide while desperately wanted someone to see through them.

Your Heart Burns Cold

Your heart burns cold.
When all around you know they see!
Why can’t their eyes turn to you?
You’re shouting!
All they hear is calm.
You just want help to stand…

When your heart beat slows to andante,
You know you’ve lost resolve.

Please just free me from these walls!
Outside I see those greens and blues,
In here it’s all just black and grey.
You boarded up these windows,
While I’m still forgotten in this room.

Your heart burns cold.
When all around you know they see!
Why can’t their eyes turn to you?
You’re shouting!
All they hear is calm.
You just want help to stand…

But the angels. They see remiss,
They hear the smashing din!
The careless castigated hurt,
They know they can’t trust calm.

Your heart burns cold.
When all around you know they see!
Why can’t their eyes turn to you, now?

You scream in wordless mute!
You know that all around they see!
They know!
But they don’t comprehend.

Your heart burns cold.

I’ll stay in here,
Exiled from fate,
Just desolate!
Inside these walls!

I’ll wait for circumspect.
And when your heart beat slows to andante,
You’ll know you’ve lost resolve.
But do angels see remiss?

Your heart burns cold.
When all around you know they see!
Why can’t their eyes turn to you?
You’re shouting!
All they hear is calm.
You just want help to stand.

You just want someone to understand,
Why you stay here in this room,
Exiled from fate.
Just desolate!
Inside these walls.

You just want help to stand,
While your heart burns cold,
Just desolate. Inside these walls.
Your heartbeat slows to andante.
Do angels really see remiss?

When your heart burns cold…
 

EyeSeeCold

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Decisions, decisions I have visions of incisions
Digging, dissecting, inspecting, your present, past and future
When I finish up then I stitch it up with a suture
And left a hole so I could see right through you
Next patient, hmm I understand you can't afford the high fees
But you're in good luck, we're giving out free lobotomies in the lobby
Don't leave, you need more medical attention for the prognosis
Divergent mental dimensions, dementia, I induce psychosis
Neurosis, the host is toasted, electro-convulsive shock therapy for the hopeless
Don't even ask me what the hippocratic oath is
I wrapped it around medical marijuana and I smoked it
Just forget about a second opinion you can quote this:

Patients are treated with the utmost concern in my care
Welcome to the asylum I hope you like nightmares


There is no rhythm in text, the quality of wordplay is lost. :/

Greetings friend, I see you've returned
We've got the ice pick ready and there's much to unlearn
What new symptoms have you noticed? Any unusual sensations?
We just opened a new facility right down in the basement:
For psychosomatic disorders of the genital variety,
including libidinous hysteria and gender anxiety

Do not be alarmed by the pitch black darkness
Anything down there is... err, mostly harmless
Or perhaps you've gone mad, and need to calm down
We'll turn that frightening grin into a a dysthymic frown
But if it's something serious, something my colleagues can't handle
Then they'll send you to me, to the room lit by candle
Room 666, east wing, floor 3
Yes it's the one with more gore than Voorhees
Delightfully diabolic, you approach my throne
Of decaying carcasses of flesh and bone
Ah, my 12 o clock appointment, right on time
No more worries now, your mind is mine :twisteddevil:
 
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In which I attempt to describe my feelings for ...
Warning: terribly cheesy. I didn't know I had it in me to write such things.

I confess that at first
I was troubled and vexed.
And upon further inspection,
More than vulnerable to your hex.

Was it intentional on your part,
To make me so smitten with you?
Surely this cannot be right,
I'm not so easy to woo!

Which makes me ponder,
Indeed, it makes me think,
What makes you so special
That at your absence my heart sinks?

I've mulled it over
Countless times and again,
I've come to my own conclusions;
I believe I like you more than a friend.

But I digress- please listen!
It's not as you think,
It goes beyond the ordinary,
Perhaps we are in sync?

I'm perplexed and befuddled,
Conflicted no doubt,
And as time goes by
My feelings only continue to mount.

Perhaps they are romantic,
I can never be sure.
For my heart's a fickle thing
And its nature solemn and demure.
 

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lyrics for one song i'm recording atm

Test of faith

today i woke up in the morning
and i saw her face next to my pillow
she said to me, almost like praying:
"how hard is god with this life"
i didn't pay attention to her, i told her to go away
she vanished from my sight
through the window i saw her escaping
but in the hot sand i couldn't see her footprints
i couldn't smell her steps, i couldn't hear her voice
i couldn't understand what she wanted
i didn't want to carry her cross in my broken back

today i woke up in the morning
and i saw her face shaped in my clothes
i thought i was out of my mind
i thought i had left this world
and she repeated to me:
"sing to those people, night will arrive
you will wake up at dawn
it will be the last of your great battles

it will be the tune
that wakes up the planet
and cures the cries of the blind in pain
don't let your guard down
because dreams are waiting for you
or you will be by surprise
their next prey"

and now in the hot sand i can see her footprints
i can smell her steps
i can hear her voice
 

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new lyrics for a song

motto

among lost stares
people are looking for a clue to mark their way
and the signs that one day
were their mottos
today will become their delirium
backbone sunsets
earthworms and alchol
a tie that squeezes
the last drink in prison
what a wonderful idea solitude gave me
turn off the pulse
here it comes
the fear of control

what are you thinking?
when you look at me
do you see yourself?
or do you see a double life?
hundreds of medals
they hang from your neck
no one has seen them
they are not worth their weight

a stranger steps on the edge
he's the reckless one who always confirms it
puffy eyes, his lips are stones
and a word on fire
gave him the exit
he does not feel the pulse when jumping
he is not afraid of stories
no longer he believes in what he hears
only half of what he sees
it's about scars on salt
it's about the reality above the dreams
he is not afraid of stories!
you cannot see fear in his eyes!

what are you thinking?
when you look at me
do you see yourself?
or do you see a double life?
hundreds of medals
they hang from your neck
no one has seen them
where is their owner?
 

BurnedOut

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Evanescent, Reminiscent


Spent a day in front of the screen,
There was a spot where I couldn't help but glean,
You were soft and supple,
Our bond was lean,
Redolant scent,
It was evanescent yet reminiscent.

I walk through the woods,
Crepescular yet scintillating,
Remember how we held our hands,
How we were titillating ?
Redolant times spent....
We were evanescent yet reminiscent.

Fly paper planes cutting the breeze,
Pause for a while and turn around,
Shouted you, 'Freeze',
Remembrance frozen, deposited on that steadfast pine tree,
Sands of time squeezing through the pinhole,
We knew each other even before we bound our soul.
Redolant infantile scent,
We were evanescent yet reminiscent.

Stygian cogitation,
Heaps of pictures and books lying underneath,
The dark bags under my eyes,
Which lay wide open as the agape wineglass,
Trying to pursue fatuous strings of emotions,
Grasping one and mislay another,
As I succumb to the quotidian mess, I feel your lips on mine,
Saying,'Not Evanescent, I am undying and reminiscent.'
 
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