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Featured: The Devil Knows Your Desire
ManualThese words are designed to carry the operator
and as many passengers they wish to be carried.
Never exceed this capacity.
Some of these words are designed
for multipurpose use, not all.
If you can't tell the difference with certainty
don't follow them.
Pay attention to all unsafety messages,
they are not explained.
Not all words you will read here are based on science.
However science may be used to prove them.
These words are a challenge to master your life,
a challenge to adventure!
The reward s freedom.
There is no cage around you!
To enjoy the challenge as safely as possible
try to get more familiar with yourself.
When service it's required
remember that you cannot satisfy all of your needs
on your own.
Maintenance of your body it's important
as it is the carrier of your soul in this world,
but don't mistake luxury for maintenance.
Wrong handling of your flesh always result
in conflicts between body and soul.
There are no colour or other labels.
Find your limits step by step.
Chess MummyPinned me down, found me,
located the pillars to my world's gates,
you dominated my childhood,
you wrote it over with your story,
now I'll never be the same,
you made me love you,
and lust you through and through,
you gave it all making sure I knew all I was missing,
now forever achingly sick with it,
but I cherish your face,
here embalmed in all my disgrace,
the throne got tipped,
shift of willpower,
but I would never regret it, even a bit,
at least you know where to find me,
waiting as always here I'll be.
False protesterYou never protested to stop the war.
You protest now to save the refugees.
I don't believe that you mean it.
Clickbait (Gone Wrong!)~ A PoemOkay guys time to tell you about that one time I...
This is clickbait.
Damnit I forgot. Okay never mind!
Instead of telling you that story,
Why don't I tell you 11 Ways to use clickbait properly?
Here we go:
1) If you think anyone cares about you and your stories,
2) Well think again, because they really don't,
3) So instead of wasting everyone's time and your reputation,
4) Tell a story that's worth telling.
5) Tell us a story about how the real summer essentials you need is your brain,
6) Tell us a story about how the real life hacks you need is your creativity.
7) If you're going to use clickbait then use it well,
8) Make the actual content better than your title...
9) Because if your using clickbait then chances are that your title isn't really that good.
10) And finally, At the end of your content put more faith into the world,
11) Don't take it away.
Ode to YouI've written my world dry,
with ink it's an eye for an eye.
Wondered the other day about some things,
then remembered it's a blur on the other side where you reside,
wasting thoughts on the graveyards of long past yesterdays,
strange to really know what I know,
the journey always ends up back there somewhere,
it couldn't just be about the now...no, that would seem normal somehow.
Odd to have such an absence of caring,
swore I caught you staring,
throw it away far from sight,
nothing here worth sharing.
Important Notice!~ A Free verse PoemI'll never be your text notification,
I'll never be your snapchat story,
I'll never be on your instagram,
I'll never be your important notice
I wish I could be the one you drew inspiration from on deviantART,
I wish I could be the one you write about on Twitter,
I wish I could be the one that you reblog about on Tumblr
But I know that it'll never happen
Because I'm the update that nobody wants,
I'm the game that nobody ever plays,
I'm the app that's never been touched,
And I'm the blog that's never been seen
I wanted to be your rose gold,
But I was your silver instead
Collision Brought about by collision,
overriding sense of derision.
And tell me what is your decision?
And tell me what do I do with this incision?
Holding fast holding strong,
hope may last or it’s gone,
under blankets shivers,
under skies rivers,
takers make givers,
and takers make givers.
Brought about by precision,
caught out by mesmerism,
taken out with all the guests.
But do I know I have your best?
Or am I like all the rest?
Am I like all that I detest?
Holding fast holding strong,
made to last but falling headlong,
courage is for givers,
under cloaks are killers,
under jokes happiness withers,
I’ve got time to walk by rivers,
got no more heat to cure the shivers.
Holding fast holding strong
holding on to this too long
courage it withers
under this cloak a killer
Collision sung a cappella
Sins be UndoneThe angels' betrayal
Left God in chains
He has no more answers
For our world full of pains
The angels and demons
Take each other in hand
The deathly fruition
Of the rapture they planned
Only though death
Will our sins be undone
When there's no one left
Only then have we won
Do you wanna dance?Do you wanna dance
and hold my hand
and kiss me
and let me touch you
and again and again
and then drink and talk
and walk and smile,
and again and again...
Yes, this is what I want,
simple and easy
and you can answer with Yes or No.
It doesn't have to be
dirty, complicated, painful, dark, deep...
So what do you say,
Do you wanna dance?
Rose For The FallenAs Halloween approaches
I remember wearing a trench coat
As I clench an umbrella
Holding a solitary rose.. *~ 🌹
In reverence of souls who have
Passed on too quickly, their days were chosen
Leave them underground ♪
Babes who breathed new life, suddenly their lungs had stopped
Those who lived a prosperous journey, fallen to a long sleep
Death knows no age, no race
No height, no weight
Those who were good die too young
Those who were evil live too long
As so many of us have whispered to the ears
Of youth and of old.....
How foul and corrupt the mind of man has become!
♪ Them that whispered dreams that only poisoned us
Them that told us lies of their bravery
Them that preached of progress, and put us in the poorhouse ♪
Remember this night, that day
The holiday when last you shared with someone
The event when you exchanged smiles and laughter
Never forget the souls who touched yours
Acknowledge that th
Careless Dancing Under The Stars♪ I wanna party
I wanna samba
I wanna party
I wanna samba
I wanna party and live my life
I wanna party and fly~ ♪
I tip my fedora
To hide the redness on my face
Watch me twirl around like a ballerina
With a taste for hip hop and classical
My feet remember how to move
Dance across the floor as if it was
The easiest feat I could ever accomplish
Being cool has always remained my hidden motive
Until someone figured out who I really was behind the mask
He decided to challenge me
He offers his hand to me
Do I dare......?
We dance the night away
He is the leader
I am the follower
We skipped and hopped across the dance floor
Weightless with every step we took
Spins me with care and freedom
Leading me to an adventure I've missed out on
Dips me with caution and fire in his step
Sparks in his eyes as he gives me a subtle wink
At the end of the night
Our hearts had floated to the highest of heights
The footsteps alit with the greate
Wet WordsPerspiration or sweat depending on your orientation
words dehydrate as fantasy expels certain radiation
soaking up strings of charms
fondling over conjured temptation
not knowing if a jolt may wake thee
or indeed you need vaccination
the more free to fly the more unlimited the slime
wet words soothe those memories you never got to give
ease those worlds calling where you no longer live
quiet the routine with a roar from the unseen
dying for you to let them in
waiting like Dracula for an invitation
you can believe in death or reincarnation
you can believe you’re nothing at all
fluid words trickle into you and creep between your cells
waking your openings and saturating sleeping shells
sex may not be as high as the moon
but in a desert of stone
feeling something ascending the ladder of spells
will serve to remind
that if it means this much as the words drip wetter
the more you awaken it’ll only get better
Alive and Hell If I could have gone crazy I certainly would have,
could only watch soaking it in,
eyeballs pried wide,
couldn't sleep or die,
bleeding poison from the inside,
If I could have I would have hit the brink,
away I did slink.
SadistBet it causes him joy,
watching from his distance,
as she tears her mind apart,
back to the start,
devoid of heart,
as he squeezes out all her emotion,
she'll be his mental whore,
making him feel like the centre of the world,
because he is,
as the minutes tick by,
turn into hours, into weeks, into years,
dragging out the plot,
a willing victim,
he's never fought.
Mental TortureLet's visit awhile in this mental hell,
our collective myths we tell ourselves to avoid the nightmare,
they're hitting another dry spell,
here comes the monsoon,
I'll see you soon in our world,
on all fours,
slowly turning the wretched keys to all these attic doors,
I crawl within,
the hurricane of you,
and I grip to my anguish harder,
hoping the days go faster,
till the next time around,
to start the wheel of life again,
to yet again play in our cherished mental disaster,
here there is no servant nor master,
there is only harder and faster.
MamaMama forgive me,
I won't be coming home tonight,
It rained mortar shells while I was outside.
Tell papa I love him, and
I'm sorry I haven't called in a while.
I wanted to come back with a surprise,
That college degree I've been working for,
I got it mama, I wanted you proud.
But I think I'll come home wrapped in a flag.
I'm sorry mama,
I couldn’t run fast enough,
It happened in a blink, I swear
I couldn't react.
There was a whistle and
something flung me off the ground.
I could hear screams around
And I tasted blood in my mouth.
It really hurt mama,
I know I cried for you,
But no one answered,
Only more screamed bellowed
I'm scared, mama.
I want to hear your voice
But it's getting cold and
Another whistle is about
To hit home.
I'm sorry mama,
I think I lost my voice.
I can see your name
Blinking on the crac
A Cat FestIt's 6 am and you wake up to yowling
A dozen cats, endlessly meowing
In a saxophone solo played by kittens
who have no idea how to use a reed, nor mittens.
With no regards to your poor ear,
they perch at the rooftop in utmost cheer.
Loudly playing their symphony,
Disturbing your sleep, oh the agony
They care not for a frostbite,
despite it being -12 outside.
It's February, so grab a dutch and roll some indo,
there's a cat orgy right beneath your window.
How We Killed Winter.Well, we stuffed him with food until he died happy and very, very full.
Did you expect that we talked him to death? Or that we bored him out with stories about your Auntie Josephine to the point he shot himself in the head? Tsk, boy, don’t give me those puppy eyes; you're so naive sometimes.
Yes, we all loved Winter when he came home for the first time; gently carried in your momma's arms; his tiny little limbs, those cute blurb sounds he made...everyone was so attached to the little rascal. Oi, if you start crying now I am not going to finish. I know you loved him dearly, but I'll be damned! The minute he entered the house, bad luck started. First your grandma lost her teeth, then broke her hip, afterwards your momma started burning food despite being the best cook in the county and then you started stuttering like there's no tomorrow. If that's not bad luck, I dunno what it is.
Everything was Winter's fault. That's when we started trying to get rid of him, but he was the
The choice, The creationAny time
A single word
A single gesture
And a new Universe
Comes to life
Just one more
In this thing
We call existence
Journey to the StreamFor I am free of absolutes that can lead to regret;
Free of pain, suffering and guilt;
The desire to manipulate the ones I hold dear
The tendencies God may have built
This line I have recited, every day since I came
A day I was met, with forgiveness, love, and scorn
Unlike the place I existed,
Before I was physically born
Every morning I open my door, and gaze upon a beauty new
Today I see
A lush green valley, a clear river, and mountains in the distance
A sight so surreal, so divine
Could cause man to question,
The purpose of existence
I see my family and friends at the end of the river
I try to wade through
To meet them all,
But the current is strong
It demands me to fall!
Sudden echoes of loss,
Fill the red and starry-night skies
The river changes to a stream;
Before the truth of physical cries
I start to wade, into the mute, crystal clear stream
I will soon join, my friends and family
In an ever-changing, never-ending, dream.
Long BeforeLong before race, colour or creed was a breed,
the essence of spirituality.
Long before opinions, wars and flesh and blood there was something of simplicity,
something devoid of hypocrisy.
Long before you and I became the well behaved versions of ourselves here today,
we lived the freedom of only the brave.
Well before we wrote the script of what was to come,
we had lost integrity along the way,
in the mess we would play,
until we grasped again at the sense of what came before,
out of the physical we transcended through the open door,
embracing our spirituality once more.
ParcivalYou weren't born among the nobles,
You weren't born among the lords,
There's no power in your hand,
All your strength it's in your heart.
No armor, No sword,
No victory, No war,
But there's still one more sit
For the Table to complete.
Follow the brave man,
Into the forest,
The armor that shines
Your fate's awaiting,
It's not as it seems.
The Queen undefended,
Now stand as a Knight,
Your destiny calls.
Your master appears,
The armor that shines,
This is not your fight.
You can't run, You cannot fail,
Last Knight of the Table.
Sin and damnation!
The Dragon's awaken!
His half sister spell!
The Wizzard is sleeping!
Sin and damnation!
The King lost his faith!
The secret is lost!!
Thunder and Lightning!
The unholy baby!
Evil seed's birth!!
Sin and damnation!
The King lost his faith!
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