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unrequited disasterIf knowledge is experience
that time has saved for us
If emotions come from knowledge
why is it such a fuss?
If love is an emotion
then please tell me this:
Why did I fall in love
from a small innocent kiss?
My feelings can change
but my love will always be
Too bad that this will only
ever be heard from me.
Pessimistic OptimismTitta så vackert det regnar inatt
Detta underbara ljud glädjer mig så
Mot fönstret jag ler och märker att
Himmlen är sotig och ohyggligt grå
När morgonen vaknar och jag likaså
Känner jag genast att jag har allt
Vad kan man behöva när himlen är blå
Förutom en sjal när det är så kallt?
På bussen jag tar varje sega dag
Ser jag de två som borde skaffa sig ett rum
Lever fullt ut och skiter i vår lag
Men vem fan bryr sig när man är så dum?
De sommriga dagarna gör min skeva
Syn på världen allt värre än nu
Det är då jag känner "jag vill inte leva"
Men det är väl inte så mycket värre än du
Dirty ProfitIts time for a go-getter breakthrough
Do you like what you see in front of you?
In this chase we're having
Who is the bait?
I know you wanna talk but it's getting late
The tracks were never there
Its on you I'm depending
I see us floating, soaring and transcending
Bad Habit - Another VersionHitting keeps your anger gone
Drinking makes you feel so calm
Fucking makes your life worth what's-it-called
When I think about it
Pain goes crawling up my back bit by bit
Because your life has never seemed appealing so far
Those days have come
And they have left me
Lying here, I think I can see
Why my only hope was praying
That you wold come back and save me
I'm desperate after a year
I still am these days, that's clear
That's why I never miss a chance to fuck you up just a bit more
Cause I've already said way too much
But you know it's never enough
We are both misunderstood people
My actions are impulsive, mabye
But your'e missing out the point here
I regret that moment, yet
My fascination never fails me
Your stupid talk about "love" and "needing"
As if I don't know those words meaning
You sometimes make me want to start laughing
Those words you said, they've fucked my life up
Quite a bit, but you understand
What it's like to have someone this needed
Penetration"For now that I shall curse you with my meaningless emotions,
They shall haunt you when you least know when to react,
Like a stab in the neck, like the water in the oceans,
It will follow your every move, and that's a matter of fact."
MemorialI've seen many humans,
I've traveled 'round the earth,
I've been given one single gift,
Since the moment of my birth
I've talked to hundred pepole,
They've listend to my tales,
I'm enchanted by their art,
To the widest of the scales
I've experienced a lot of emotions,
And one specific holds my breath,
Though I will not tell him again,
I love him until my death
I've been convinced to never forget,
But always to forgive,
And the day that I shall die,
Will be my first day to live
I know so many pepole,
I call them all "My friend",
But one I never got to know,
Was the one life that just had an end
If I am not knowing enough,
Or knowing too much,
Then no one can explain
Who's heart this girl touched
Well, life goes on,
So does night and day,
Yet I cannot leave my feelings,
There is so much more to say
I'm sorry I didn't know you better,
I didn't even have time to try,
But I hope you're okay now,
And now I want to say Goodbye.
AlejandroI am a missing piece in your picture frame
One witch you can't see, but will question
I am a parasite without a name
My disease, your injection
My heart belongs to you
Well, the parts of wich are left
Yours, whos splits in two
She grabs one half, but it feels like a theft
You grabbed my soul a long time ago
But right now you take my whole body
I'll let you do so
Well, this desire we have is hard to disembody
I know that we are young, and I know that you may love me
But I wish that I was not the third wheel
Mabye in the future it will be only "we"
And I can be sure about how you feel
UntitledMy egoism and I aren't working together
It tells me to shout, and it tells me to scream
I tell my brain to "Shut yourself up,
for this you shall pay, 'cause it's not a dream."
For who am I to tell who they should be with?
Who am I to take the demand?
Who is then going to take the blame
For something so filthy done by my hand?
Not Anymore"I don't know...
I just don't know.
It's not like before.
It was just false happines I made for myself
But not anymore.
Before that I was in an eternal rollercoaster
But not anymore.
I fell asleep in a flowerfield full of roses and redberries
But not anymore.
These days, I wake up in a bed of needles, telling nobody to stay away
But not anymore.
I was open for the world, yet I wanted only him.
But not anymore.
The world still don't see that when I exposed my privacy, love, fear and hate
That I was not happy.
I was unwilling to close myself, because I wanted something
I created a monster for my own lust, so that I could just get
Away from everybody.
But not anymore.
I still, these days
Am way too much open about myself
But you just can't see it.
How To Show A Girl She Can Love HerselfWhen you see her cry
you get a rag,
a gentle delicate clothe
lovingly grasp her hand
and dab its tip
to dry each tear as they come
and ask each drop
why it'd leave
such beautiful eyes.
If she wishes
to be in the sky
Tell her to go
Take the sun ransom
And replace it in the sky
So you can see her every morning
and plead for her
To return each night.
When you see her scars
gently like you might
caress the broken wing
Of a dove
and remind her
that for every hurt
that she's survived
has only made her
that much more unique
that much stronger.
Show her that she is worthy of love
That she deserves the love
she fears to give...
show her so that
one day after you're
A Nail In My HeartIn my heart
There's a nail
Outside its core,
In my hand
There's a hammer
Leaving me a choice
To pull the nail free
Or leave it to rest
In the center of my soul.
And this nail
However deeply it stabs
Or loosely it traps
The litter of dreams
And hopes I've trapped inside,
Gathering them together
To be displayed like
A dying tribute
To a once loved species,
A once treasured creation,
Decides my fate
And traps my destiny.
And though I know the nail
Needs to be removed
To release my heart
Of its futile struggle
To hold a collection
Of dying memories,
Every time I feel the nail loosen
As I've grown to older,
Every time I grab that hammer
And smash it against
That obvious futilit
This isn't the type of love that deserves poetryThis isn't the type of love
that deserves poetry,
born out of an inability
to survive alone,
born from a necessity
to believe in a lie
I'll continue to whisper
in your ear each night.
"I'll protect you"...
A lie neither of us believe
and neither of us dispute
for fear of losing our only tether
to this decrepit existence
that we both fear so much...
this love isn't romantic
nor is it confrontational
its not comforting
nor is it disturbing,
It's merely there
sinking beside us
in the sea of life ,
that's gently drowning us,
we can almost breathe.
MeanI used to live a normal, happy life.
I used to go outside almost all the time.
Until one day…
“He” showed up.
His name is Randal.
A lot of people spread rumours about him.
Some say that he came from the depths of Hell.
Others say that he’s the son of Satan himself.
At first I thought that was a bunch of trash.
But I quickly learned that those rumours might have been true.
For the first 3 weeks, he punished me for every little error he thought I did.
After the 3 weeks were over, I asked him a simple question:
“Why are you so mean?
What have I ever done to deserve such a fate as this?”
He only smiled and laughed at me.
He was never the big talker.
He always let his fists and feet do the talking for him.
Why do you have to be this way?
Is it something that I did?
Was it the way that I drank my water?
Or was it the angle that I flicked my clothes out at?
Those people were right about you.
You truly ARE the son of Satan.
Passage of the Years Dear Titanic, beautiful sister of mine,
I can barely believe it. Today marks the one-hundred and second year you have been the unwilling patron of the sandy sea-floor. One-hundred and two years.... What is it like? It must be so very dark. So very cold. So very lonely... I cannot even imagine how lonely you are. There is no one to keep you company. No one except the 1,500 souls that died with you, that is. Do you still hear their voices echoing within your halls? Do you still hear the disconnected laughter that only spirits of the dead can provide? What is it like? You are falling apart more and more. The sickle of time is having her way
Oh the things I wishStress
Run away to Neverland I must
Free from horror
Free from hell
Free from the devils
Oh the things I wish
A throne of my own
Peaceful music played in the air
Live like a king
Just for the day
So ColdDo you know what you are, Michael?
You are cruel, callous
You claim you are creative
But clearly you cannot be
For you are just cringe-worthy and crass
Worst of all
You are cold
You are so cold that your heart is frozen to its core
You are so cold that your crisp soul chills the world around you
You are cold
You cannot deny it
I am cold
Let me tell you how cold I am
I am as cold as the frost on your window
You would gaze at it wondering what it was
When really it was nothing but a simple pattern of fractals
You added the mystery not I
I am as cold as snow
In a young boy's hand
Clumped into a ball as he throws it to his companion
Whom reciprocates the gesture
As it unfolds into a great battle of primal urges
But of course they see it as nothing more than fun and games
I am as cold as a cliche milkshake completely filled to brim
With two straws for two lovers who care too much
I am as cold as a Winter's lake ice
I may be thick but it is in this that I casually protect on-com
There's A Knock On The Front DoorI heard a knock on the front door,
and I thought it was my soldier,
but it was only a letter
that didn't have a sender;
just an handwritten letter
left by my front door.
There comes a moment in life
where the glass ceiling crumbles and cracks
under the weight of a summer storm,
where the beauty of the world
fades to black and white and gray
as you stare off into the distance
too numb to think
and too shocked to question why.
When everything boils down to a moment -
when your past and your future
collide with each other
and obliterate the present,
when the things you had taken for granted
and you're just left with an empty shell,
a blank easel with no paper to draw on,
while paint is being thrown left and right
but you're untouchable,
just you, pure and white,
yet blacker than the ash you walk on,
the remnants of the explosion
that broke your heart and soul and mind.
That is the feeling
when there's a knock on the front door
and you think that it is your
I AmI am a square peg, in a world of only round holes.
I am out of place everywhere, at home nowhere.
I am a white rose growing on a bush of pink.
I am the fear everyone feels in the dark.
I am quartz among glass, yet glass among diamonds.
I am an empty bottle of ink to a new quill.
I am a penny, forgotten on the street, walked over.
I am a king to no people, a god to a non-believer.
I am fire to a flood, a single match to an iceberg.
I am the best I can be, but zero times anything is still zero.
I am that, and never more.
PleaStarting off... Oh here you go AGAIN, again with your stupid declare.
No I DON'T wanna hear, I DON'T wanna see, and no I really don't care
About how much you love her, how much you touch her and talk to her instead of me
about why life is so wonderfull and "you are all I see"
So all that I can do is watch your stupid grin
as you fuck the truth outside, and leave the rest within
I know that time will pass until you realize
that all you say is heard, and most of all your lies
Will not be appreciated, but rememberd (yes, by me)
and not by that other one whom is the only one you see
When you walk home fom a hard day, and she's the one you find
ready for Left to embrace her, and for Right to molest my mind
Perhaps I should be thankfull for your thoughts about me
when you jerk off in your room, all alone, although I see
Your uncontious mind, your wicked brain that twitches to the slightest kind
of thoughts, images and jibberish, wich is verry rare to find
I must therefore be privileged to kn
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