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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.
Delusion becomes meDelusion becomes me
it echoes with the listless duty
of confining me
within the horrid tyranny
of my own fiction.
There will be no coup
no revolution nor rebellion
no cries for reality
nor exuberance of freedom
only the echoes of duty.
The monotonous drown of forgeries,
atrocities, and apologies,
the dying screams
of impoverished souls
of fancy and fantasy,
the rapacious shouts
of fallacious joy over
the births of new yet
lovely children of fate and belief,
more loudly the gunfire
these shouts are meant to cloud
horribly loud in themselves
though they quiet some of the screams,
and finally the repetition
of my own whispers
,my own words,
repeating the implication
and imagery of every sound
as is my duty.
My duty t know
every tragedy and ever
The Sounds Of A DayThere is a man
who wakes every morning
to the sound of ticking,
tick tock tick tock
as he rises
combined with the steady creak
of truly worn bones.
He continues on
drowning the perpetual noise
with his monotony,
both hair and teeth
and two laces
with little bunnies of top.
He walks the empty hallway
to the rhythm of children's laughter
and closes the door
just as it turns to tears.
He arrives at work
brazenly ignoring the serenade of clicks
by a chorus of staples,
cli-click click click.
He is hard to seduce
but soon succumbs to it
wielding his own instrument
just in time for his solo,
rasping upon the stapler
long and hard till
he's finally released.
He runs to the elevator
Indie Wraps Around My EarsIndie Wraps Around My Ears
i like indie rap because it’s art
trapped under a stigma of astigmatism
which is probably why my favorite rappers
wear art frame glasses to see miss
and conception. or somethin’.
i like indie rap because i see myself
in the dudes who weren’t popular enough
to make it into the main’s ear,
soundwaves, or bloodstream
but those other weirdos
wearing sweater vests
with a gold cross linked round necks,
bow ties and nine fifty fitteds.
i like indie rap because i can whisper
broken assonance confused for direct rhymes
and snort lines and hide behind bars
and listen to prison songs
without ending up under the jail.
i like indie rap because i can repeat words
and look cool so words slice through eyes
like swords through irises
because i swore that i’d write
what sounds right and how i’d want
even if you don’t understand how i pen.
so even if my pupil can't pin
down these tones, rhythm, and space
we know tones sigh l
Relief. Relief, oh sweet relief
Miles and miles away
Now, like a nice warm bed
It floods me like the Nile,
Nourishing the irrigation of my veins;
Oh relief, tears of joy
And I will only be honest in this once -
I feared you had left already,
And I had not known you well enough
To understand this.
Today, I am happy
QuartzI am your enigma
I am all that you despise
I am all that you adore
And I never leave your side
I consume the world around you
I am every step you take
I hover just below you
And make your heart ache
I am everywhere and nowhere
I am alive and I am dead
I’m in your head and in your heart
The monster under your bed
I am the caresses you crave
And the kisses you desire
I am the love you deserve
The attention you serve
So I’m not so pure and clear
And I don’t have a golden sheen
My cheeks aren’t sweetly rosy
My purple grace is not mien
My skin’s not milky or sublime
I’m not even shiny gray
I am just a fragile crystal
Almost black from decay
All I could sayIs take care
No harm will be wish upon you
No hatred thrown at you
I will not run after you like I used to
I will not explain myself anymore
I told you enough
So take care
Almost and closeWhat is death but the lack of beauty
that I find in you and me,
the trees that accompany my poetry,
the sky that feels lost,
vast and knowledgeable as it is,
in front of my pleas?
Don't blame the music
sometimes, only it could seal my wounds
and stop the bleeding
but I've given some thought
to the new slate, a pristine name -
I could let my next reincarnation
bring truthful fulfillment
Confused sadness.So much pain --
Even though I [thought] I was prepared
Like - like watching old letters burn
That you kept from your parents;
Like a child pulling helplessly
on the string that once held
their favorite toy;
Or the empty food bowl
with the hungry dog beside it;
Or the woman who watched
her other half
sail away, knowing
she would never see him again.
I thought I could handle it
And I'm still trying
But there it is inconsolable sadness
A slow burn ripping me,
A freight train gutting me,
Splashing me across the tracks;
I just want it to stop -
Please don't go away
I don't want to lose
Hermes' Wings Need to be ShinedI'm replacing my eyes so I can stare at the ceiling
and watch as the cars' shadows run past
my window; I'm sick of this bed. I'm tired of this sickness.
I'm tired of being called diseased like I'll get you sick,
stay away from me.
You never left. You never left me alone.
I want to be alone, away from you who sends me endless messages
a day saying how I've done you wrong and caused you so much stress
that I've depressed you, and yet you still come to me with your
"baby, I need you"s; and I can't lie,
I've stretched myself far enough "baby", what you need
is to find someone else who will be your mother
because I'm done "baby"ing you.
I will not rock your cradle, or your world, or
your rocking chair when you get old 'cause god knows
I'm ailing from that motion and I'm just waiting 'till
I'm kneeling before toilet water because I've been struck with sea sickness.
Maybe I brought you good, but god damn it this
this is no good for me to be tied up by your threats of suicide;
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
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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