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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.
Tell me you see meTell me you see me...
Not the boy smiling
in the reflection of your eyes,
the green pool which
he had so readily dived into.
No, not that pathetic imitation
of joyful emotion
the authentic personification
lying at that boy's feet.
Can't you see me?
I imagine I must be there
though within the pool
of your eyes
I can only find
that deceiving mask of an individual,
from that disgusting imitation of joy.
Come you must see!
I am here!
Not the boy you see standing
but instead the boy
holding the floor
it offers me the comfort of closeness,
the boy shrouded in darkness
the obscurity that becomes him.
Tell me you see me.
Tell me you aren't bli
SnK/AoT: Lost Souls in the Snow (Eren)
An icy wind blows violently in the cold air.
The night sky above us is a black canvas.
This is going to be the end of me.
Faster, you filthy dogs!
Is what we hear.
Marching along is now long gone.
We are running; running like automatons.
I hear the sound of gunshots exploding from every direction.
I see and smell the blood of lost lives thrown across the snow.
I taste my own bitter blood that began to trickle in my mouth.
I can't feel my wounded foot anymore, as it was numbed from the frigid ground below.
But I keep hasting on.
It is the only thing my soon-to-be corpse could do; to keep me alive.
The others around me start to disappear.
Numerous lifeless bodies are spread everywhere.
Am I the only person left?
The moon stares into my soul, taunting me, watching me struggle in the darkness.
I am now jogging at a sluggish pace.
At least I'm still moving.
When is this hell going to end?
My form shivers and trembles.
Pain aches within my body.
you lack the need to let go;
but i am enough of a burden for both of us.
my ribs are in debt
and my heart was foreclosed two days ago
i love you so.
and sometimes i wonder why
i am so dumb and numb
because it's you
MeThere is something so tragic about me,
Something so few people will ever see.
Partially because they refuse to view it,
And partly due to the fact I hide it.
Nobody I've asked understands this,
That my love is deep, not shallow,
Seeking to love deeply, not just a kiss.
I love so deeply that it's almost a crime,
Upon rejection, my heart does hard time,
In a jail in which feelings are locked away.
Because it makes me ache with every word I say,
Entirely angry, and just at myself.
Never seeking anything other than love,
Because it feels like my heart is an empty shelf.
A shelf on which I NEED something to hold,
So I could say to it all the thoughts untold.
I'm left now, going completely insane,
And every thought truly is my bane.
Cursing this cruel thing called love,
It only succeeds in making me hate myself more,
And always hurts me, leaving nothing but stress.
Bleak empathyYour emotions cover my will in a sulfurous blanket
Even my thoughts trail off because I sense
What ache they are causing to you and I remain too weak
To confront the tumult of such feelings
That pinch my cheeks and my stomach
Reversing the bile to my throat and it's not out of friendship
That if I throw you into a pit of despair
Together with you I shall jump
GraveyardGrey. That was the color of the sky. The grass was green with water, a gentle rain flows in the air, the smell of water and pine fills my nose. The wind, gentle against my cheek, screams against the trees.
There are many buried here. As I walked the line I took the time to see all of their names, memorizing them like one remembers a fact...
So many, many names. So many who have come and gone.
As I walk, the sun begins to descend, fog and darkness replace it. Leaving me feel cold... and hollow. I stop walking. In front of me a tombstone read;
Cody. 1991- 2009.
I kneel, paying my respects to him. Laying the feather of a hawk on his grave. Seconds later, the wind takes it.
But it left the bottles.
The sun descends further, I hear the sound of footsteps. I rise, looking for who could of been there. There was no one. Only the cold touch of the wind, an
Quite DeadGoodbye, my friend of many a day
When golden rain fell from a sweating sky,
And we swam in the molten sunlight
-In the dripping, pouring of sunlight
As the birds taught our hearts how to fly.
Together, on some purple evenings,
We stuffed our stomachs as high as our heads,
And worry grew thin as the winter
-As starved as a mayfly in winter
To put it in other words, quite dead.
Goodbye, my companion of those nights
When tears ran races to reach my chin
As we stumbled upon reality,
A harsh, unflinching reality
Pounding at our hearts to be let in.
Side by side we ran the course of fear.
As bare as the bony moon were our souls.
But we always found the right answers
(Except when they were the wrong answers).
At least they patched up the gaping holes.
Goodbye, my comrade over the years
-Years that viewed us as poor pieces of art
And took us in sculptor’s hands to form
Our roughness into more perfect form.
They turned us into what we are now.
We laughed in the face of our heartbreak
on finding yourself.finding yourself feels a lot like losing yourself at first.
remember, that moment of free fall scares the shit out of everyone,
but part of becoming who you want to be is tearing up the foundations
and rewriting yourself.
it's facing down your demons instead of burying them,
it's learning how hard change is
change is the most difficult thing;
on the bad days,
keep your head up
remind yourself where you want to be
instead of hating who you are.
self-acceptance is a fragile thing,
learn to wear it on your breath
so it is the first thing you smell every morning
wear it in your ears
so you don't need to hear it from anyone else
say 'I am enough'
you are enough.
hold it up to the light and admire the way
it makes you grow like grass towards the sun.
Love And EvilLove so hard we try to find it
For it is lost in the chasm of time
Where it has been turned to stone and broken.
Broken into tiny pieces that fall between our fingers.
Scratching our hands as it passes and we wait for our piece
But oh that piece. That piece of love that falls
That small broken piece that we all hold onto so dear.
So tight that our hands lose color and our fingers go numb
Oh what we would do for just some of the love
The love that turns our world upside down inside out and backwards
But backwards love spells evol but what can be evil about love
Love sings. Love dances. Love makes you feel those feeling that you never felt before
For if you felt these feelings you would have felt loved
Is it this feeling that is evil? How we soar when we think of that special someone
Or how love makes us fight so hard that we bleed.
And we bleed so much that it hurts and it hurts so much that we die
How evil can love be for evil backwards is live
For we must live with the evil we must fi
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
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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