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AddictionEveryone has an addiction. A very own poison which slowly confuses, satisfies and then destroys the mind... It may be caffeine, tobacco, LSD, love (which is a terrible thing to be hooked on, I saw frinds of mine nearly killing themselves over this one, it simply ate their soul... But be aware, do not confuse it with lust), but one thing which terrifies me is the growing ammount of people who are fond of the darkness in their hearts, feeding its hunger with fear and death, just to become one part of the machinery of fear.
Most of them are not even aware of it, they get a kick by seeing tortured bodies, by feeling stronger because of things they never accomplished, not strong enough to escape nor to see they are powerless, and their fragile bodies fuse together to one chunk of bizarre, non-credible cretins...
This arrogance, this strength in numbers weakening them... It is the worst addiction of them all, leading to more and more of them zombies...
one little thing called lifeE They lied.
Go fuck yourself...
Drugs, drugs is all they Do These days
Calling me weak for having a Life
And Not hanging around
And Not taking shots, smoking pot, wasting blood and money
They are the people they never wanted to become
And i cannot help
For i Don't Know them anymore
I cannot kill them
They are killing themselves
They are killing my nerves
They are making their mothers cry in pain for they have lost their children due to a cheap drug, they are selling their brains for q cheap thrill
May god Bless the stupid and the bored
For i have no mercy on them anymore
The human formMany long nights thoughts have entered my mind.
The human race has become more than just a race...
It has become an oppression.
Men fighting men. Women killing women.
And that is not even violent yet.
Powerful weapons for everyone,
so that strong arms or minds do not even matter anymore
And every day, new children are born...
Asphalt is their new father
And screens are their new mothers
Even though it should be seen as a crime...
To throw an innocent being into this devil's pit.
Why should not death be an option?
To end a life before it can be tainted or worse?
To prevent a pure soul from becoming a part of this society?
It may be too late to save myself from this twisted hellhole...
But the insanity I have learned from the people keeps me alive...
Makes me stay alive...
For I have realized
That most people live like Zombies
Looking away and seeing neither good nor bad in their mortal existence
And instead visualizing another kind of reality.
ShardsI don't want to be the glass in thy hand
But still you drop me, see if I land
on the ground, or I break
Just by your will
Is it a joy or just a sick thrill?
And you still watch me falling, pretending you're attatched
And I fall to the ground, waiting to be catched...
Letter to nobodyAll of these days...
All of these days I have tried to talk to her...
Now my times are over, life has teared us apart...
All which is left for me is my words...
No experience, no happiness, but also no pain
For most of my feelings I have betrayed already
I really hate this life
Deep in the nights I try to clear my mind
From the picture I have made
The picture how I saw her
Maybe if I lose my sight
I will not be blind to fall for anyone
I will not make the same mistakes again and again anymore
But I run in circles. Spirals.
I run away from a problem
To repeat my actions
To repeat my mistakes I had made
To repeat promising this would never happen again
To repeat my mistakes
Over and over again
But if I think about it...
As long as my heart breaks
Even though I may never cry
It proves me I still have a soul
Watching each others step
Here and there
It's like a trap
A trap you can not escape
They are trapped, too, but they don't see
That trapped they always will be
Escape their God
Escape their good
As in their graves they rot
And still think they are free
Taking cattle for food
As soon as they see
What they eat
They want it to be freed
How hypocritical and stupid they act
They are not abstract
Truth about GodFollow, follow, follow
Your mind seems to be hollow
Do not think or act
It could harm, affect
Which lies in pieces
Under your feet
You are an empty sheet
Your mind following the path of every man
And still you think you can
Change your path? Feel my wrath! I am thee in who you believe
And i tell you: you will never recieve
My undying love
I am economy
The WeedDenied the spore which lay on the ground
The master did ignore it
But when human wandered, found
It might give them a clear hit
On their minds no longer
Clear pictures in their brains
But on the other hand
All their pains
Ignored, denied and
Soon they felt much stronger
Soon the weakest human was
Chosen to lead their land
But it was no friend, indeed,
A slow and stupid king he was
Soon he went and then he banned
The weed which gave them strength
Not the first, the tenth
In their row, he went and promised "I let it grow"
The weed, the weed, from the seed
It made forget me about
The things, the things, time repeats again, again
About the things I don't speak aloud
The things in life which always doubt
THat's when I fled from beaten route
No experience I cannot gain
The weed, the weedling, the evil deedling
Human take it, use it
Taint it, abuse it, makes a saint turn to shit
The spice supposed to stop my bleeding
Myself with poison I've been feeding
MadmanThis is the future
We see it, we know
It will to us show
Never what will happen
This is the day
Where you will not rest
Because God detests
The way laziness makes you stop
Stitch your wounds painful with suture
Into life's traps you will tap in
Throw all of your days just away
You are the bad seed, on your land nothing will crop
And you throw away thoughts
And you get some new ones
Not only one, I mean lots
Remember, remember that day you could have done better? It is too late to change, too late I say
You have wasted that one day
And not only one, many of them
The Family Has Been InformedBullets that are too far away to hear back home
But words that will forever ring just as loud in my ears
Delivered from the lips of a uniformed man
The sympathetic sentence any mother fears to hear
I turn away as if ignoring his presence
Will make this unwanted reality go away
But he repeats that he is sorry for my loss
Those words are the last thing I remember of that day
I find myself looking out of the back yard window
On the swings in the garden I still see my boy play
I am bringing drinks out to him and his brothers
Under the sun, on the grass, on endless summer days
Those memories like photographs in frames on the wall
Now show my son with a wife and child of his own
A husband and father torn from their loving arms
In to the mass grave-in-waiting of a war zone
His old bedroom was already a shrine to him
Even before his blood soaked deep in to the desert sands
We waited for him to return from his first tour
Knowing the boy we’d said goodbye to would come home a man
Young JanuaryI saw her at the local supermarket
She could have been no older than ten
She was buying some refreshing beverages
To quench the thirst of herself and her friends
On this summers day they had waited outside
Lacking patience they were shouting her name
‘January, hurry up we have to go home!’
From the shop young January soon came
Rushing past me at the speed of her childhood
My lonely heart skipped a beat or two
Either from her soft brown hair that touched my arm
Or the smile she gave as she passed through
Did I hurry through my shopping on purpose
In order to catch young January up?
Fumbling my loose change as I left the store
The cashier complained I’d given her too much
I feel everyone’s eyes boring in to me
So away from the store I swiftly fled
Knowing fine well that I should just return home
But something made me follow the girl instead
Pretending to read the receipt in my hand
I watched closely in the corner of my eye
Which way would young January be walking
31. FlowerYou, my love, are like a flower:
Delicate petals in heavy gale
Facing shower after shower
Of icy rain, snow and hail.
Delicate petals in heavy gale
Caught in winter's deadly cling
Of icy rain, snow and hail
Still you'll bloom in spring again.
Caught in winter's deadly cling
Facing shower after shower
Still you'll bloom in spring again:
You, my love, are like a flower.
LegacyIt is always the damn same song.
Always are the wrong people strong.
Why do they think that your way is wrong?
You’re asking yourself what is left when you’re gone.
Your whole world starts to spin.
Their skin and nerves are very thin.
Want to use you like a soldier made of tin.
When you know the only thing you can do is win.
Want to sort out because you differ.
If you don’t do as they say, they’ll get stricter.
They don’t want to see you as the victor.
The only thing left will be a picture.
When everything you see and hear is a conspiracy.
And everyone thinks that you are crazy.
You are unique, only once in this galaxy.
The words you say and things you do are your legacy.
The Cold, Hard TruthThere are no happy endings,
the fairy tales all lied.
Cinderella is still a slave,
Snow White, the Beast, and the Mermaid died.
Sleeping Beauty never woke,
Because Philip never kissed her,
Alice didn't find Wonderland,
the Rabbit must have missed her.
Peter's still in Neverland
with the Lost Boys, growing older.
The Snow Queen's heart didn't thaw,
the world keeps getting colder.
Rapunzel is still in her tower,
her long blonde hair gone gray.
The captive princess has lost hope,
there was no prince to save the day.
Falling StarsTwinkle, twinkle, the stars fall down
Down into the ocean, where we shall drown
Over and over until we awake
In a place, where we will break.
Your tears are the stars and your smile the sun
There is no happiness, for sorrow has begun.
Run, run, child! Run away now!
Please do not do this! Please do not allow —
Bang! Bang! The gun goes off.
So, child, let those stars takeoff.
My Spyro AnthologyA Spyro Tanka
Caring and faithful
Yet relentless and mighty
Destined for greatness
A Cynder Tanka
Gifted black dragon
Turned away from the dark side
Our hero's lover
Though swift, lethal and fearful
She hates her bad self
A Dragonkind Haiku
Civilized and meaningful
Home to all of them
A Spyro and Cynder Acrostic
Special and so
You never know what he can do with his
Of fire, electricity, earth, and ice
Along with a former
Nemesis from the
Nightmare to our hero's
Dear with so much to
Endure as she
Rages with wind, poison, fear, and shadow
A Malefor Acrostic
Means to bring
A dark age
Leaving us for dead
Evil spirits living
Forever in a world
Of empty space
Ruled by a corrupt
Spyro's Dark Destruction
He was cute and sweet when you first knew him
Now that he has grown
His strength is unknown
On his enemies with huge obsessions
The fire he breathes is filled with aggressio
OldOne learns in life that there's nothing to be learned.
That once you won everything there is nothing to be earned.
That all your lessons in life were unconcerned.
Memories and pictures in the attic must now be burned.
One thinks that there is nothing to think about.
Because the things they think are now allowed.
Because they are stuck when they want to be unbound.
When they want to lift themselves off the ground.
You'd never thought your young heart could grow old
And when the unspoken truth is being told,
You're labeling them as bold, heartless or cold.
You're scared of death. After all it's foretold.
Judy, with her box of matches, obsession with matchlock pistols,
And her passive resistance to hatchways with over-intricate latches.
Jennifer's cerulean crystals are ultramarine in the dilatory sheen,
Of the lacerated foil-like car-crashes she watches for sensual sensations,
Mindless-stimulation, pulsations, compliant undulations:
The discreet and susurrant sounds of agreeable vibration.
Joni strokes bones and licks tendons,
She's an inlet for suggestions, an anchorage for connections.
In the absence of relevant utensils, she stencils outlines:
Sketches of Skeletons bereft of Flesh but bejewelled with Carrion,
A decay that elevates Jennifer's day from the Realm of the Mundane,
Through new levels of punishment, discipline and pain,
Again and again, new pain. (Cool down with a hot carbine).
Again and again, into the Realm of a Dark Mind.
A Dark and darkening Realm of reverse hitches, slo-mo sex scenes,
Death games, blue flames, quick-fixes for itches and slow-release endor
We are ApocalypseA bright fire in the sky
Women get raped, some people die
They call it sun, they call life bright
Whilst i am waiting for the night
Kids battle each other with guns and knifes
Just after their start they end their lives
Fascists again gain political power
Whoever voted for them is and idiot or coward
Robots are roaming the street
Working for energy and heat
Whilst being blind, until their graves
They will be just some zombie slaves
I watch it happening every night
I would not say that future's bright
In this world of misery
There is no real nice place to be
Children going insane fast
Drugs, every breath may be their last
Armies fighting global wide
No one cares nor asks them why
This is hell? No! It's here and now
The world, a madhouse, just like every day
People don't realize, might lift a brow
And believe not a word i say
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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