Devil's Lair...
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This is a 200th reply in my thread... A toast to humanity...
Let's celebrate its blindness together with its ugliness... -
Failure to create
Add some water, add some spice.
Add some dreams into your life....
Mix of pleasure and pressures within,
fall of silence kill the game.
Handsome boys and pretty girls,
ugly shadows step by side..
Rise of sun and grope of night,
make you stronger to rip each heart.
Hug of love and need for warmth,
soon forgotten like a noob. -
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Toy soldier
Tear me apart, build me up again!
Like broken soldiers down the lamp,
tiny displays behind the fence,
the type of wonder you share with your friends...
Pick me up, and put me down again!
Through your rapid changing mind of suspense,
and to break through your parents' line of defence,
to share in common
what your friends understand...
Look me up.. Dye again?
Through the waters, dry again!
like a seasoned fighter on defence,
through the legs of others,
muds and stains...
Bring me higher,
on display again... -
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Drunken porks
Talking porks,
speaks of liquor.
Roasted clots
make its bitter.
The true display of flesh goes what's beyond the skin.
Dancing porks
laughed at bacons.
Slabs of fats
with no eyes,
no brains.
Miserable porks...
Drowned and forsaken... -
Hmm. Why pork? I prefer chicken.
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Pigs in its worst state?Originally posted by DeadPoet:Hmm. Why pork? I prefer chicken. -
Uneventful
A white house on a white hill,
I walked along the line till the point
where the roof is a triangle and the people are skinny.
The sun shooting off its rays in its cool white sky.
The clouds are like cottons, just for decorations.
The details are slowly placed in to vivid the picture.
White people, round circle heads.
Appearing in the picture with carbon sticks.
A blank piece of paper.
A pencil.
And a wicked mind.
Just all it takes. -
Black spot
Bad luck...
Season again?
What we've once lost.
Is it coming back again?
Knowledge.
Unfold of the plans..
Seeing what the others can't see.
Are they blind again?
Steps.
Back where I was again.
Larger?
I just cannot understand....? -
Lost Identity
Excuse me sir,
I believe this is yours?
I pick up my face and take a look at myself.
This is me?
Can I recognise you...?
Excuse me sir,
but is this you
A question I would like to ask myself but ya beat me to it.
Is this me?
Myself?
Is this how I was developed?
Is it lost?
Not?
Gently I held up the card and look at myself... -
Melt
Faces you see....
Blended in by the things you couldn't see...
Their minds of tingling sensations,
feeding off their souls till wasted.....
Allow me to introduce myself.....?
That face... So familar yet so unfamilar....
If I have a true name,
would I wear it on my face?
If I have a face why doesn't it just melt away with the rest of me....? -
The Great orchestra
Listen.
Quiet whispers..
Listen.
Silent mumbles...
Listen for what's beyond that faces you.
Listen not within the walls.
Listen to time sing.
A beautiful instrument along with acts of extremes.
Listen to yourself.
Listen to others play their tunes...
Such is the magical symphony of life. -
Within the Walls
Don't let minds leech,the darkness that seeps through the wall...
Be blind light's deep,
don't linger on the thoughts from the floor.
Don't breathe.
Be quiet.
Don't crack.
Be silent.
Be locked within the monastery.
Not be buried beneath the souls.
Don't fight.
End it.
Thoughts which decay you too quickly.
Don't dodge.
Fight it.
But be still.
Not led by misery. -
Heavy lids...
Close your eyes...
Open your eyes again.
Get some sleep
before you open your eyes again.
Close your eyes.
Relax your mind again.
Get some rest,
hit the light again.
Close your eyes.
Open your eyes again.
What you see?
Close your eyes again.
Closed,
your eyes?
Open your mind again.
What ya see?
Empty your mind again.
Close,
you're mine?
Listen to mine again.
Closed,
your eyes.
You sure you opened your eyes? -
What happen to devil?
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End of road
You.
Resting on the red cold concrete slab.
Me.
Whispering sweet nothings into your ears.
You stoped chasing.
I've stopped running.
Leaf on the golden ground.
Rest.
Lost and found.
Dozens of people came to watch you die.
You,
finally liberated.
In the end
we've all gotten what we want. -
What happened?Originally posted by soulwinner:What happen to devil?
Your sister's ok? -
DIRTY
SHOUT FOR BREATH,
THE LUNGS IN MY HEAD.
THE BLACK IN MY NOSTRILS
RUNS DOWN THE PIPE IN MY THROAT.
GRASP FOR AIR,
THE PAIN IN MY THROAT.
ITCHING DOWN MY NERVES, MY SPINE,
ITS KILLING ME.
THE PLEASURES IT GIVE ENFORCED MY BELIEFS.
THE SHAPE WHICH I TOOK
FORSAKEN ME.
THE BRUSH IN MY MOUTH,
OVER MY TEETH AND GUM.
THE MASH OF WORDS
BLEEDING OUT OF IT....
THE BEING.
MY REMAINS
DRIED UP IN THE SUN.
THE REST OF MY FLESH....
LURKING....
IN THE DARK.
A TUNNEL.
A LONG COLD PIPE.
WITH MY MIND AND MY SKIN,
RUN CIRCLES OVER IT. -
Backwards
Cars
passed my bus,
rushing through
right at my back.
People like myself
walking aimlessly.
Minds wrecked
with a pen and a script.
Everywhere I looked,
nowhere as bright as the candle sticks.
Your blurry eyes.
My lies.
Quietly I looked at you.
You smiled at me.
Forgive me? -
One word
One word
is
all it takes
to
fill up my life
with inspirations.
That ONE word
is the start to all my creations.
If this one word is not enough to touch you
nor a story big enough to hold you,
allow not the many words which surround you each day to disturb you.
What word
could you use to tell your stories,
or to show when you're just simply lonely?
What word may be like a gift to you from above
which you'll gladly give to us.....?
That word which holds a special meaning.
That word which is not out of touch.
That word which never runs out of inspirations.
If she's not there for you,
what would have the world become? -
Sending the magic...
Send a magic bullet into
my life
to differentiate
between the truth and the lies...
Tell me
what's real and what's not,
what cracks and what doesn't?
Send me not many questions but just only an answer to the simple question WHY?
Tell me the story behind the stories,
show me how 'beautiful' the equations can be....
Tell me why we stay the way we are though we're not happy.
Constructed not by ourselves but the many more others around us...
Tell me if I can fill up more than just 1% of me...
Make that bullet tear through my mind....
Let the bullet guide through my face...
Let the bullet bring me to tomorrow....
Never the same again... -
Mad Mice Effects
HATE this world,
the world we live in...
Like an alien,
destroy it from within...
Hate the air they let us breathe,
the food they make us struggle to fight for.
UGLY it truly is from deep within.
Hate the time we spend to uphold its hypocrisy.
Hate the sewers we live in to suppress
the disruption of its beauty....
If it doesn't belong to us,
tear it apart..... -
Dead Notes
Stronger and stronger,
as you listen and suffer...
Stronger and stronger,
as the silence falls on your deaf ears...
As you scream
and you twist
in pain and agony....
Longer and longer,
the notes piled up on you....
Lighter and lighter,
as your fingers travel....
Faster and faster,
as your creation captures you...
So deep in your heart,
so set on your mind...
Laughters, oh laughters...
Ended fore the 1st note I scattered.... -
nice!