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What I See In YouYou just don't see it, do you?
You squint and you fret,
Rejecting every compliment-
Every one that you get.
So let me say this once,
And don't push it aside.
You're a vision- I'm dreaming...
With my eyes open wide.
You're warm and sweet,
On a scale of one to ten,
You're about ninety nine.
And I don't expect you to believe me,
I doubt that you do,
But you add splendor to this world.
If only you knew.
You're a blessing to see.
A privilege to know.
You're not normal, but unique,
If you don't mind me saying so.
There's not a gem quite like you.
You're a multifaceted jewel-
Iridescent and awesome,
Gorgeous and cool.
If you hear something different,
If you believe it and say
"I'm nothing special",
Please don't think that way.
They don't know you.
They don't know true beauty at all.
They see just dead leaves
While I see the wonders of Fall.
I wish I could give you glasses
Or unveil your eyes to see
Just how stunning you really are
And how much you mean to me.
MuteAll these years in your shadow.
Has kept me where I am today.
I'm not here to just keep quiet,
But there's not much I can say.
I saw you sin.
You shared the hurt.
Do you see what you did?
You left a stain before you left.
You should know-
Are you stupid?
Are you happy now?
I may never be.
While you live your life,
Your sins follow me.
And I can't say why,
Why I keep blaming you.
At some point my heart
Has got to give out something new.
Because the pain you left,
I shouldn't feel anymore.
If all that's left are scars,
What am I crying for?
I live my life in silence.
Isn't that how you made me?
Or am I the one holding me back
When I have strength to break free?
No, I'm not sorry to you.
Not after all this.
If you're expecting me to care,
Then you must be brainless.
Because the memories I hold
Got me here to this place.
My past, because of you,
Has just brought me shame and disgrace.
I had innocence once.
Slowly you took it away.
And I blame you for that
Because I relive it everyday.
ShyTerribly sorry I didn't arrive.
I know you were waiting,
But I made it as far as the winding drive,
Where the dirt meets the gravel
And there I sat.
The edge of each shadow I traced with my feet,
As I paced for a while making my speech
In the dead of night as if you could hear.
I said what I meant too far from your ear.
So sorry I couldn't stay just to see you tonight.
There's a reason for my absence,
Know that I do care,
But I couldn't stand to face you.
Even through thick panes of glass,
And, yet, there's a reason for my pain, alas.
I couldn't ask you to dance
Or be swift to whisk you away-
I couldn't risk marring your beauty
By my bumbling display,
But know I was here and I'm not going anywhere.
My friend, you're a vision, and my own heart's snare.
3 a.m.I'm up.
Can't close my eyes.
My head hurts...
Hope the pain dulls and dies.
Not another sleepless night.
Please come Sandman.
I won't put up a fight.
I can't sleep.
Why oh why?
It hurts to think.
I want to cry.
I hate you so.
Let me sleep.
Let me go.
Thinking of him.
I wish he'd come.
Save me from myself.
My heart's lonesome.
You came so fast.
My sleepless night will soon become the past
My ears are ringing.
I can see the miserable day this night is bringing.
No one to talk to.
No warm hug from a lover that's true.
Give me more time.
More time to sleep.
The minutes roll on
And the hours creep.
Stop the clock.
Close these eyes.
Sleep like a rock.
Yours TrulyWhat if I left and never came back...
Would you miss me? Would you think of me?
Tell me the truth- do you want me here with you?
I still want more although I expect less.
I drove myself insane one night thinking 'if only'-
I grew to be so crazed by this thought that I had to put it in pen.
I've been hurt and discarded before and, frankly,
I don't think I can bear anymore...
Especially from you.
If you don't love me that's okay,
But please don't tell me to turn off my heart.
I don't think it's possible.
I know you could have someone
Better, prettier, and more worthy...
If you agree, please don't tell me you do.
Why do I still hold out hope?
Maybe you'll love this quirky girl- but for how long?
Please leave a note here, a love letter,
If you could fathom loving me.
In the meantime I'll love you from afar as always
Our StoryYou told me you had a crush.
That, when you see me, you get such a rush.
You called me often and stayed on the line.
You promised me one day, someday, you'd be mine.
You told me you loved me a dozen times.
You sent me some lyrics and a thousand rhymes.
You told me your dreams and what the future would bring.
You typed our story- even before you bought a ring.
We talked about things we shouldn't even mention.
How you would only leave my side by divine intervention.
I was so indecisive. We are still so young...
But you were always there and to me you always clung.
Still somehow you got tired of my rollercoaster heart.
You got off the ride and we quickly came apart.
But now you tell me that you regret that decision.
That you miss me and that our story is under revision.
All this comes when I had made up my mind.
That I would be free of you and our lives unbind.
We're not friends anymore, but I still have your heart.
Which is why this is one of those stories I wish I didn't start.
Rock-a-byeYou wicked trees, don't cradle me.
Don't dash to pieces the love in me,
For fear I'll fall and no hands will bury.
Don't rock me, please, my life you carry.
Abate the winds and silence the night,
Bring back the sun, let it burn bright.
Wicked trees, you bough you break,
Please be strong now, for baby's sake.
Treetops don't sway, don't cradle me,
Branches be kind, hear my plea.
Hush my sweet child,
I'll care for you.
I'll sing you a lullaby I pray won't come true.
WaitingDo you hear the thunder in the distance
Did you see the storm before it came
Does it make you exasperated
When people mention my name
Can you tell me where I went wrong
How many years ago
Were you holding out for that moment
Just to say I you told so
Even after the fog has lifted
And everything is all clear
After the war is over
You forget im still standing here
But you wonder how
I'm still nowhere now
And I haven't gone away
You spent your years
And I fulfilled your fears
Still here I am waiting
Waiting for someone like you
Waiting for you to tell me
What I'm supposed to do
I've dug my shallow grave
Hoping someone would come and save
But nobody seems to care
Although they're very well aware
What I need
I need a savior
I need the love you never gave
I need the attention
You never thought I'd think to crave
I just want to know you
To know your still by my side
Because after the day has ended
It's with you I still abide
And that's all I've ever wanted
BetterYou touched, ever so softly, the best I had to give.
The smoothness of your fingertips I'd never soon forget.
And that's it- That unforgettable hold you had on me.
I remember the trap of arms I entered-
The lure of belonging.
It didn't take much.
Just a sigh of "I love you" upon the neck
And I was sold with the belief you gave me;
The illusion that I gained your respect.
You went searching.
I should've known by the strange tone in your voice,
That moment you had the epiphany,
Wondering, "Was I the best choice?"
How many I love yous...
...Can you hear before you grow deaf to its meaning?
Over and over I play it back in my mind.
Did you mean to say the things you said?
Was I the only girl you could possibly find?
You somehow found another-
Daft and as blind as me.
I see she's nothing like me,
But, hey, as long as she's pretty...
I thank God for the clarity and all my good sense.
It's because of you I don't bask endlessly in gloom.
I thank you for the severed ties and memories I can'
You're not sorryYou're not sorry
For what you did
You're not sorry
For what you did not
You're not sorry
For what you caused
You're only sorry
That you got caught
Il est temps de partir, infants de l’aube grise
Il est temps de savoir, ou d’aller à la brise
Nous fûmes sœurs de sang, d’âme et parfois de corps
Mais la nuit nous priva du repos dû aux morts.
Comme la feuille au vent, nos racines sont sèches
Fiancées aux tombeaux froids, mariées aux ravins rêches ;
Sous le soleil Corinthe, et Athènes et la Pnyx
Sous la lune le Nord, et l’horizon d’onyx.
Marchez, blêmes infants, découvrez sous la terre
La triple damnation accablant votre mère,
Prenez garde en entrant dans l’antre du passé
Son goût pour le sang froid jamais ne s’est lassé ;
TranscendenceI'd like to be the sun as well as the moon:
for me to be star-crossed and tragic.
I'd like to be remembered, and legends be true
And be regarded, above all, as magic.
Let mythology be damned, they'll worship me so
For they hardly even know.
Let mythology be damned,
Let mythology be damned,
Their song and dance will be quite a show.
I dream of the day I'm fire within the ice
Encapsulated in all my splendor.
But maybe just a marble statue will suffice
As long as they gaze and worship in wonder.
The shrines will come and the offerings will flow
And the cults will branch in droves.
The shrines will come
The shrines will come
And wide-eyed followers will come in tow.
It'll be easier to be a martyr
Because there is no hard work for me.
I'll just need to pose with my dog and armor
I'll receive a holiday, you'll see!
Like water in amber, I will be memorialized
And become the spark in your eyes.
Like water in amber
Like Water in amber
Becoming an idol is a clever disguise!
The InquisitorBy right of God
The Holy Spirits
And the Church
I shall shape the world
A world bound by unity
Where none is an enemy
A world expelled from evil
Where no demon roams the earth
My sword fighting the fire
That defies my belief
A scorched stake
The end of all my foes
By right of God
The Holy Spirits
And the Church
I have shaped the world
After the FallWhere teardrops have fallen
flames will also rise,
they are invisible angels
obvious in demon eyes.
Silver Slips and DancersIt’s there in the beaten mirror she holds
In broken hands she cries of a defeat
The night will take her before she grows old
And they will cry, “narcissist” in the street
There, she dances softly on the surface
And shows the swan what it means to pirouette
But she cannot break exteriors face
found so ashen from the year’s cigarette
They will write books about that wayward girl
Speak of once easy laugh and softest eyes
That such light could be consumed by this world
should show that both bones and beauty will die
Pressed fingers to lips form a last cachet
In silver, shard veils, sashaying away
Bhraitheann An Ghaoththere is no longer such a thing as the noble title of
when tainted with corporate conceit
the stench of which is embedded by a fetid education
and encouraged by the false prophecy of a system
suggesting reward for 'good' competition as the pride of all being
when in fact it contaminates and putrefies all things associated with
this succubus chant of capitalistic patriotism has become a lucid stain on humanity
the word – patriotism – used in false triumphancy by resigned and cowering souls
or against that small mass of inquisitive human flesh that understands and demands
the symbolic fake will never be accepted
please, oh please, oh supreme being, help us
march to a drumbeat only when the drummer is truly known
and pounds and thrums and exemplifies the demand of a
that will never skip to an inconsequential beat
by the unethical goosestepping marching band leaders that now control
the sunday morning reigns
of proselytizing whores
with political capita
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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