Agony, EcstasyAgony. Pure reflection in the water. Cold was lake, it took my breath. Cold blew wind.Agony, Ecstasy
Ecstasy. Frozen lips touched mine. Cold was kiss, it took my soul. Cold blew wind.
GoliatDeep down there thorium tin twist thick tounge tap trust breath bomb buzz break brute defend destroy defy being talking doing doneGoliat
Night impressionSitting on the ground, at summer night. Running up that hill, feeling alive. Hugging the tree, living the dream. They are alive, or so it seem.Night impression
Swimming in the blue, mystic moonlight. Embracing the wolf in his midnight cry. Every night with moon, runing around. Every evening with stars, lying on the ground.
Beautifull bright starlight. Mystical blue moonlight.
Being alive with wolves in the night, With tree on the hill, under moonlight.
Devil played on the strings...Devil played on the strings of my soul, once again I was tormented, by hand of his infernal majesty, I was enchanted. Decade of dark days came upon. There was the dusk indeed, but there was no dawn.Devil played on the strings...
Devil played on the strings of my soul, As I withered away from life, corrupted with a pestilence of night. Plagued with desolate caress of power, pharisee, hypocrit, all that is sour.
Devil played on the strings of my soul, once again I was defeated, with his hand, I was completed. Scorching in the freezing gale. Crying with the carnal wail. &n
Not a PoetWe’re not a poet now my love, We’ll write nothing of turtle dove, Nor those who push and shove, To show affection from above.Not a Poet
Nor write how far we’d stride, To feel her warmth from inside. We think these things crass and snide, They’re just along for the ride.
So think us not a smith of prose, We’ll weave no tales about a rose, Nor shall we speak fondly of those, Who only dream to propose.
We’ll not harp on morning dew, We’ll not write of skies of blue. The only thing we’ll really do, is to liv
To Be An AustralianI’m a child of the sun soaked land Crossed by feet and sown by hand I’m a child of the drought-stricken earth Taking life and obstructing birth.To Be An Australian
I live among the rural land Cattle and sheep turning grass to sand Thundering across the hardened soil Growing fat at the farmer’s toil.
I live on the edge of the Otway green Ancient and knowing in depths unseen Wild and dangerous along the high-cliff shore Secrets it holds forevermore.
My voice has a twang of the laid-back pride An accent near impossible to tame or to hide My voice is shared by m
A Barren NightFact within dark fact rely Foul nuances taint the sky Bright as forests steeped in snow Longer breaks the floor below Grades of gray rape horizons As she longs for broken verizons Shallow lays their minds to rest Grave robbers of an empty nest Sink or swim I shall not fall Louder sings the birds at call Putrid reeks the King's domain Showered lightly, tossed in rain Forever shadows Dave's lament The perfect room for prefect rent Amber liquid burns going downA Barren Night
But soon shall problems twice abound Given work Chris shall not fail Come snow and w
The mirrorLooking in the mirror All that I can see The broken pieces, blood-red All that is left of meThe mirror
The mirror once so perfect A world that knew not fears No cries, no scars, no blood A world that knew not tears
But then I fell I broke I lost I cut I bled I died
I healed I held I tried I cried I fell Again I died
And looking at the mirror This image left of me So shattered, pale, yet living Not how I want to be
What used to be so perfect So happy, full of
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you burk.
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Hope is about expecting more than you are getting and wanting more than they tell you you deserve.
Giving them poison only hinders your relationship with you're friends.
It is not until we have broken who we are that we can truly see who we can be.
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c'est quoi, la normalité?
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Welcome to dA
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There is no patch for human stupidity
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