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To stoneAlone in the darkness -- coiled up.
Facing off against insurmountable odds.
These shadows cling to the very flesh
that embodies my stigmatization.
I’ll endure this crown of thorns
Whilst stalactites freeze my heart.
I’ll smile the fakest of smiles,
hollowed out, devoid of meaning.
Till words no longer hurt
and heart turns to stone.
Miles DavisAs another Kind of Blue
Gave birth to a Bitches Brew
In a Silent Way, On the Corner
Just ‘Round About Midnight.
Surrealism sprouts from trumpet’s grace
A Novel Blackout: Pride and Prejudice I‘Tis said to be a truth universally acknowledged,
that there’s not a single man of good fortune
that doesn’t find himself in want of a wife.
the feelings or views of such a man..
be they so well fixed -- in the minds of the surrounding families,
that he is considered as rightful property for one of their daughters.
Under noctilucent clouds
cradling our world
We are the static disturbance
Heard on the radio
The white noise
The trembles and reverbs
Listened to, but never heard
We’re like a translucent wave cloud
A fading apparition.
We’re burdened with glorious purples
shades of scarlet, amethyst and grey
robed in palatinate blue
Adorned with emeralds and rubies.
Yet our padding is loosened,
Our clothing does decay.
As if drowning in a sapphire hue,
This abyss of emerald, and opal blue.
Our scarlet heart did turn to cloudy grey
Xarr Rakatth - Apocalyptic-Dream(Application)Name: Xarr Rakatth
Weapon: A cedar long staff that can be reduced in size for concealing purposes.
Personality: A recluse, he prefers to look from the sidelines before doing anything.
He has an overall gloomy personality. And doesn’t really care about anything – or does he?
Likes: Drinking wine and watching the world’s chaos unfold. There is beauty in chaos.
Dislikes: Injustice and being forced to put effort in things.
Fears: A crippling fear of dying, he’d do anything to safe his own skin.
Goals: Achieving stability in his life.
Fighting Style: Melee close ranged staff fighter, but with magical powers for long range.
A master tactician who plans everything, including his battle moves and spells on forehand.
Prowess: He does not enjoy
Quatrain IXI’ve witnessed teardrops form
Graciously sliding down that face.
Leaving make-up stains as a fixed embrace
Adorning the grimace of a woman scorn.
Roles“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts”.
It is true that the words were once said
Of a learned bard that
‘All the world’s a stage’.
We humans are merely players upon
The stage of life.
Yet, had you ever considered
Which parts you play?
Every person is the centre of their own show
But only a side act to everybody else.
Perhaps you are not one to
Discover gravity or find a new energy source.
You may never get into history books,
Never truly be remembered.
It may be disheartening but just think…
You could easily be a sideshow
That ends up inspiring the great artists.
Maybe you were the teacher who
Taught Einstein how to count or
Hemmingway how to write.
Maybe if you were not alive now,
It is possible that the human race
Could die out thanks to an invention
That you didn’t inspire someone to create.
Think of the peo
GravediggersPlowshares of bone entwined in small buckets of teacake, shadowing smiles going through the day,
Each taking turns for the doing, counting each broken heart with a cup of sweet lemonade,
Laughing for silence has no place, such a time like childhood to those with no hope for they
Are but asleep in the graves, drowning in gentle stares diggers still go about gathering crystals,
From the ground deep inside these fallen spirits….
subliminal messages i have found over the yearsMy Youtube:
the cleveland show talks about hip hop and the illuminati:
subliminal message in show called halem groove:
proof of the illuminati:
cloudy with a chance of meatballs tells you to fight the power:
subliminal messages I found:
subliminal messages found in dilbert and drawn togehter the movie:
subliminal messages found in spongebob:
subliminal message in phineas and ferb!:
My subliminal messages folder on deviantart:
The ShieldMore pain, more pain,
this way it's all you gain.
Forget about that frightening gaze,
use the fire, blue-eyed mage.
No more, no more,
there's no point like that to roar.
Even if the fear will daze,
remember your courage, blue-eyed mage.
Be brave, be brave,
bow-man can't shoot you to grave.
Forget about the suspicious haze,
trust in the shield, blue-eyed mage.
Don't fear, don't fear,
the danger's nowhere near.
Your courage will be your defending cage,
feel your strength, blue-eyed mage.
Dragon's Bane sneak..Silver metal gleaming bright
Lit by the sparks of heavenly fire
The stars so high
The sky so black
The knight clad in bronze
That cursed soul so dark
And black as the moonless night
And cold as the winder winds
He draweth the blade
So deadly and cold
To slay the dragon
So noble and bold
The Dragon’s Bane,
Cursed in the fires of the forge
Fires so bright
Lit by the dying spurts of flame
MaskThe mask you wear so no-one can see
The evil within that smothers thee
You portray to the world only goodness and kind
Behind closed doors the mask reveals what’s behind
The torment you bestow will surely one day
Catch up to you and tear the mask away
Exposed and vulnerable with nowhere to hide
When the real you is uncovered as the mask starts to slide
The abundance of layers that build up your mask
Only conceals the wrong-doings of your present and past
The love you portray is just a disguise
When all is uncovered, you’ll meet your demise
Your life of betrayal which you never own
Like a boomerang will hit you and you’ll be all alone
The lies, the deceit, the trail of despair
When the mask starts to crumble, you’ll be left standing bare
So heed my words, yes you in the mask
People already have questions to ask
You think you’re protected, but soon you’ll be found
And the mask you now wear will crash to the ground
Question, HereWhy does everything have to be this way?
Why can’t we root for each other,
and live for today?
There’s kids dying on the street
but we can’t come together
to save each other
every sister and brother
should get their due chance,
or as many as they need
to pull up their pants
and get their shit together.
If you ain’t got nothin’ nice to say
don’t say nothin’ at all,
didn’t your momma teach you
to love and accept,
maybe then we’ll all have some respect.
Root BeerDelicate ears;
with root beer in his hands,
walking towards his father's tombstone
on a hill and under an oak tree
where they used to stand,
he drank his bear
as his tears mixed with the alcohol
with no care at all,
he was crying
like a baby he was,
for he knew
that no one will ever scold him again
for drinking root beer for such a young age.
The Anthem of the Arts KidYour heart is pounding
Your lips are dry
Your voice trembles and cracks
It shatters and breaks
But you cannot hear
For the red hot blood in your ears
Drowns the world in its silky scarlet
20 pairs of glazed eyes stare
Back at you
Back at your awkward stance
And your shaking knees
You itch to glance
Over your shoulder
You itch to check the time
Has it been 3 minutes
Or 3 hours?
Or 3 days?
Meanwhile, I stand before
200 or more
Cloaked in the deepest black
Contrasting the blinding whiteness
My voice is strong, it does not bend
It certainly does not break
My stance is certain
Pour from my tongue
I do not stutter
I do not shake
But instead I wonder
I ponder how the majority
Fears only dying over this
Those who mock me do so
It is their name
Stamped to those words
But I am not myself
I have slipped into another skin
My thoughts are not my own
My words are stolen from the throat of another
Tell me, who do you know better than yo
EyesYour gold emblazoned eyes,
How they smile and cry,
They expose al of your emotions,
And all those feelings so full of meaning.
How they turn crooked when you tell a lie.
How they gape downwards when you are in a gloomy frame of mind,
How they gaze upwards when you are glad.
How they can stare into my eyes, and have their joy upon my heart shed.
Watery like a silver pool of light,
I would like to sail away into your seas of gold,
To explore, excavate, and find myself lost in your flawless mind so great.
Luring me in with a twinkling light reflected upon your eyes, used as bait.
Carrying your lashes like a skirt lifted upon the wind,
Elegantly, swiftly, freely blinking with a prolonged pace,
Only so you could freeze my heart for a split second and have me daze.
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