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UntitledThe fire inside me rages.
In anger I burn myself.
Oil in the water continues to corrupt my soul.
Ash and debris melts my skin away.
Erupting inside and out
This volcano explodes causing chaos and destruction.
anger resides in us all
WingWing on my shoulder
angels will gather and save your soul
never let you go
Angels all around us
saviors of all
Angels we thank you for the light you share
Protecting our lives from the troubles and the madness of this world
we pray that the world will get better and the spirit listens to the poor people
Bless the weary and the weak the mute and the people that use there hands to speak
This life is hard as we stated before
love is what you need how can we say anymore
Angels are among us
wings on your shoulders shelter you from the pain and the sadness in your heart will be brighter and together we pray for the days and the nights be safer and brighter.
Everyone has a wing on their shoulder.
BandedI'm banded not branded.
These colors on me are tricky and defined.
What you wouldn't know would blow your mind.
I'm king yes its true.
I'm the friendliest of the few.
over the rivers and tampered hills.
It is my cousin the coral that kills.
If you see me eat another snake don't be alarmed
I'm the King and that's my charm.
Tyrannical SuspicionsTyrannical Suspicions
In the wake of the systems.
Time to make some bad decisions
life is short for this earth is burning.
Inside its heated core its boiling the water over
one more tear for the mourned.
To many ashes for the flames of disposition.
Each composition of art is full of emotion.
Pull my heartstrings now for its skipping a beat.
Wake me up now and get me off my feet.
Timed and aligned sometimes you can see my heart mend softly in your arms.
These tyrannical suspicions wake the mind.
Anger and love subside.
When ever your around me this world is alive.
This explosive energy is getting to me.
Sending electrical surges into my soul.
I can't control the raging storm that forms clouds.
Pulsating convulsions of static.
Starting to panic inside these electrical currents
Standing in the sound burst.
Turning the gears releasing your electric explosive static.
You put your arms around me
Electricity forms surrounds us
Electrical storm lightning is formed
As it comes down it cinders t
Dragon Rail Cylinder.Dragon rail cylinder
Atributes= dragon ore mined from the dragon statue.
a whole new type of ore called dragon ore.
This ore has colors like black gold and green
The green type is grass,black is shadow, and yellow is light.
Mixes other crystals to make a unique elemental flames that can be performed through the dragons mouth and smoke comes out of its nostrils to make it more powerful.
the Dragon rail cylinder comes equipped with a double rail that looks like a rose with the main attribute you want in the middle of the rail and the weakest attribute that you want to use on the edges.
Looks like a pistol from the distance.
(Green dragon ore)Type of dragon ore that uses plants like the rose to its advantage by sprouting thorns and toxins through contact also makes a carnivorous plant or venus flytrap that traps and eats enemies whole.
(Black Dragon Ore)Type of dragon ore that creates a thick smog like smokescreen that blocks monsters also creates shadowy doppelgangers.
(Light Dragon Ore)
Tricked OutTricked out.
The sun is out.
the blind is open.
Look outside the mind.
Release your grief and doubt.
Set the mood
Reset the stage
Dissolve your panic and disengage your rage.
Don't freak out.
Be chill and everything will go uphill
Find your Zen.
Leave the madness behind and rewind
Find your soul don't lose control.
Just be yourself.
Don't put yourself in a craze.
In a maze you might lose your yourself.
Be tricked out not freaked out.
Fire and the remedy.Time for the remedy.
serenity for the soul.
Time to rewind.
It's going to be alright.
Just be yourself.
Sometimes you have a fist full of war.
Hardcore never stop.
Fight the dark and shadows that plague your heart.
Let go of your hate and stay smooth and cool.
It's time for a remedy.
She's serenity for your soul.
Time to rewind.
Time to chill
Turn up the bass the beat is sick the noise it intoxicating.
Let yourself go in her arms
Stop fueling the fire.
Put down the pitchforks and the flames
We all have problems we all have dreams
Just breathe and let go.
The fire is burning on the inside
Put out the flames of hate and strife take control of your life.
It's time for your remedy.
Bring serenity for your soul.
Time to rewind.
Breathe and take your time and rewind.
Just rewind and calm your state of mind.
Strong And FreeOld wounds are like broken bones to many to throw away.You goons get away from me.
My fears are strong and brittle.
Can't take it any more I'm blowing the whistle.
I need to bounce back.
Repaired and sewn your minds about to get blown.
Gathering my pride take this anger from fear inside
Unleash this gaze upraised and rephrased from the mind time to divide and conquer.
Mindful and oppressed are we
These things which are meant to be
We people shall be free
Unchained unscathed and undefined
We are people We are free.
RedirectedCalm and collected
Is redirected by the toll of the world.
Your soul is all i think about.
When madness rains on the land.
Begin your soul searching gaze.
Lift me up beyond this blinding haze.
Alone in the darkness.
I watch this abyss fade away into a meadow.
Filled with laughter not sorrow.
Bravery isn't something that is borrowed
Great Fire of RomeCertain boys used to press their fingertips into my skin
as if they were cigarette butts and I was an ashtray.
They stamped out leftover guilt that wouldn’t burn away,
grounded it into my skin so that when it rained,
I could smell smoke and their brands of cologne.
There are burn marks on the insides of my palms
from all the times they held my hands with bonfires between theirs.
The scars on the inside of my mouth taste like copper and woodsmoke
from where they left their candles
as if I was a faulty altar.
They picked flowers from every garden my body
grew and left them at the feet of some makeshift effigy
as if they had given me a gift.
They burned me to the ground like Rome and dared to call my ashes beautiful ruins.
I have let people ruin me.
Then I found a boy who set my ribcage on fire
and illuminated my lungs with every breath.
His fingertips were fireflies
and my body was a warm summer night.
The lanterns on his lips lit up every corner of my being until my body c
1901, SomewhereI am tired of opening my eyes and immediately wanting to empty myself out. I am less like a garden hose, a vessel of water pouring itself onto death, these days and more like a watering can. I have to be filled up first. I have to be tipped head first, hands over knees, before I can give up. I run out, often.
And I know what they will say. It is not beautiful, in any way. The priests at my old church call it praying but I feel more and more like the mantis these days. Preying. I keep trying to climb trees that are dead in the hopes I will be the one who finds the one live branch. I am trying to find the one inch of live wick in my own self too. I keep cutting and cutting but I never find the green.
It’s all black in here, you know. I am less the color of obsidian and more coal, more the color of gray darkness. I am ___. I cannot even manage to exist bleakly enough to be called night, to be called eyes closed forever, to be called keyboard keys when no one is touching them. I am t
The future we won't haveDeluded by hatred;
The fights go on,
The wars don't stop,
And the suffer won't end.
People flee from their home,
Bombs and rockets only destroy
What humanity worked so hard on to build;
Now shattered into pieces.
With tears in their eyes,
The people mourn for the fallen,
Pray to the heavens,
But it seems all in vain,
Because no matter what they do,
The fights go on,
The weapons destroy,
Until nothing is left.
It only shows
That humanity grew cold
That there's no love in our hearts;
Replaced with distrust
And selfish thoughts.
Why is it so hard
To live in this world,
To be unique
And to coexist with others
From our own kind?
Why can't they see
That the future we build
Is one were we humans
Can't live anymore?
Inner StrengthYou feel it again
That burning in your breast
When you want to speak up
You know who you are
And you know the rest
But instead you hold back
Clutching to your sacred words like a cross
Don’t let it get lost inside you
Don’t let yourself go unheard
Like all those defining moments
You let fall through your fingers
You could have said something
But you chose to caress
The thought of another hanging on a moment
Passive aggressively taking control
Of a truth or opinion that is yours alone
Close your eyes and count to ten
This is one of those moments
When your life will never be the same
You can start again
And relieve your pain
If you would just speak up
You have the power to change your path
You can find the courage
To not hold back
It all starts with you
What do you have to lose?
1:40amthe empty-belly night sky rumbles
Lana aches in my ears
the curtains curl around lightning-flash
my fingers smell like smoke
and I try to sweep you out of my untidy head
but you linger in the corners still
like you always do.
life is the looming monster we never look straight in the face
afraid of its shadow.
I want to wrap my arms around you
I want you to be the future I am so afraid of
I wrapped my past around my fingers so tight
it cut off the circulation
i want to cut all the threads of my never-let-go
and let my truth stand as unaplogetically
as the scars I've let heal
I am learning how to never adjust my views for your approval
my skin is not an apology
this is not an invitation to walk over me
learning yourself is like learning a city
it is continually changing
growing out and shifting under
like our fingernails
or the sunset.
SomeoneShattered wide - a ragged tear,
One the soul cannot bear.
Crumbling mask - a gentle lie,
Hides a face that begs to cry.
Hoped not - a prayer unspoken,
Too many promises broken.
Nothing flies - a crow or dove,
Grounded by voids of love.
Sole survivor - a grain of sand,
Heir to a great drowned land.
Last breath - a man overdue,
Missing happiness he never knew.
Gnarled stump - a failed dream,
Only witness it would seem.
Wilting yet - a confession said,
And blades and rope dress in red.
Delightful Dreams“If you could do anything now, what would you do?”
After hearing these words I gave it a moment or two
And found that swimming in my mind was not the will to be kind,
Was not to end poverty or make a world so divine,
But instead to meet old friend, sister and brother
And let ourselves lose within the presence of another.
For none to control our talks
Or to mandate our attire.
For us to sneak out at night
And set a rebel flag on fire.
Perhaps just too freely talk
Or meet the friends I have yet to.
Oh yes! Simply to slowly walk
Amidst an urban ocean side view!
Perhaps Washington where I once shed tears!
I’ll walk the starlit streets with a date
Whose name I won’t remember in years!
Arm in arm,
Up and down stone steps and sidewalk paths,
Gazing over the shimmering waters,
Surrounded by brilliant architecture at last!
But though I desired to reveal these thoughts
In the presence of the asker, I knew I should not
For it is a sin to dream of such selfish t
Fearing the DarkCowering
in fear of an invisible beast
behind the counter
in the sweltering heat
at the chill down my spine
at the shifting shadows
out of the corner of my eye
to my own shallow breathing
from the monster inside
Remember Meremember the days when black skies didn't blot out the sun overhead,
a time where colors danced from the petals edge yearning for the light of day,
and ever in the effervescent dawn of morning sunshine burst hope,
the days when you stood for something just a little more then pity and self indulgence,
where the sweat of your brow was enough to drive away all sicknesses that ailed you,
where truth and justice weren't virtues but codes of conduct for life itself,
the bitter tides of fate binding nothing but a few paper books with rotting leather spines,
where being a hero started first with standing up for yourself rather then something bound by fairy tales and graphic novels,
you used to have imagination once and the places it took you where more fanciful then anything this reality ever could have offered,
and yet something about it always kept drawing you back in with a fighting fervor,
where being with someone meant less about sex and more about companionship,
and at the end of the day
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