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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
How To Show A Girl She Can Love HerselfWhen you see her cry
you get a rag,
a gentle delicate clothe
lovingly grasp her hand
and dab its tip
to dry each tear as they come
and ask each drop
why it'd leave
such beautiful eyes.
If she wishes
to be in the sky
Tell her to go
Take the sun ransom
And replace it in the sky
So you can see her every morning
and plead for her
To return each night.
When you see her scars
gently like you might
caress the broken wing
Of a dove
and remind her
that for every hurt
that she's survived
has only made her
that much more unique
that much stronger.
Show her that she is worthy of love
That she deserves the love
she fears to give...
show her so that
one day after you're
This isn't the type of love that deserves poetryThis isn't the type of love
that deserves poetry,
born out of an inability
to survive alone,
born from a necessity
to believe in a lie
I'll continue to whisper
in your ear each night.
"I'll protect you"...
A lie neither of us believe
and neither of us dispute
for fear of losing our only tether
to this decrepit existence
that we both fear so much...
this love isn't romantic
nor is it confrontational
its not comforting
nor is it disturbing,
It's merely there
sinking beside us
in the sea of life ,
that's gently drowning us,
we can almost breathe.
to build an unfaltering homeshe taught me how to read, so it is best heard: http://sta.sh/0128k459sdil
only with you
can i mock
the utter idiocy and lack
of sense about how
the pacific is a warm-water
anomaly to the poetic iciness
of her experiences.
only with you would i
wish for karma
to take a luscious bite
of my fictitious Adam's
apple and my unfreckled,
skin; with you, i believe i could
sit for hours, watching in disgust
the utter power time can have
over the end of a crackling
(yes, you would,
at best --
it is enough)
we have chopped, killed
and savoured all our victims
in the comforts
of our too-virgin, too-clumsy,
fancy different giggles
and killers of time but you,
my home of a friend, you
wish the same foundations
that built you from scratch, (casting
your brother off a piano bench, stepping
on that one butterfly,
singing me that one song,
Elephants, coffeepots and second chancesI remember that conversation we had
about the meaning of eternity
how long can it last
one single blade
Even your smile
shining at me from a picture
looks different everyday
I remember the clouds
how you saw an elephant,
how we laughed
because to me it was clearly
But in the end
even the addicted pachyderm
like our laughs
like our promises,
everything lasted enough for a memory
enough for us.
I don't know
how can I ask you
a single day now
if an elephant
stands between us
if last time we talked
you weren't there.
Among withered grass,
water, pachyderms and coffeepots
I think it's clear,
what eternity really means.
Mr. DevilAnd she’s standing in the flames
Setting fire to everything
And all the pain
And she’s watching it burn away
And her lungs are brimming with
And the devil
Doesn’t want her to live
Because he thinks to live
Is to be evil
But evil is backwards
And the devil is backwards
And he’ll never really live again
And he’s just selfish
And a fool
An eviL deviL that once liveD
And would kill
To do it again
And nothing is really keeping her
From leaping into
The deep end
Where she can’t swim
She’s just looking at her reflection
As the devil hangs over her heart
He’s trying to drown her
Trying to keep her down with him
And nothing is keeping her from her hate
And her pain
But she’s standing in the flames
Setting fire to everything
And he’s supplying her with match sticks
And he poured gasoline into her lungs
Into her veins
To burn away her insides
Like she’s trying to burn away yesterday
The Practical List and the Bucket ListWhen I was four years old
My mom and my dad
Told me that I could be
That I could do and be whatever I wanted to
And I believed them.
And other moms and dads
Told their four year olds
The same thing
And those four year olds believed them too.
And when I turned thirteen
The guidance councilor had a one on one with each kid
And she asked:
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
And she handed me a list to choose from and told me to circle one
And I remembered
What my parents said
And I remembered what I wanted
But I didn’t see it on the list
I saw everything but what I wanted
So I asked her what was wrong with the list
And she gave me a steady look
Her glasses dangling on the bridge of her nose
And I raised an eyebrow and said:
“Well, why would anybody ever want to do such boring jobs?”
And she laughed
And she asked:
“Well…what do you want to be?”
And I smiled and said:
“I want to be an arti
The Rain WhipsersTake the whispers, they run in rain
Running, running down the pane
Windows, panes, glasses, scratching
Whispers, whispers, words are catching
Pounding ears and pounding drums
And still the window panes they run
Streaks and colors, clear and loud
So much silence, so much sound
Tears and laughing, so much noise
So much silence it seems to poise
Empty rooms and empty halls
Pounding, sound waves, on the walls
Voices catching on my ears
Like so many spider webs I hear,
Scratching, running, whispers, pain
So many palms covering sounds again
Listen, listen the rain it speaks
The noise so loud, the words so weak
Hear them slither in my ears,
Like so many rain drops and so many fears.
Whispers, whispers they run in rain.
Forever, hear the sounds again.
No EscapeShe wears her scars like armor pretending she won't give up but when she's in the moment she isn't quite as tough
They know just how to break her and love to see her pain it isn't just a pastime it's their favorite game
Even when it's over and she can finally be alone the screams and cries still echo the event now set in stone
She wishes for an ending just waiting for it to stop but the torture never ceases because it's contained with a lock
I Defy You
Click play and take it away.
If you were the last person on this earth I would not take your hand
I would rather die than be aided by you - do you understand?
Do you know what you did?
I gave you my trust and my loyalty then you screwed me up and got rid
like a piece of newspaper you threw away our friendship
at a toss of a coin - you let it flip
there is a side
you made your decision when you left mine
'Cause you left me to rot
after all we've been through together - for what?
to stab me in the back, to cheat and snide?
do you feel better now you've played with people's lives?
You have hurt me, but you have lost
a friend that would of stood by you no matter the cost
they beat me down - but you gave me up
but it hardened me now - and you're a weak pup
No spine, no backbone, you only care for yourself
so in the end you're gonna be alone crying for help
and I'll have an army of brothers at my left and right
all of them lion hearts, never flinching, together we fight
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