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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
I am a turtleI am a turtle
with the waters of hope
to keep me alive
and hardened to the touch
to protect a soft core.
I am a turtle
wrinkled, wrangled and dry
with a home on my back
and the world before my eyes
slowly growing nearer.
Fly little childChild of air and light
hiding within a cage
of leaves and twigs
why do you not rise?
One who hangs so near to the sky
has no right to neglect it
to return to the ground
and crawl amongst the worms beneath
like those you chose to rise above
like those who can only aspire
to be so near to the sky as you.
Child of feather and beauty
Hanging between wonder and despair
to do not hear the sound
of your wings' sadness
do you not hear how they weep?
How they beg for a return
for a chance
to bask amongst the clouds
for which they were meant to see.
Children of wonder and sunlight
will rise above your chains
of fear and hoplesness?
Rise and fly
above me , above the Earth
above all of us
and let us watch
from the shadows of your wings.
will you fly for yourself,
will you fly fo
Lipstick Stained KissesMy best friend used to tell me
"Leslie Dianne, I love you and I hate you
all in the same breath."
I didn't understand what he meant.
So I shut him up with lipstick stained kisses
that tasted like my last cigarette.
He was the first boy I ever loved.
Since we were children we made blanket forts,
we played outside and counted the stars.
We both had troubled childhoods.
Left with the bitterness of abandonment, and the memories of verbal abuse
we looked in all the wrong places for love and comfort.
I was 14 years old when I learned that happiness is found at the bottom of a bottle.
Instead of making blanket forts we poured shots.
Slippery nipples, kamikaze's, Irish car bombs, liquid cocaine, screaming orgasms, tequila slammers, you name it me poured that shit and let me tell you,
I can slam down shots like I slam fucking poetry.
but now instead of playing outside we played with each other, no longer able to count the stars because we couldn't see past our blurry double vision, sky in a haz
Shattered StarsBroken glass shines under streetlamps like glittering stars,
Like distant lights from far away,
Pulled from their seat in the heavens,
What force could of pulled these stars from their places?
Razor sharp beauty, glittering like forsaken diamonds,
Dashed apon the ground.
Refracted a thousand times,
In the tiny mirrors,
Each with it's own reflection,
A thousand copies of me in the glass.
As I leave, the shards twinkle behind me.
Shattered stars smashed apon the concrete.
AbuseIs this even friendship?
I have no cuts and scars to prove the abuse
But it is still abuse.
I have no bruises or broken bones to prove the abuse
But it is still abuse.
But I can assure you
the cuts and scars and bruises are within.
Secrets are hidden from me
Lies are told to me
But is there any love for me?
My energy is being drained
My mind is being played with
My emotions are just a game
I am being manipulated.
It's been going on for too long
My anxiety and depression gets the best of me
That I often get abdominal pains.
I may not be hurting on the outside
But it hurts very much inside.
As I am hurting, my love for this friend of mine slowly
Is this emotional abuse?
Mean StreetsHe walks the streets from day to night,
surviving the chaos that looms left to right.
Small children cry to him for his sack lunch,
and he cries too while they solemnly munch.
Every corner bringing a new reason to hide,
and fear the laws he knows he must abide.
Surrounded by frustration, agony and decay,
and people who don't deserve to live this way.
He walks to get work he know he won't find,
every day is a journey to the unemployment line.
Each man standing from the front to the back,
all don their own form of veterans cap.
They have fought for their country and end up here,
broken and defeated and determined to persevere.
The dirt and the filth is what its all come down to,
and he wonders if he'll ever get through...
He bows his head and mouths a silent prayer,
in hopes that someone above will wake up and care.
He longs to wake up to a world filled with green,
where the streets are not darkened and mean.
He longs to see past the blackened smoke stacks,
past the dying children and
A Noble WarHow noble and proud the government's must be,
to stick to there principles as the innocents flee.
How stedfast and honourable dispite the misery they cause,
to see such suffering yet carry on without pause.
How brave and courageous as there missiles fly,
to stick to there guns as children die.
How righteous and happy there ghosts must be,
to haunt the rubble in there land's of the free.
The ButterflyA wonder of colors,
Sprawled on delicate wings.
Awe struck glances,
At the most complicated simple things.
Inspiring and glorious,
Charming and enchanted.
Ducking and diving,
Even flying slanted.
Bursts of yellow,
Flashes of blue,
Flares of orange,
They glimmer and shine every color hue.
So small and tender,
So shy and free.
Floating along in the breeze,
Just as happy as can be.
People overlook them,
Pass them by.
But some people appreciate these majestic creatures,
And help the ones who are broken fly.
There's not a moment more precious,
Then when one lands upon your finger.
You fill with pride and joy,
Feeling the trust linger.
Hold them gently,
Let them fly.
Observe them carefully,
And learn the regal ways of the butterfly.
Does not see
One that lingers
On your lips as
You get drunk on the
Ghost of her
Fleeting presence, her
Faded footsteps are like
Thunder in your chaotic mind
Does not hear
The inebriated slurs in your
Voice, they are the
Bridges connecting the
Notes of another
Mellifluous cacophony that
Sounded better in your
Head but when
You get drunk you
Tend to forget such things
Does not feel
Heart, it is pumping
Blood with enough
Through it to
Knock you dead, but you
Are too busy showing
Off your best dance moves,
You don't even care
Does not care
About whether or
Not you will be
Sober enough to get
Yourself home the next
Morning, she is
Not your designated
Driver, she always
Leaves before the
Night is over,
She always leaves
Does not know
You have no
Choice but to
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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