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Turkish "The rest of Satan's body was stretched out on the lake of fire like a big whale---the kind that sailors, they say, sometimes mistake for an island and spend the night anchored by its side" - John Milton "Paradise Lost"
Tell me where you belong On a day St. Valentine was too young To even know what love was Such a love so strong For you I will wear no mask But on the first day St. Valentine saw That all he knew was wrong Such a heart knows no enemies And such a smile knows no hate Such beauty even the Saints do call As such a girl deserves it all As with you my love, every day is Valentines He whispered to her in warm embrace Let's go away from this place Away to the land of you and me The land of me and you Keeps disappearing when I awake As today is the day the Saint knew That he overslept past Valentine's Day On his day, St. Valentine celebrates with tears As for him loneliness sought ease On this day, St. Valentine falls to his knees Sometimes I think its just him and me On the last day, St. Valentine celebrates with a gun As it was he who lost his only one For she was afraid of love and devotion Yet only with a bullet is love a potion She didn't love me enough To wait until Valentine's day Instead she shot in my smile Before she turned and walked away They ask St. Valentine why he doesn't smile And he says its because the clouds are grey But when my mother asked me I said I couldn't wake up in time For Valentine's day
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
I Couldn't Wake Up
The reflection is my best friend It has become my reality The ultimate anti-universe Showing us if there is a up There must also be a down The reflection puts me in another universe I am now the observer Of my ultimate anti-self I am the ultimate third person view Harsh sounds echo in the back noise They die out with sinister As the first note twingles my soul The harmonies breath into the air The notes match up with their partners The protons meet with electrons Equilibrium is reached Peaceful sounds Of a ****** story Please don't you ****** me Because I'm unprepared to die as you see But today I drowned her And now she is dead Every note reaches my ear I record everything I can now hear everything Equilibrium is reached I murdered the girl I love you see Because she would not marry me Next day as I was a runnin' home I met the sheriff standing at the door He said young man come with me and go Down to the banks of the ohio
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 2:31 AM UTC
Yes
Pitch black comforts usually fade into darkness Such an irony that presents an enigma Here to welcome you to the dark side of matters A reflective one with all faults in his stars One to wonder if he left his mind too early Into a forgotten landscape of manipulation For him too talented to simply observe the world around Pulling the strings speaks much more pleasure For one too bored by the concept of simplicity Chaos must ensue for his talent to shine Shadows must lurk for his hear to beat People must suffer for his eyes to open Control is the name of the game Over on the dark side of matters "Evil" doesn't explain the confusion within But rather just labels without knowing His heart made of thin glass Only looking for love Always in the wrong places The one thing he can not manipulate Will haunt him forever The heartbeat now dissipates Because his heart existed never Darkness aids my pitch black comforts A true enigma that speaks irony Here to bid farewell to the dark side of things And into a barren field so blue in color Yet so gold in elegance I stood inside the pitch black room Windows and doors lined the walls Different colored lights streamed through Each hole in the wall a new place Some were locked and barred down tight Others ajar and welcoming Some doors rusted and hard to move A few windows cracked and old I stood there thinking Pondering Which doors I should see What windows could possibly be The exits to this room Keys of all sizes covered the floor Some were easy to find Others heavy and cold And for some I knew which key went where But others I’d have to try over and over again The room grew dark as I stood And keys began to disappear in the dark Windows shut and doors slammed closed It was time to leave my little room I looked about and dropped to my knees Rummaging through the pile The darkness crept faster and faster Seeping in like liquid But then in an instance I heard a voice A faint calling from a window With panes of pleasant wood And as I neared it slowly creaked Beckoning me to follow A warm calming air came out from the crack The key was already in its place A key of bronze and solid build I gripped the edge and swung it open Just as the pitch black darkness enveloped my room And I lunged Right though that small window Where I found the most lovely field and sky With people I’d never met but knew from long ago A field of teeming blues A field of royal gold The perfect way two stories could be told.
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC
Color Wheels
Pitch black comforts usually fade into darkness Such an irony that presents an enigma Here to welcome you to the dark side of matters A reflective one with all faults in his stars One to wonder if he left his mind too early Into a forgotten landscape of manipulation For him too talented to simply observe the world around Pulling the strings speaks much more pleasure For one too bored by the concept of simplicity Chaos must ensue for his talent to shine Shadows must lurk for his hear to beat People must suffer for his eyes to open Control is the name of the game Over on the dark side of matters "Evil" doesn't explain the confusion within But rather just labels without knowing His heart made of thin glass Only looking for love Always in the wrong places The one thing he can not manipulate Will haunt him forever The heartbeat now dissipates Because his heart existed never Darkness aids my pitch black comforts A true enigma that speaks irony Here to bid farewell to the dark side of things And into a barren field so blue in color Yet so gold in elegance I stood inside the pitch black room Windows and doors lined the walls Different colored lights streamed through Each hole in the wall a new place Some were locked and barred down tight Others ajar and welcoming Some doors rusted and hard to move A few windows cracked and old I stood there thinking Pondering Which doors I should see What windows could possibly be The exits to this room Keys of all sizes covered the floor Some were easy to find Others heavy and cold And for some I knew which key went where But others I’d have to try over and over again The room grew dark as I stood And keys began to disappear in the dark Windows shut and doors slammed closed It was time to leave my little room I looked about and dropped to my knees Rummaging through the pile The darkness crept faster and faster Seeping in like liquid But then in an instance I heard a voice A faint calling from a window With panes of pleasant wood And as I neared it slowly creaked Beckoning me to follow A warm calming air came out from the crack The key was already in its place A key of bronze and solid build I gripped the edge and swung it open Just as the pitch black darkness enveloped my room And I lunged Right though that small window Where I found the most lovely field and sky With people I’d never met but knew from long ago A field of teeming blues A field of royal gold The perfect way two stories could be told.
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The lack of color reflects light visibly Darkness permeates my perception All chaos combines into infinity My mind becomes my invention I am not a monster it whispers Enslave my mind with the darkness and color Let me see this fabricated world For all the chaos it has to offer
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
Suffocating Whispers
I broke bread with the darkness The angels in Hell left me a rose Where my mind will now take me Heaven only knows.
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
Elysium
No clouds hang in the sky Despite those England rains Some say heaven just cries Some call it England pains Some say love goes away Some say its just a game All these girls in my life They say its a gamble of names One will come, one will go As clouds fill the sky True feelings will start to show Love will come, love will go The rain will start Then it will snow But no clouds hang in the sky Despite those lovely England rains And if no clouds exist Then my love always remains Even though it rains On those lovely England hills The sun still reigns And my love stays still Even though it storms On those pretty Florida trees Nothing can separate you from me
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Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
England Rains
When your world begins to crumble When the screams get too loud When things fall apart Fear the quiet ones As they know more than you do
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
Silent Fear
It had to happen It had to happen sometime I had to drag your body out of the woods Blood smeared with the stench till in the air I had to tug you by your feet While your hair still swayed in the wind I had to pull you into the living room Of the house your presence disgraced You left me because you are pathetic It had to happen sometime You had to die sometime As a life worth living Was a life you refused to live Coward.
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
Coward's Way Out
Oceans flow freely during the cold night My heart falls slowly, with your face in sight For with the moon, the ocean is gentle And with you, my life is assembled The birds chant loudly, morning during spring My tears flow gently, eight months they do sing The singing serves, to wake you from your dreams Every time I sleep, I see what could have been St. Valentine, celebrates with his gun I love you, today you were my first one And for Valentine, loneliness sought ease My heart stops, gasping for love at my knees
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC
Lonely Saints
Flashbacks and anxiety Reverse time to the mistakes The lies The false truths You distinguished between the two Reverse time to the frustration The second-guessing The self-criticism You always tried to change Run the clock forward A new man Yet same memory You now wait for the pain to fade Run the clock forward The time will change A new hour will come upon you Followed by a new day But beware That new day you cherish Will bear the same hour Thats when the flashbacks will arrive And anxiety will follow As even though time moves on The clock still goes in circles
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
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