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carbonrain May 2014
they’ve got no name for me,
i lost it to the wretched sea;
missing ship with no name,
waves of days all rain the same.

playing god takes its toll;
lost my little wretched soul.
oceans birth sea of death,
i’m only one left.

they've got no name for me,
i lost it to the wretched sea.
___

dying along the way,
better think of something quick.
sailing a long, long way,
the wretched sea guides my trip.

___
take my time, take a bow,
but only when you show me how.
missed a step, lost my place:
welcome to the human race.

blood runs deep, and the water’s cold;
never doing what i’m told.
mud is thick, conscious drips,
the low-light hanging moon dips.

they've got no name for me,
i lost it to the wretched sea.
___

dying along the way,
better think of something quick.
sailing a long, long way,
the wretched sea guides my trip.
Sam WG May 2014
Auras come and go
Perspectives find and lose their tone
In my brain there has been many shows
Different filters and colours of visions presented and grown
Certain vibes have been and gone home

Forgetting the emotions, the sheer beauty of conciousness
Is what keeps us on the road
Knowing that we are the Cosmos made conscious
And life is the means by which the Universe is able to understand itself
That's enough to keep my little ego in place
And stay running the race for another day
Marlon James Apr 2014
I'm afraid.
I'm a daylight dreamer.
Everything scares me.
Everything is so ******* intense.

I wish i was more like a stone.
I'm always alert

The silence is claustrophobic
I see everything with four eyes
The ones in my face and the ones in my chest
I'm sensitive

But i got to pretend i'm not.
People think i'm the exponent of manly.
Classify me as "cold".
But i cry, alone

I melt the ice
into tears and trade them for my fears.
Just because i'm big
It doesn't mean i'm strong
Marlon James, Porto, portugal                                            29-04-2014
Mitchell Mulkey Apr 2014
Who the hells'
Sick idea was it
To have men fight
Is this just used as entertainment
For the rich as the laugh
At the poor dying for their money
They say get rich or Die trying
Well what if you're dying for the rich
Who don't know the meaning of try
Then is it get killed or live rich?
Why must we do the grunt work?
Rich people are not an endangered species
And who cares if there are no rich?
Would it **** to have some balance and equality
I'm sick and tired of doing **** for the rich
And not getting a cent out of it
Cause in the end the money doesn't matter
Now do you wonder why gold is the same color as ****?
Akemi Aug 2013
Conscious creature
You opened your eyes
And saw into infinity
Beyond a vast divide

You walked with agitation
Under a circadian sphere
But in slumber lapped upon
A recursive lie turned fear

So you gnawed and you nibbled
You scratched and you split
Without a pause in your malice
Until reality thinned

Until the atmosphere bled
All life, light, and breath
And you were left with closed eyes
And vast emptiness
11:29pm, July 30th 2013

'to dream' or 'sentience is suffering'.

We can imagine things far greater than reality can give. Those unreachable things will blind you to all the beauty in your surroundings.

Inspired by: http://topshelfrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lacuna
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