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Vyas Apr 22
~ Splean ~

Go through the woods,
Go through the pine needles, berries
And onto the rainbow.
I'll be looking for you,
I'll follow your tracks till I pay in fullest
My debt to nature.

It is rumored we're all alone on this earth,
We'd buy into this, but we've heard a pistol
Up close.
I do wish this body kept singing along,
But lakes in the eyes are scarily freezing,
Now froze...

Tie up all my loose strings in a knot!
Time of trains? Along the rails did it walk!
Time of ships? To the seabed did it sink,
And only seagulls, only seagulls are there
To steer through the heaving waves and winds!
Everything there was to learn I've read off of prints,
Everything there was to say I couldn't put to words!
This wonder of wonders is unutterable. Look,
I really meant to make it through the woods  
Along with you, but something holds me strongly
Where I am.
I wish your body kept singing along,
And I'll be looking for you always.
Amen.            

How many roads run from home to home -
Only God knoweth this!
How many stones lie 'round us,
And it's, again, a maze.
I do puff a lot but, through the blue grey of smoke  
I see the world as it is.
Sometimes, I happen to see your face.

In the emerald grass,
In the emerald grass there show ruby poppies,
There shine pearls of rice grains.
A plane's flying past,
And from high up it signals: “No worries,
It's going to rain.”      

It is rumored we're all alone on this earth,
And we look up to the sky –
It's way too high, way too deaf.
I wish we caught the plane, all to make off  
From the Earth and never give it another try.
I do wish we left...        

How many roads run from home to home -
Only God knoweth this!
How many stones lie 'round us,
And it's, again, a maze.
I do puff a lot, but through the blue grey of smoke  
I see the world as it is.
Sometimes, I happen to see your face...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CavuNx_9OmA
Delyla Nunez Feb 23
“But I do know one thing though
*******, they come, they go
Saturday through Sunday, Monday
Monday through Sunday, yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Til then just sit your drunk *** on that ******' runway, **.
But I can’t be your Superman.”
My favorite artist. My favorite verse. How I feel today.
karly codr Jan 7
written in my soul
are song lyrics.
not mine,
i can't write.
but the lyrics
of songs that saved my life
that saved who i am
that kept me going on bad days
and made me even more excited
for good days.
Vyas May 2020
~ Su **** as rendered into Russian by Igor Golubev ~

Rain and stream were singing all night
Their droning, mournful tune.
Morning breeze blew in its rhyme,
This may have frightened the moon.
So lackluster and sad are all things,
At least, that's what they seem.
I'd really love to take a few sips
From the clear murmurous stream.

I'm on my way, and I'm worried or bothered with nothing
In my lonely, lonely boat - through the splashy waves it is cutting.

I walked all around the wall,
It's a distance of thirty li.
And everywhere, far and near, I saw
Shiny colors going bleak.
Only thickets of reeds spread out like seas
Whenever you throw an eye.
I'm steering my boat, and it appears
Like a petal, frail and light.

I'm on my way, and I'm worried or bothered with nothing
In my lonely, lonely boat - through the splashy waves it is cutting.

Hardly seen is the fisherman's hat,
Almost lost amid the reeds.
Snowy white bush of his hair
Also peeps from under it.
I'd really love coming closer to him
To say my hello – alas!
I've scared seagulls just to see
The fisherman vanish at once.

I'm on my way, and I'm worried or bothered with nothing
In my lonely, lonely boat - through the splashy waves it is cutting.

Nature's breathed a new life by breeze,
Into all kinds of things it went
And into what we love and bond with,
Of which, alas, there's no end.
I came ashore whilst wind and boat
Kept on arguing, muffled by reeds.
The river's torrent rapidly tore
The reflection of clouds to bits.

I'm on my way, and I'm worried or bothered with nothing
In my lonely, lonely boat - through the splashy waves it is cutting.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IpbsEwbdCnE
chichee Dec 2018
The morning light shines a lifeline-
escape is what I need.
but tell me if I run away,
How long will I bleed?
I'll give you my best side
tell you my best lies.
Go on and light a cigarette
Set a fire in my head tonight.

Ever thought of calling when
You've had a few?
Spitting out this talk 'cause all I want
is you saying
Come over here and sit next to me
I'll run to you till I
Can’t stand on my own anymore.
Hoping, praying,
Wasting borrowed time-

Capsize,
I'm first in the water,
Too close to the bottom,
With eight seconds
left in overtime-
It’s not love,
but it’s better than
dreaming.
All lines are lyrics from my favourite songs: Fumes- Eden, Grave Digger-Matt Maeson, Trouble- Halsey, Cross My Heart- Marianas Trench, Capsize- Frenship, Over My Head- The Fray, Honey-Johnny Balik, Do I Wanna Know-Arctic Monkeys, Homemade Dynamite-Lorde, Sit Next to Me- Foster and The People
<music>
<en-nan nin nin en-nan et dan>
It's the Bra-Hi STOMP,
             COME ON, COME ON, COME ON!
<music>
It's the Bra-Hi STOMP,
<music>
...a pen, a floor, A CAGE,
             It's the Bra-Hi STOMP,
<music>
ON THE FLOOR, down you go-oo,
            It's the Bra-Hi STOMP,

It's the Bra-Hi STOMP,

Caught in, caught in, caught-up again,
            It's the Bra-Hi STOMP,

It's the Bra-Hi STOMP!

COME ON, COME, COME ON!
           It's the Bra-Hi STOMP,

ON THE FLOOR, down you go-oo,
            It's the Bra-Hi STOMP,
<musical break>
.
.
It's the Bra-Hi STOMP,
             COME ON, COME ON, COME ON!

It's the Bra-Hi STOMP!

<fade out>
A slow lead-in to a longer heavy metal jam. 'Bra' southern slang for brother so, "Brother I Stomp."
Feeding the earth,
            -Blood!
Feeding the sand,
           -Blood!
Feeding the oceans,
           -Blood!
Falling from skies,
           -Blood!

The soldiers...are left to rot!


Weapons of war
       men of war
                        soldiers at war,

LEFT TO ROT!
SOLDIERS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT!


Weapons of war
       men of war
                        soldiers at war,

LEFT TO ROT!
SOLDIERS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT!
Relics of war are left to rot!
LEFT TO ROT!


Feeding the earth,
   -weapons of war!
Bleeding in sands,
         -men of war!
Feeding the oceans,
               -left to rot!

Weapons of war,
           -feed the earth!
Men of war,
           -bleed in sands!
Soldiers of war fall to earth!

SOLDIERS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT!
RELICS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT!

<musical break>


Weapons of war
       men of war
                        soldiers at war,

LEFT TO ROT!
SOLDIERS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT!
RELICS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT!


RELICS OF WAR LEFT TO ROT!
Death metal song lyrics.
Kristina Weeks May 2018
Where am I?
What path should I take?
Begin this new life waiting to die?
Or turn back...to my old world?

Am I still stable? Or am I being consumed by the chaos?
Is this truth that I’m seeing or the fabricated delusions of insanity?
Just one step away from that finite darkness.

The uncertainty and despair it snatches at my ankles and neck like chains. Pulling me towards the wall of doubt. This sour taste of fear bleeding out of my mouth. It threatens to consume me now. Truly already so lost. This bird without wings trying to fly but fatally falling from grace.

So long I’ve been staring and searching for some semblance of a savior that I’ve been tying my own noose with the false  fibers of fabrication. Can I still be saved when my soul is so barely recognizable? Covered in acid and tar from my wretched past with blatant disregard for the lives around me. This dark cloud nearly has me now.
Can I be saved?
Can I be saved?

Suddenly bursting forth in a brilliant display, the light pierces through the darkness illuminating my face like an unforeseen kiss.
Rise.
Rise.
The veil is lifted.
The chains are broken
falling like ash.
Veneration percusses my soul and through squinted eyes I can see it all.

This truth I’ve been searching for. What was always inside whispering.
Too blind to listen.
Too deaf to see.
Overcome with indescribable peace I reach for the hand of solace.
The light melting this torment and anguish from my heart.
Climbing from that blind cave of oblivion I raise my face to my rightful place in the sun.
Blindingly taken with this beauty I once withdrew from.
I am reborn.
I am reborn.
Just wrote these lyrics to a song. The song will be a spoken word over a metal type instrumental. I drew my inspiration from the swelling style of the music and Plato’s allegory of the cave.
The place that I run,

And what I run from—

The boundary begins to fade...
—"Impostor" Rob Graves & Michael Barnes
Pastell dichter Mar 2016
Home, let me come home
Please I'm begging you
Home is wherever I'm with you
It is it truly is
Our home, yes, I am home,
Dear please let me go home
Home is when I’m alone with you*
Help me go home
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