#13th
From ditches, from rubble, from dungeons
From false memory’s catacombs
From barely legible signs of death
When a startled heart from the grave reforms
You will select a single date
With the wind, which approached underground
So you could plunge the freedom as a burning needle
To the glass square of the sky
“January 13th” by Leonardas Gutauskas (in english)
Iš griovių iš griuvėsių iš požemių
Iš klaidžios atminties katakombų
Iš žūties vos įskaitomų požymių
Kai širdis prisikėlus nustemba
Tu atrinksi vienintelę datą
Su tuo vėju kurs artinos pažeme
Kad į skliauto stiklinį kvadratą
Smeigtum laisvę lyg degančią adatą.
„Sausio 13-oji“, Leonardas Gutauskas (in lithuanian, the original language)
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 4:26 AM UTC
The 13th says that everyone is free
No slavery for you, and me
But something between those lines
Criminality, and power lies
You’re free unless convicted
But the locks for these chains are fake
No matter what color or race
The deciding people are corporate
Now you have my attention
Welcome to the birth of a notion
A reckoning of epic proportions
Welcome to the birth a nation
We’re all prisoners in a way or another
I need not explain any further
Brother, father, locked up in chains
Walls of deception, a means to an end
Now you have my attention
Welcome to the birth of a notion
A reckoning of epic proportions
Welcome to the birth a nation
How do we break free from this life?
How do we run?
How do we break free from these rocks?
How do we run?
How do we break free from this life?
How do we run?
How do we run?
How do we run?
How do we, run?
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 12:28 AM UTC
The doors creak to remind me you’re here
I can’t escape, I can only run to nowhere
If I try to hide, I’ll drive myself insane
If I show up for you, It won’t be the same
The doors creak to remind me you’re here
The air is different, filled with smoke
I can hardly see, hardly breathe
This is truly a nightmare I feel
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC
Find yourself among the sea.
(We all know you'd **** to be clean)
You're dissolved memories rotting with purity
Unobstructed details of a killing spree.
You're ragged knots hanging in the tree
Vain attempts at writing new memories.
But god my god, you're too blind to see
Hell is with you in your veins as you sleep.
So bless me, or curse me, really
Whatever's easiest for you.
Your gut wrenching sorrow is getting old, too.
Do me a favor
Just once for me, please.
Count your blessings four by four by four
And with the scripture you hold to the highest degree
Shout to the condemned what exactly it is that you see.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 1:21 AM UTC
I can’t wait until tomorrow is just a date again.
When it’s not a Friday night full of giggles and blushing and over-excited chatter.
When I don’t see myself running around telling anyone who will listen,
that I have the cutest boyfriend ever.
When it’s just my friends birthday-
not the night where I thought I’d smile for the rest of my life.
When it no longer makes me smile-
yes- It still makes me smile, even though things have changed.
I can’t wait until January 13th is just that-
another day.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC
Paris was targeted on Friday the 13th,
It's an evil incident further defaming it,
Now would be bolstered the superstition,
Sad...
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
Today is the day
A bright sunny day
But a day in Autumn
Yes, a day in November
Perhaps a bad omen
In fables and movies
I was told since childhood
It is the day that demons
let lose from Hadies
Today is the day
the day that I fear
'cause twas told a bad sign
to be dealing with
the ill-reputed combination of
Thirteen and Friday
Today is the day
That I will
Live to prove that
All such tales are made up
To make human die of fear
A fear that would cover up
The strength and resilience
From within to Look
At one's glorious inner SELF
Seeing that glory
Demon has no choice
But to retreat to Hades
Today is the day
A bright sunny day
But a day in Autumn
Yes, a day in November
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
Everybody's having a bad luck today.
And as for me, i don't feel very nervous about it.
I just wanna be strong to sucess for inspiration.
Because it's a better way to save a lot of money.
This is the great day for me to enjoy.
It's Friday The 13th in Massachusetts and it's time for me to be safe and secure.
And when spring 2016 comes, i can feel the beautiful breeze of substantial sucess.
Anonymous.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
I never asked to be ugly
dunno why it made me so hard to like
My own peers
they killed me
while our adult supervision got high.
I had no friends when I went away
to the place mom told me
I had to go stay,
"It's a happy place," I remember she said,
"Called Camp Crystal Lake."
Sounded nice
enough at the time.
Crystal Lake. A family fave.
Nowadays, when you hear the name
You don't think of a sunshiney place
full of laughter and happy children
You think of misfortune
you think of my face
and if you think of visiting,
You better not stay
For more than a day,
Or the children will play
on your grave.
This is my home
and I'd rather be alone,
With the dead animals
and my mother's bones.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 5:55 AM UTC
Where did it start but by one little cry,
one mother's love, one day she will die
Trees grace the land, the water at peace
Visually astounding, pleasant at ease
The lake was open for summer time fun
Camp Crystal Lake where it begun
A boy and his mother greeted each soul,
welcome my friends enjoy it all.
The torment started, it lasted all season,
they beheaded his mother for all the wrong reasons
Emboldened with fury, deep in the lake
drowned by cowards, feeling no shame
Each year they returned, hearing stories of the camp
the man in the mask, machete in hand
Not believing the myth, what shadows do lurk
no hearts will be pounding, only their blood will spurt
Pre-marital *** upstairs in the cabin
rolling blunts on couch, look out, he's coming
Naked in the shower, Alice did fall,
ice pick in hand, no scream or no crawl
Squeezing your eyes out or smashing your face
Ask all of the counselors at Camp Crystal Lake
One hundred and fifty more victims will fall
This is my place, you are not welcome at all
Mother, I love you, through all of the pain
Hide behind my mask, my machete does reign.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
It's Friday the 13th.
To night we will see a full moon...
Lifes a mess but "what's new!!"
Just waiting on someone real to come through..
Someone who knows how to ride true..
I know I'm a queen to be...
Just looking for my king..
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC