#shred
We've got no time to lose
Your news is old news
Hate this, hate me, hate this
Right approach for the wrong
It's time to spread the word
Let the voice be heard
All of us, one of us, all of us dominate
And take the ************* world
Mass prediction, unification
Breathing life into our lungs
Every creed and every kind
To give us depth for strength
Taught when we're young to hate one another
It's time to have a new reign of power
Make pride universal so no one gives in
Turn our backs on those who oppose
Then when confronted
we ask them the question
What's wrong with their mind?
What's wrong with your mind?
It's time to rise, rise,
RISE !
It's time to rise
We've lived with past mistakes
And we've lived with our own
Forgive, forget, forgive
Be a man, not a child
There are no tears for peace
Or the common sympathies
Educate, reinstate, educate
A thing of past, the trouble in the states
Mass prediction, unification
Breathing life into our lungs
Every creed and every kind
To give us depth for strength
Taught when we're young to hate one another
It's time to have a new reign of power
Make pride universal so no one gives in
Turn our backs on those who oppose
Then when confronted we ask them the question
What's wrong with their mind?
What's wrong with your mind?
It's time to rise, rise, rise
It's time to rise
Mass prediction, unification
Breathing life into our lungs
Every creed and every kind
To give us depth for strength
Taught when we're young to hate one another
It's time to have a new reign of power
Make pride universal so no one gives in
Turn our backs on those who oppose
Then when confronted we ask them the question
What's wrong with their mind?
What's wrong with your mind?
It's time to rise, rise, rise
It's time to rise
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 11:47 PM UTC
Do you know, that feeling?
That excruciating sharp pain?
It shoots through you sometimes,
After a bad ending,
A death ,
A life broken away from yours,
But not gently.
No.
Heavens forbid.
No.
It is;
Ripped
Torn
Shredded and crushed.
What is it they call that again?
Ah, yes.
That's right.
Heart Break.
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 11:22 PM UTC
When I saw that pic
Of us, all I wanted to
Do was shred the thing
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 10:37 PM UTC
I feel like an incomplete puzzle,
Clumsy waltzing in a field of wood chippers.
I don't just fall to pieces, I shred.
I tear and bleed, most importantly I hurt.
**** I hurt.
I've never been full,
I've never seen the bigger picture.
Always out of reach, lacking perspective.
As my own world is ripped apart,
I further delve into gnashing teeth of hell.
But it's not just mine, this shared damnation,
Leaves us all to rot.
I've no clever line to sum it all up,
I've lost the words which sing of hope.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
I knew of a girl
in a little green sweater
her eyes were bright
just like the weather
she came from a sunny place but
I slowly learned her insides were more of the rainy type
she said she had the emotional health of a cheese grater
I never really knew what to make of that-
it could be taken so many ways
but what I did know was
she was strong, soft, bold, and outspoken
she might've felt flimsy like aluminum and full of holes,
glass with little cracks to seep through,
but to me she was solid titanium that could shred through anything,
diamond with dangerous piercing points
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 1:42 AM UTC
Writing in the night
Waiting for the moments come
Writing for tonight
Waiting till the clock strikes one
And the papers, are shred to pieces
And the songs, are hidden away
These words are fond memories
These roads keep me safe
My pencil,
Keeps on writing
Writing till the days end
Writing just to pretend
Everything’s okay…
Time to let it go
Just once time has shown
Time to say goodbye
Ending this lullaby
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
It
is
over
but
there
will
always
be
a
shred
of
pain
when
our
eyes
meet
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
i want
i want to break everything
to throw it out the window & set it ablaze
i want to
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
Have you ever felt your soul break?
Ever had to watch one shred slowly,
Hearing tthe rrrrriiiippp of each piece?
Have you torn one yourself?
Felt the weight of each section crumbling under your fingertips?
Taking the love out of someone does not **** them right away, it simply drains the light from their eyes.
What once was joy and love, turns to despair and hatred, all because of "giving in to a temptation"
You plus him equals love
You plus another man minus him equals ******
I have murdered before, only once, and the look on his face was enough to make the tearing echo last for months.
He was my soulmate, a partner, and when we first met I realized I would follow him anywhere.
Only I destroyed that chance for a decoy desire, and accept the haunting that is to come.
I will see him everywhere, hear him in each room of this house, and at night the bed will sink from my guilt.
As the morning sun rises I will look over to his side that will be empty
I made my bed; I will lie in it.
My soul will alone accept the punishment, bear it, and carry it until my heart gives out.
I love you--everything physically from head to toe, and mentally by the words you have given me(encouragement)-all of what makes you the man I fell in love with, and the soul I'd die for.
Again I love you, and I am so sorry for what I have done.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
Almost-love hurts worse
Than what was;
It's the potential that latches
To our veins,
Drawing out what ifs
And what could've beens.
It's almost as if you were set
On shredding the remnants
Of my sanity
And wouldn't be satisfied
Until it was gone.
And you were successful,
And I was in love.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
Oh my, I'm dragging bodies
over the welcome mat and I
sit them up on the couch so that
they may feel at home
Oh jeez, these displaced pixels
and rhythmic reception soon
let loose a solemn deluge
of flickering blue light onto
Oh dear, dead faces in the glow
of some early-morning show
currently being reflected back by
their glazed and vacant eyes
that I just can't seem
to stop staring into.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 7:59 PM UTC
spinning whilst ripping
piercing it's way through
my dreaded fate dripping
sovereign blood on you
clogged, congested, compressed
our hearts need augurs now too
in order to wash away the
horrible things that we do
to ourselves
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC
Most peculiarly of most things was that I thought all of this very fishy, daudry, drab, and boresome. This is where I turn on the second table lamp...
In a muster I arrived to the home of my aunt, where at once she drew me into the back of the house, down a flight of stairs made of tusk and bone into a catacomb where she kept a alive collection of wooly mammoths. She said the upkeep wasn't awfully horrendous as she had an invisible backdrop which led to a lion, a witch, and a wardrobe sort of thing. I stood in the gangway behind 10 foot high thigh bones waiting for one of the monstrous red beasts to come greet me, but what arrived was a very large elephant with longer tusks than usual. None of the red sillyness which I had dreamt of seeing in my previous years.
She could see I was not that impressed, and so I was led to another part of her home. Around the corner walked in my uncle in is superb and luxurious dress, reminiscent of 18th century British military fatigues. He said, "I bought the E.T. ride from Universal Studios, but as bringing the whole ride to my home I had them adapt a more suitable version to fit the property. A hangar opened and inside there were four chariots of orange and blue, diamond shaped school buses with their undersides aimed at withholding a V-shaped street. Then in two and two single file order all the classmates of my K-12 years arrived and took seat into the strappings of this 'ride' we were to take. Music played, John Williams even was produced by hologram, and after the ups and downs for several minutes we arrived to what I thought would inevitably be the forest, but rather was what I perceived was a Finnish town. The chariot I was in was stuck in the street, mud, rain, and soot entrenched us. I unbuckled the polyester straps and when I stood I realized that though the seats had built in urinals and toilets they were utterly noiseome to the senses. I followed a local girl to a food mart where I asked how I could find where I was but no one spoke a drop of English.
I corraled the group and told them to wait for me. I followed this girl who seemed quite younger than I to a small apartment in the uppermost floor of a very unsturdy chapel-like home several suburban blocks from our ride. She immediately removed her pants and I saw with my very own eyes that she was hairless and nubile. She insisted that we have a **** and after I caressed her and complained too that she was far too young, she insisted that the age of consent in Germany was actually 13 yet she was 16. I remember it clearly. The most gigantuous feelings of pleasure as I mended a studio closet for my dining room furniture inside her ripening channel. Eventually after an hour we finished, she offered me a towel and some biscuits, which I consumed joyously.
Upon leaving her home I remembered that she had said we were in Germany, and so I produced a measure of Deutsch that I had been saving in my repetoir for the right moment. As Finnish is not my strongest language I was pleased of this and became instantly popular among the other candidates of our journey. This E.T. ride is far different than I remember it having been. Moments later I awoke quickly, a tuft of her black hair on my eiderdown comforter and a veil of tears from the merriment of glee shrouded over my face. After I rolled and balled into the soft feathers of my bedding, I twisted myself again into a knot, and allowed myself to rejoin the soporific treatice I was aiming for.
This is now where I turn off both lamps and go on watching films of a similar style.
Wishing You The Very Best,
Sir Martin Narrod
I keep my family of conscience
I shred my folly of heir
In case of torment or fondness
I never wear underwear.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 6:09 AM UTC