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st64 Mar 2014
Upon this beautiful web of lies
I sleep and rest my head
Unbeknownst to all the others
That the me they knew is dead
He died nearly five years ago
In the exact spot that I lay
And the last words he uttered were
I shall find peace upon this day

Vasto Grom
Once a hairy neanderthal
whose name we shall call Grom
found a heavy piece of wood
and thought as hard as a caveman could
until at last he understood
to him the role of King belonged

He knew he couldn't hesitate
to split every fellow caveman's pate
till on their knees they would await
King Grom the greatest of the great

but then another primitive man
sat in his cozy lair
and thought in his primeval stew
how old Groms rule he could undo
so through the air a large stone flew
and parted old Grom's hair

It all started so long ago
with poor old primitive Grom
with time and thought there'd come a day
as sinners cursed and saints would pray
humanity could stand in awe and say,
"Behold the Atomic Bomb!"
Peter Heerings Jul 2015
The pretty girl from the present
That 's how others called her
The plain girl from the past as she saw herself
She looked for the rainbow
But found her depression
A mind full of clouds which ended in teardrops rolling from her once so clear eyes
All good she once had
It had slipped through her fingers as the end of what once was a brand new  beginning of a beautiful day
Steven Osborne Oct 2015
I reach out and extend my hand
You take me on an expidition of my mind
But warn me of the demons I may find
Like a dream cast out into the day
We all dance around as we beguine to laugh and play
Avoid the ellaphant in the corner of the room
If you look hime in the eye he'll send us all to doom

Turn on all the party lights
You know this is the way we make it through the nights
Trapped beneath its entrancing ways
I wouldn't want a thing to break my gaze
Because in a way we've all got something we're running from
We've all got something we're yerning to become

As the ball dropped and the lights went out
I became lost so I started to fill with doubt
With a compass of morals and no marks on the map
How would I know where to even start
I beguine to feel myself tear apart

A void with the gravity of 1,000 burnt out sund
The black hole pulls me in on a chain
Maybe too late I've already missed my my train
It is not the words but the ones we do not speak
They are armed to the teeth like a gun
Turn on all the party lights
You know this is the way we make it through the nights
Trapped beneath its entrancing ways
I wouldn't want a thing to break my gaze
Because in a way we've all got something we're running from
We've all got something we're yerning to become

I feel a numbness bleed down my arm
Gripped in my hand was my hunting knife
Dizzy and delirious I was fearing for my life
The blanket draped over my head while laying in my bed
I was left wandering if I was dead
As the coroner looked into my eyes
I felt as my soul started to rise

Out of my body out of my mind
I shot off and left this whole world behind
My whole entire life flashed before my eyes
Apocalyptic epiphany to bring me to realize
I must start moving to move on
Before I could ever find my call
I was forced to face losing it all

Turn on all the party lights
You know this is the way we make it through the nights
Trapped beneath its entrancing ways
I wouldn't want a thing to break my gaze
Because in a way we've all got something we're running from
We've all got something we're yerning to become

After the light went out
I found my whole life turned upside down
I could not help but to beguine to frown
A duplicity of yen and yang happily depressed
The reality I have never confessed

Hoping that one day I can turn life around
So that I might beguine to smile
Or at least be properly expressed
I know exactly what I must do

Turn on all the party lights
You know this is the way we make it through the nights
Trapped beneath its entrancing ways
I wouldn't want a thing to break my gaze
Because in a way we've all got something we're running from
We've all got something we're yerning to become

Resurrected I come back to life
Covered with a chill dripping in cold sweat
The things I've seen I could never forget
Coming back down into a new year
I feel as though everything becomes clear

I have been here grom the beginning
I'll be here untill the very end
You are the one who holds the key
This is something I'll always see
I love you and watched as we both grow
It is killing me not to know

What a long strange trip it has been
I'll never regreat when it all came to beguine
This is the choice I made
To hoping we never fade
Will correct spelling later (posted on my phone)
Milica Fara Nov 2019
Ljubav. Šta je to? Večita tema čoveka u matriksu života. I zato je često teško pronaći reči da se opiše, jer je pravih reči malo. To je... Energija koja pokreće svaki atom na planeti Zemlji. Čudo koje se dogodi kada se najmanje nadamo. Posebna grana umetnosti. Šesto čulo. To je hiljadu godina u jednom trenu, grom u jednom dodiru, čitava kjniga u jednoj reči. Bezbroj trenutaka kojih nikada nije dovoljno ili previše. To je jedino rešenje za problem egzistencije čoveka. Potreba za ljubavlju može biti neurotička, sadistička i mazohistička i samim tim ljubav se može pružiti i pokazivati na mnoge načine prema mnogim stvarima. Putevi ljubavi su nepredvidivi i možda nas baš u trenutku slučajnog pogleda pogodi Amorova strelica i tada osetimo onaj čudan osećaj u stomaku. Posle tog događaja svet gledamo kroz ružičaste naočare i realnost nam je samo u dnu malog mozga. Živimo u oblacima i nijedna prepreka nije toliko velika da nas može zaustaviti na putu ka ostvarenju zelje za ljubavlju.
Mateuš Conrad Jun 2018
i co ci do kurwa z tego?!
to mo: naj ulubione!
   o tak: na gzyms sie jobem?
  nie do pana...
jeno do: jara...
                    szłem...
   ah...          a ty do:       ikąd!
o tu ci: szczek o brwi
             szfedem: ci kroczy!
       w i nad po-grom w gwrie!
o tym ci:
                co mnie nie da tchu
pod mogile w gwóźdź o....
                       czubacz: mlot!
moja to cerkiew...
a ty(l)?
                      kurwa motyl,
wien to co: sssssspirdolyj!
    nie twe matka w tym co nie w jej
tamtym... okij na obudzi Kiev?!
da?
             dybra...
               i tym... tak bym ni pitaja
z nibym "nim".
o nim?
    ku rußom!
         "niby": prußom...
   jibanyam wonniya-matki... skier...
to da: dna!
                 te twoje: wien?
twe!
                  mi w ogie na bogie
drwie w bogie i krww... ni mo!
to twe, ni moye...
                 to totem i tem:
v to i tobie: bogie...
                           oki?
        nie myl myj blot w to co zajachodi
movi...
   to co nybi movi...
oki?
               to co na tle...
nie niby farby...
                    to co it niby ist:
jist:
                         pseudo-skrabem....
   ja dam sobie
skoszczt sebie 'kranie na se
co o sobie darm...
  a tybie dam... sem danym...
co matka daya o sobie krev!

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