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Where?Who knows where he comes from,Where? by *projectsonic
and who knows where he does go?
His realm no one returns to tell.
Some call him the Night King;
many dreamt, but never tell,
all are gone before they sing.
Stretched shadows so comforting,
binding like dark snakes.
Arms ever so kindly constricting,
unknown the lives he takes.
Silenced quick, all who knew.
Dashed away, all notion.
Cleansing fire stirring the stew
of confusion in motion.
So my children
take heed and care:
when fog rolls in
he awaits to snare.
Where does he come from,
where does he go?
ContactsYou are opposed to any reconciliation,Contacts by *projectsonic
Dethroning this man's opinion, that man's query.
Forbidding any small continuation,
Of that which is your opinion's contrary.
Blatantly standing, with nothing to defend your hide,
Quickly calling any facts completely untrue.
Even if they have truth, you laugh feeling so snide,
Pulling out a response without any contribute.
Remove your contacts, rose-colored to your stance,
You will soon find bias replaced by balance.
Maybe you will feel more confident in your prance,
Both sides of the story mixed into your chalice.
For sometimes happiness in all living,
Comes from getting as much as giving.
Forever in a DayI would hate to die right now,Forever in a Day by *projectsonic
never knowing what happens after.
If I end up in an afterlife,
ever feeling like something's amiss.
My fears would be much relieved,
if I lived forever in one day.
I would hate to live forever,
watching all death right in front of me.
Alone in a wait to be severed,
it just doesn't feel like I'm very free.
Never would I need to grieve,
if I lived forever in one day.
I would guess life is too short,
as full or empty as you'd feel.
To shorten is a last resort,
the little while we have for real.
Life would be too fleeting,
if I lived forever in one day.
PREVIEW: JonahSo I've taken my time;PREVIEW: Jonah by *projectsonic
watching to move,
prove why I'm waiting.
Living like a candle,
dimmly glowing,
moving slowly.
The wax dripping like tears.
I've slowly learned,
That I've too coldly burned,
And all I am is a wet wick.
Today I set off on a long long walk.
I don't care who comes to stalk me,
but I'm sure it's the same people who care.
Maybe for that half a person, getting up is rare.
Sea Of ApathyShining, shining,Sea Of Apathy by *projectsonic
From the other side it's crying.
A broken spine, the soul is dying.
Storm inside me, ignite,
Give me the guiding light, maybe something,
something to fight.
Test me, judge me, break me.
Show me what it's meant to be...
To be alive in the Sea of Apathy.
Waters rise and flood,
Quickly before I loose too much blood,
Too much blood from the chains attached,
It's t
ProselyteWhen I had climbed out from the shore, I thought I was sure,Proselyte by *projectsonic
That I was done with it once and for all.
I once thought I was safe and sound, but now I know that I was only bound.
Oh, I... I don't want to go,
I just want to be at your side,
Where you are, and I know,
I know that in the house I once called home,
It just feels so empty...
And my chains, they've completely left my wrists,
Now all I wish is to save you from these pits.
But I can only say, that is wish you all the best,
Listen to your plights, and give you advice.
It's so hard, but I take it all with stride,
I curse the ocean with all I have, and spit on my hometown in
AtlantisIn this ruthless world,Atlantis by *projectsonic
God had forgotten to care.
And back inside I myself hurled,
In this ocean wide, so empty and bare.
We're in an underwater desert,
Only a single mass of land.
We need to build a home,
A place to retreat where all is grand.
Drip,
Drop,
And the people,
They just don't stop.
Pilgrims marching from the steeple,
Along with similar crops.
Building each one a shelter,
To house themselves from harm.
With everything so helter skelter,
We're trying to build a farm.
Drip,
Drop,
The island is now a village,
Shared in common apathy.
No one even tries to pillage,
Everyone's like family.
They think of I and my
PREVIEW: Depth Charges(…)PREVIEW: Depth Charges by *projectsonic
A megaphone cries aloud,
“Come out and there will be no harm,”
A struggle is heard,
“Sir, I'll make sure not to hit the farm!”
Spies, sympathizers.
Trying to rise, resist
Attempts to pasturize
Because they insist
(...)
“Ladies, gentlemen,
My hands are flesh,
My voice is full,
My blood is warm,
I'm just a normal man.
I thank you for your devotion,
But,
We're not going to win,
We're not going to prervail,
We may just survive.
And we will stand.
(...)
Sail away,
Before you're caught in the flow.
Look away,
There will never be a rainbow.
Why did we ever dream of a utopia?
At The Shores Revelry, everywhere we turn,At The Shores by *projectsonic
Be careful though or else you'll burn.
Everyone has the perfect life,
All but free of strife!
See them pray, for their maker,
They breathe, but everyone's a faker.
We see, everyone as perfect,
But look, all our lives can connect!
It's,
A curse,
To want this scarred life.
And,
Still we,
Struggle to swallow the pills they take.
Now,
We're kept,
In hypnosis and wonder why...
We DREAM!
Look around you, see the fallacy,
Everyone, claims they know their deity.
But really, you think he's master?
Take a look, see all the disaster!
Show feelings, you're a black sheep,
You're on trial, thrown in an a
DiveI like to make believe,Dive by *projectsonic
That just under my sleeve...
After finally inching around the bend,
My imagination would cease to be pretend.
We could have any item and just as much,
All our loved ones a reach to touch.
Every sickness could be cured,
With just a single magic word.
And the aliens are above the stars,
Staring above us from Mars,
While dragons fly below the sky.
But.
The cheetahs of life rush behind us,
And we're crawling snails in the dust.
Someone attacks in the midst,
In a way we can't possibly persist.
If only life were perfect,
And never a single defect.
But then we would be sailing sinking ships.
So I take the w
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The New SaneSitting in the corner in the second storyThe New Sane by ~Fausch
Of my flourescent-light Purgatory
No one knows what lies outdoors
but those who live in my former glory
I can see the water
beyond the door
But I can't see the light
Can I dive from my little cell
Or will you take me away from my padded hell?
Undo the buckles with resounding clangs
Break my straightjaket and jump with me...
...Into the abyss
I washed up on the green lawn
of hades' estate
Everything looks so great
from the view of what I once hated
The way you live should be a sin
All the evil you hold within
I bet Beezelbub himself would be ashamed
Of what you call love and what y
'Vagabond'As a boy I dreamt of traveling the world'Vagabond' by ~Fausch
Nothing but my own feet carrying me
Fueled only by the adventure
Breaking fresh dirt, raising new hell
Who ever knew the grass just wasn't as green?
As a man I sit at the frigid curb
Nohting but my guitar screaming my story
Fueled only by my numb fingers
And an even number soul inside
Who'd have guessed people take pleasure in sorrows...
My feet have grown weary after years of walking
I thought a swim would be a nice change of pace
The sea grows deeper as the bottle grows empty
After one more drink will I be over my head?
I found Jesus in the bottom of a fifth
I lost my religion at the e
Forever in a DayI would hate to die right now,Forever in a Day by *projectsonic
never knowing what happens after.
If I end up in an afterlife,
ever feeling like something's amiss.
My fears would be much relieved,
if I lived forever in one day.
I would hate to live forever,
watching all death right in front of me.
Alone in a wait to be severed,
it just doesn't feel like I'm very free.
Never would I need to grieve,
if I lived forever in one day.
I would guess life is too short,
as full or empty as you'd feel.
To shorten is a last resort,
the little while we have for real.
Life would be too fleeting,
if I lived forever in one day.
Alone in a crowded roomLooking in at you I can't help but seeAlone in a crowded room by *projectsonic
someone with everything collapsing.
I always try to cheer you up every time,
I'm met with a few words then silence.
I guess you feel alone,
but you're not the only one.
I've learned all too well:
There's a counterpart around.
Rooms full of silence
give nothing, awkward glances
darting around like flies.
I guess we feel alone,
like crushed spirits in a jar.
Find me a can opener,
you're looking for the same.
Practice Haiku 2a fisherman huntsPractice Haiku 2 by *projectsonic
the water ripples behind
his bounty wanders
Practice Haiku 1spider's masterpiece:Practice Haiku 1 by *projectsonic
the breeze gently passes through
the web is no more
Pressing OnThere was once a young boy,Pressing On by *projectsonic
His life crashed around him.
Girlfriend, only physics' toy,
Facing men's problems, him.
A boy, trying to press on.
I tried to take him under my wing,
To take down his suicide pledge.
But was tied up in a mood swing,
And threw himself off a ledge.
I helped him up with a golden heart,
And inspired him with a rebel fist.
Didn't help landing into the cart,
In the hospital,
All concerned pressing on,
Because they must.
He emerged, but only just
Enough to hobble through.
Time passed, turned to rust,
Forgotten and
A message came to my door,
My friend wants help in distress,
He came to his house on the
Miracle MakerLying lying lying,Miracle Maker by *projectsonic
The relationship is a corpse,
But still dying.
Behold, it's alive,
A wondering zombie of lies.
I think she gave the final stake in the coffin,
The point of this happening too often.
I once held this up, now I'm cutting wood,
Of the platform where he stood.
I feel like I've done it all wrong.
How much more for her to feel.
Giving giving giving,
Makes me question how much I'm living.
So much action in her words,
Makes me feel my mountain of hordes,
Are nothing but a simple pile of dust,
Whenever I talk to her honestly and with trust.
She makes miracles,
Pure and simple.
But it's not enough,
This world is too tough.
The per
Puppet Of WarA young man graduation fresh,Puppet Of War by *projectsonic
Felt he had nothing to live for,
He decided to enlist,
Onward marched to the corp.
So with a click and a clank,
He joined the cogs of war.
As ruthless as time itself,
Silent and always moving at it's core.
Only thunder of gunfire,
Could be heard in action.
Rain of manufactured bullets,
Were the only weather of his faction.
That man, he died in the battle,
In the hands of a traitor.
So, the army of time rattled,
Further advanced on.
They tell me to be proud,
"He died for a good cause."
I wish to proclaim loud,
"How can I?"
I mourn the loss.
But when I think about this disaster,
I can't help but imagine.
Anoth
Winterheart's home.Through the cold, shadowy breeze,Winterheart's home. by *projectsonic
The tiny icicles forming on the roof.
I stifle not a sneeze,
For I want to stay at ease.
There's a woman behind the window,
I don't think she really knows,
Just how much she really is.
Beat up, broken, torn, and scarred,
I'm surprised when I learn from afar,
Her heart's not in a glass jar.
No no, it's amazing to me.
It's all out for the world to see,
Everytime broken to pieces,
But does she have the strength to keep?
So I walk on past the window,
Take it nice and slow...
I know from the blaring electric tome,
I'm in a broken heart's home.
I take a deep breath,
Sigh...
I know there's naugh
Tell it like it is.Sometimes I just curl up in my bed...Tell it like it is. by *projectsonic
Think, what would happen if I was dead,
To all those people who don't listen to all I said,
Abandon themselves, walking until they're ground bread.
I mean I'm sorry kid,
Wish fate didn't make you bid,
For a hand of cards this fetid,
But sit and look at the facts,
Only you can fix yourself before everything cracks,
Go and see a professional, whatever, I got your back,
Except you turn around and leave, soon to have a knack,
For it, and I'm left choking on my grief...
He decides on a route to forget,
Congregate to wash away his regret,
Still no steps towards his target,
A feeling of wellness,
The best we'll ever have.Tell me now,The best we'll ever have. by *projectsonic
Is that all you really need…
Hate, an instrument, to make an art?
Or is this rebellion all endowed,
Because of your doubtfull feed,
This is really your final Mona Lisa.
In the glory of the blessed fall,
It seems you have made your last breaths,
Is this torment the best source of epiphany?
Or does it all,
Just burn slowly into the depths,
Of the open flame along with your sanity?
I've seen my future coded within abstract dreams,
A journey ever turning to the end.
Writing down these neural gleams,
I see truth and fantasy in the same time my friend...
But, is it truly the greatest thought I'll ever have?
"And I don't know much, but I do know this: With a golden heart comes a rebel fist. And every single soldier wasn't fired... Some have quit." ~Bandits of the Acoustic Revolution Because I'm a weird guy who writes stuff. |
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