Ticking ClockMy eyes,Ticking Clock11 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Why my eyes,
Against your cries
To your demise
I've made it!!!!!OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!I've made it!!!!!11 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I've made it!
I've made it!
I've made it through!!
All this pain!
All this misery!
All that's left behind...are scars.....
Scars that remind me...that the past is the past
Apocalypse Les sirènes... une explosion... Ça y est, les trompettes célestes sonnent l’Apocalypse. Comme un putain de vent qui soufflerait de l'ouest. Une onde de choc qui balaye tout sur son passage. La tuile s'élance dans le ciel rougit, un sinistre préliminaire à la merde. C'est l'annonce du cortège. Tu as remarqué qu'aucun oiseau ne vole ? Plisse les yeux, le zéphyr est tombé, l'Aquilon le supplante... L'alarme général ! Haha ! Vomie des hauts-parleur à chaque coin de rue... La panique ! Ce cri des sirènes qui braillent dans toute la ville ! Qui baignent les rues désertes de bruit stridents. Requiem à l'antique !Apocalypse15 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Dans la maison close, ce bordel en bunker dégueulant de parfums oubliées, résonnent les échos des contes d'héroïne. L'extase s'y pr&
Nuronya - Princess to QueenLaying by the shore,Nuronya - Princess to Queen15 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
the lake calls out to me.
Staring out in wonder, mystery.
A dark blue wave is breaching in,
slowing thought and time;
gracing serenity, sublime.
The purple sky is reaching out,
pouring down with rain,
I reach out with both my hands,
glory to my reign!
The Land of Elïehjawen, courses through my flowing veins.
A voice in the air whispers, "Take your rightful place."
I look up on my people, and see them staring back at me.
I raise my staff, speak the oath, I am Queen.
-This is my poem I am adding to the book I am currently writing. Hopefully, I will be done with it over the next year or year and a half. Once I get it copyrighted, I will post some up and get some critiquing before I attempt to publish. As for this poem, thoughts, pros/cons, constructive criticisms?
1 sentenceNo prayers are left to share1 sentence16 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
For dooms of called off revolutions,
So you have wings you don’t dare
To use and with simpler solution
Of just using people instead
Comes new horizon of deeper dooms,
Dooms gave us promises and them they kept
Of never giving us room
Either to breathe or to hope,
It’s only enough not to get real dead,
It isn’t enough not to pass out
And live in unconscious stage:
Dreaming is over-rated, really,
Only leads to anxiety to the edge,
Over the edge, right in the core of misery,
Into inside of rage
Of self-denial, and self-condemned we crawl
With our wings so broken it doesn’t hurt
Through the indifferent walls
Right to that obvious point
Where we get too weak
To even care of breathing or hopes,
And inhaling some strangers’ dreams
Exhale just regrets and doubts…
Love is DeadI don’t believe in second chances,Love is Dead16 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In fancy words, in perfectly dreamed ways.
The days keep leaving me, just day by day,
That how goes time romancing.
So, Mr. Time, please tell me one more thing,
As little as you care of heart-breaking,
If this was worth my life before it was mistaken
For some capricious, dead day-dream?