Q.U.A.N.T.U.M. - lyricsSociety, friends, family, TV, or money?Q.U.A.N.T.U.M. - lyrics7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What's important to you isn't necessarily for me
Back up from the screen and the drama it brings
To see there's more to life than just the material things
Drop the negativity and treat all others proper
Live positively and your life will prosper
Meditate for the answers that many have sought for
And you'll ascend to the full potential of what life has to offer
Respect individuality: politically or religiously
Diversity is the key to achieve community
You might not agree with race or sexuality
Yet treat others equally: just like how you'd like to be
The propaganda you create only propagates hate
Claiming heaven's gate only opens for your faith?
Don't feed me your lines cause I'm doing just fine
Knowing your grand design is billions of years behind mine
Some have to be right - others want to get along
Some have to fight - others want to belong
I wont judge what right or decide whats wrong
Id rather pass this light so you can *** m
The Weary Will SinkNow there's a holeThe Weary Will Sink7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
in the surface of my empathy.
I tried fill it with a
logic that spoke nonsense to me
I had a vision, had a
purpose, felt like I had meaning
Girl, it's not you I miss.
I just miss the feeling,
(miss the feeling of your body).
Logic eroded 'neath
the downpour in the inner-city
We didn't see it coming,
the hurricane started so lightly,
but it won't wash away
the hurt or satisfy the yearning!
Our hands are clean,
so why is it I feel so dirty?
where has all the rain been falling?
I found an anchor in a phone-call from a friend.
I am no sort of liar... for the time, though, we'll pretend
to care about each other like we did when we were close.
I hear it helps with coping, keeps my spirits as high as my hopes.
Am I alone in
Manifest: DestinyThe population inflates at exponential ratesManifest: Destiny7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Which makes more space in the House for red states
For the Earth's sake, can't you see what's at stake?
Avoid the mistakes and choose to procreate
Your eyes are kept averted by the way they got you herded
By the loopholes they inserted into the ways our laws are worded
Which get more contorted as the rich get more rewarded
But do you read what's recorded? No! it's easier to ignore it
The time has come for the resurgence of a new insurgence
The reemergence of what's really important and urgent
We've got to strive to break away from the hive
Society thrives: yet you don't feel alive
Mankind has the resolve to solve how the world revolves
Yet some won't get involved to find from where we've evolved
It's hard to conceive with the mixed signals we receive
It's no wonder you concede when we all should secede
Too ignorant to vote, too distracted to revolt
How can we have hope when they can't reach for the remote?
Feeding lies to the masses in an a
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Birth and Discovery of LogicThroughout my formative years, i was a boy of fear,Birth and Discovery of Logic7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
subjugated, made to think life has only one objective:
to live and to obey, so when the time is nigh, someday
we might be found worthy by a standard someone else created.
I remember thinking then "maybe God is dead,
or perhaps he's not as real as everyone seems to pretend,"
which led me to the thought, everything that I was ever taught,
all the do's and the do-not's, are a crumbling foundation.
(and I thought)
What if everything we know is wrong?
What if all these teachings
had us baited
I never sold my soul,
I never sold my thoughts.
I forged myself a new direction
'bove the influence
if I could live once more, be that boy i was before, oh
I'd repeat that satisfaction, and throw my faith away again.
But I would love a life free of shame and careful conduct,
free of misappropriation of my guilty conscience.
And I would love to say that all of us are free to listen,
to live and love without contrition
Abbey's AshesForget our sense of reason!!Abbey's Ashes8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's so easy to sound smart
when you're stuck behind a microphone
and everyone can hear you!
Forget our sense of trust!
it's every man for himself, yeah!
Watch the horde rally troops
led by their queen.
Opened up my eyes,
forced a smile to reside,
oh, but anything could happen,
we're all waiting for a sign...
Pointing to the sky,
hope to form a compromise!
Oh, but anything could happen!!
We're all waiting..
We're drowning in a sea of passion..
From the center of the stage!
It pulses like a plague,
What goes bump in the nightWhat is that tapping, the quiet rapping,What goes bump in the night6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The pitter patting of feet or fingers on the floor
No wait, it comes from my closet door.
Hark, I hear soft gasping, loud rasping,
A sudden grasping of my closet door,
Thrown open in a sudden burst, come forth
Monster; yelling, shrieking, spewing from
My closet door. Don't scream, don't shout,
The monster's out, what fate awaits my night.
Dear Tommy, so sorry for the freight,
I did not mean to wake you on this night,
But rather to introduce myself, I'm Bernie
From the closet, I go bump when all is quiet.
My eyes glow yellow, my stomach bellows,
But do not fear me, just my breath, it smells.
You're father says do not fear the night,
I agree, you see, I am me, just me,
A humble monster in the closet,
Your friend, your buddy, just don't tell
Or I won't come out, and then we shall see
What really goes BUMP in the night!
Do you mind unplugging the night-light?
Worn-out BookA faded story on yellow pages,Worn-out Book6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
well-thumbed book, worn with the ages.
A time keeper, a dream weaver,
absorbing lives and different views.
A book in the corner for rainy days,
for wandering eyes and hungering mind,
a book to stand the test of time.
miragei.mirage6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am writing into my skin everything that i happen
to like about you because i am afraid to forget
it; the ink is sinking into my fingerprints so that
i cannot find the line where you begin and i end
i think i would like to take you out to the baseball field and
spread out beneath a hurricane so we can let our heartbeats
match the thunder; i created the perfect image of you in my
mind and i am scared it might wash away in the downpour
see, i have this habit of taking needles and shoving them
through my skin to forgive my past sins; i pierced my
tongue for you to see the true hues of my words and every
night i wonder if you will suddenly tell me you are colorblind
maybe one night i can forget that i am afraid of closing
my eyes and we can fall asleep with fingers intertwined;
i have become accustomed to dreading nightmares but waking
up to find you missing would turn my dreams into havens
yet the ink in my pen has run dry and i am finding it hard to
form my words; the
Confessions of a divided soulHes always hurting you Always judging you.Confessions of a divided soul6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hes not who you think he is
Cant you see you are slowly breaking??
My mind once again tried to warn my sweet little heart, but as always she doesnt want to hear it.
Like a stubborn child, she slowly spoke with a fading voice.
Hes everything He has a way of making me smile.
Without him Im dying, yet with him I can not breathe. You say hes hurting me
He is. By not being near me.
You cant possibly understand what I feel. Love and logic have always been enemies. To you Im a fool, to me Im a hero, a hero of faith and trust. Loving is all I do.
Im small, but Im his. Every piece of me belongs to him. Even broken Im still his.
Its an argument Ive heard over and over again, since he came in our lives. But Ive never interfered. I can not choose, for Im the soul. I ca
Broken GlassI almost allowed myself to love youBroken Glass6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm glad I didn't fall
Because instead of pretty roses
I got thorns and broken glass.
HangmanMy heart dangles by a threadHangman6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a game of hangman
As you determine my fate
By guessing games.
AwakeningIn a small dark room, a robust little man sat snoring in a hover-chair. The screen on the glass desk in front of him flashed repeatedly with a bright red warning message:Awakening6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
!Soul Identity no. 753842189!
A loud ringing accompanied this message. The man, whose nametag read Soulkeeper Raziel Malah, jerked awake and blinked hazily at the screen. His eyes widened and all of a sudden he no longer felt sleepy. He leapt up from his hover-chair and nearly collided with the fragile glass desk. His box of doughnuts tumbled to the floor with a muffled thump.
He waddled as fast as he could to the metal door and, punching digits into an electrical lock, wrenched it open. He sprinted out into the corridor and ran the length of it, coming to a breathless stop at a tall steel door. Thick bolts kept it locked, like beams on a ceiling.
No, no, no, no, the Soulkeeper muttered anxiously, No, this cant be happening. Not now, not ev
truth flavoured lies_cthe lie about me:truth flavoured lies_c6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i am beautiful like freshly-cut grass and popsicles in the middle of the day. i am summer-lips and winter-teeth, laughing my way through autumn-leaves. i am branding laughter against the back of my throat so i can feel it with every breath i draw in, soaking in your words as i stick them under my tongue and save them for a while. i am living for the moment and dancing without caring whos watching. i am loving recklessly and throwing my heart into the wind with wild abandon. i am calling each scar a beauty mark and opening my arms wide to catch the wind. you are calling me love and i am answering.
the truth about me:
i am ugly like cracked sidewalk and melted popsicles all over calloused hands. i am winter-eyes and cracked-leaf-lips, evaporating along with the polluted ocean. i am branding my mistakes on the back of my eyelids so i never forget but rather dream along the splintering branches of them. i am drowning in the moment and hanging up my da
Dois...Exatamente dois dias..Dois...6 years ago in Other More Like This
Há dois dias não como..
Há exatamente dois dias uma verdade circunda meu coração..
Seria este o fim do mundo??
o fim de uma vida??
o fim de um sonho??
Há exatamente dois dias..
há 48 horas..
há 2.880 min.. tenho medo de ser feliz.
Only OnceApenas uma vez.Only Once6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Entro em sua alcova.
Ao meus pés,
sibilares de mil cobras que não vejo.
Elas não me dizem nada
apenas cantam sua tristeza
e me alertam do perigo que já conheço
Armo meu escudo
nele dançam imagens distorcidas
de chamas bruxuleantes
Chego em seu leito
Vejo-a tão entregue
o pesar da existência sozinha
de uma maldição brutal
No reflexo de minha proteção
que ergui contra você
Nossos olhares se encontram
E nesse abismo
Eu me jogo desesperado
Apenas uma vez.
Preciso saber mais
é maior do que eu
Deixo cair a espada
Ela não tem mais sentido.
Jogo fora o escudo.
Não precisarei mais dele.
Ainda com olhos cerrados
debruço-me em sua cama
Mil mordidas cobrem meu rosto
E antes de beijá-la
Abro meus olhos.
Lágrimas correm de seu rio profundo
Meu nome morre em seus lábios,
"Perseu..." você diz, lamentando.
Eu sorrio, e estendo a mão.
Dragon Ball Z: A Good Man - 1Dragon Ball Z: A Good Man - 12 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
She showed nothing as she saw him, only contained, pleasant joy and excitement. She cried when she hugged her son, but for the husband who’d been torn from her, she gave but a smile, a wink, and a raise of her thumb – even though inside her heart was melting. He had been dead, and now he was alive. He had been lost, and now he was found.
But such was the marriage of Bulma Brief and Prince Vegeta – so mild, so silent. He was a man of amazing talent, but a hard, unreachable man who she had come to accept she could never truly be close to. She watched her beautiful, violet haired son hold his father’s hand and her many friends celebrate victory and life. That was the most she had expected out of this moment.
She drifted back from the chatting, giving Goku and Trunks many hugs. That was when she suddenly felt his hand grab hers from behind. She turned aroun
Rainbow socksSomewhere theres a girl in rainbow socks, sitting indian style on her bed looking down at a boy she knows she can't love.Rainbow socks6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somewhere inside this boy a part of him is dying.
She'll write his name on plastic hearts and hang them from her ceiling in between cheap glow-in-the-dark stars.
He'll carve her name into his heart.
She promised to keep them there until he could be near her.
He promised he would move near her
The boy could only whisper "I wish you could love me..."
she could only reply "me too..." before she began to cry.
Polaris fun factsPolaris Fun FactsPolaris fun facts6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Things you haven't known about the USS Polaris (and you probably never cared about )
1, The keel of the Polaris was laid in 2228 as the third starship of the Pallada class light cruisers, at Óbuda Orbital Yards.
2, Her mission insignia symbolises a star, particularly Earth's north star, the Polaris.
3, She was built to counter the emerging Tholian threat after the Federation has reached the Assembly's borders.
4, She has seen two wars, both against the Kzinti: The Third Man-Kzin War (2267-68) and the Invasion of Cait Crisis (2270).
5, She was present at the Kzinti Invasion of Cait (March 2270), the Liberation of Cait (July 2270) and the Human Invasion of Kzinhome (October 2270, supported by the Federation).
5, Her crew consists of only Humans. This is due to Earth treating the wars with the Kzinti as a traditional inner problem, not a Federation-wide incident.
6, Her senior officers are the following:
- Captain David Metlesits: Descendant of some obscure 21st
It Hurts."I was scared you would say 'no'.It Hurts.7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That's why I never asked you.
But it hurt more to have never asked you."
ME2: DefinitionsSubject 1: EDIME2: Definitions5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Love. Noun. Various emotions ranging from strong endearment to sexual interest. From the proto-Germanic verb lubo would you like further information?
I recommend you direct your query to the crew.
Subject 2: Tali'Zorah vas Normandy
When you go out on your Pilgrimage, you aren't supposed to come back untouched. You're supposed to learn about the rest of the world to benefit your people. Trying to find out more about the geth was what I thought would be the best way to do that.
My father had a picture of a house that he'd show me when I was younger. He'd say, "this is where we'll live, Tali'Zorah. We won't have to worry about suit environments then."
So, I fight because I love my father, and because through him, I've come to be able to love the rest of the galaxy too. And because I love the picture of that house enough to want it to be more than a piece of paper.
Subject 3: Garrus Vakarian
You know when you've been living with, serving with
A Lover's TangoWhat if I told you I wasn't wearing any pants?A Lover's Tango8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I would assume you're wearing something else.
What if I told you when I closed my eyes I saw your face?
I would think your eyes are open.
In the shadows, I longe
Caelum Sky - Ch. 1Caelum Sky - Ch. 16 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Caelum Sky, Chapter 1
It began like a listless, fevered dream; my soul stretched apart like a canvas worn thin; the gentle ebb and flow of a sputtering heart rocked me slowly in a world devoid of features. Sinews of consciousness barely touched one another, sparking with flashes of life, of reality around me for just a moment before they drifted apart, back to nonexistence. My reality was devoured by something empty, barren and white. Silence in its purest form.
Drifting, aimlessly, the waves began to collect, faster then before. I strained, mind twitching with thought in my dreams, tension becoming greater and greater. More thoughts, more life! A spark, a jolt of energy, a snap of vibrancy much more brilliant than before hit me hard, snapping my mind back to reality, back to the very real world I had detached from. Everything had been white, brighter and brighter, something lovely, peaceful and new as I opened my eyes.
I awoke in the bowels of Hell. Light faded entirely, a