FireIf life is a slow torture anyway,Fire2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then it is a blessing to be,
From time to time,
Tortured by love
And if be consumed,
Let it be by fire
Speed-way Jam (Speed Highway with lyrics)Speed-way Jam (Speed Highway with lyrics)3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Title: Speed-way Jam
Track: Sonic Generations (Speed Highway )
Remixed Original Track: Cash Cash, SEGA/Sonic Team
Date: 07th April 2012
Lyrics Co-Written and Performed by: Elson 'Darkspeeds' Wong & Speedio322
Concept & Additional Voices: Elson 'Darkspeeds' Wong
SFXs: SEGA/Sonic Team
[Announcer] "Hey hey! Ya'll listen up! This is gonna be a dynamic duo! Darkspeeds and Speedio322! Let's go!!"
Make it fast and do a spin attack, no time to go back!
No time to waste, gotta leave no trace! Don't get in my case!
Blasting off at the speed of sound! Goin' pound for pound!
And there ain't no time to fool around. I'm here to be renown!
[Mr. Bobby B.] "Okay! Calm down! Calm down now! It ain't over yet!"
Three two one! Running at the speed of sound - makes you wanna go BOOM!
Here we go! It's way past cool - makes you wanna go... ZOOM!
(Twenty hundred miles an hour!
I don't care when a celebrity diesI don't care when celebrities diesI don't care when a celebrity dies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why should I care that Whitney Houston dies?
Or Michael Jackson?
Sure they have made great music
I have never met them
They didn't die for a good cause
And they wouldn't care if I died tomorrow
So why should I care?
What about the hundred of soldiers dying for our country?
What about the starving children in Africa?
I would rather take a day of silence for them than hear about a celebrity's death.
I am not heartless
I just don't see the point
In caring of the death of someone society deemed 'important'
I will cry when a family member dies
Or when someone takes their own life
Or when a child dies
I won't cry when a celebrity dies
And I never will.
Society puts too much
On what they think is important
I just stopped caring.
Typical Brony Leaving the FandomI'm leaving the pony fandom;Typical Brony Leaving the Fandom2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm done with all the gossiping and the bitching,
The back-stabbing and the gender-switching
Between people who pretend they're something
They're not. 
I'm getting out of the fandom;
I'm sick of its porn and its gore,
Its darker side and its desire for more
To join the herd of egotistical pricks
Like them. 
I'm tired of this fandom;
I'm bored by endless proverbs and morals,
By the puffed-up glands of internet quarrels
Of who loves and tolerates in greater amounts
And wins. 
I've had it with this fandom;
I'm hateful towards drama and exaggeration,
Towards those who react to every situation
That comes about and fucks with their next
Great idea. 
I've given up with this fandom;
I'm leaving DeviantArt and deactivating my account,
Leaving behind my reputation and getting out
Of this mess of a culture of childish
Well, I'm still in this fandom;
I decided to give it another shot,
Because without the bitching and the clop
The MadnessThe Madness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After the incident I began to feel- strange
My chest burned
My mind deranged
My well being...
But I cannot let this harm my cool!
My reputation will be ruined!
I'm always the coolest between us
The one who doesn't resort to violence when the other irritates you
My head is pounding faster and faster
The little devil is growing
it has become even more devious, deranged
he's been in my way so many times
But in a way, I say that it has helped my a little
That one day when Crona was harmed
That scar began to burn
It took over
The black blood
The madness made me fight.
It caused harm
not just to me or to my friends in which I fought against
But to my cool
When I snapped out and had immediately regained my cool
You hit me
I wish this could stop
That all of the black blood can go away
But it cannot happen
not right now
I guess that I should just learn to live with it
But I just wish that it can go away
because it's not just affecting me
it affected you as we
just some metaphors to make you feel betterso i may write aboutjust some metaphors to make you feel better2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how hot showers make me gasp for air
like a whore because it burns but
i don't do anything about it
and that might be a metaphor for
how i like to feel overwhelmed
or for how i prefer my skin in a hue of fried pink
instead of rotting yellow because it reminds me of
death and pain does
just the opposite
and also i may write about
how when i stare at the stars for too long
i start to lose focus and lights blur together
and that could be another metaphor
for how I like to feel hungry for what's out of reach
or how i like to feel lost in what i sense
or how i like to feel like I'm drowning
in air for no fucking reason
maybe you don't care much for metaphors
and comparing my toes to river stones will not
make you understand me anymore than
it helps me understand myself
artists tend to exaggerate things
and make them look grander
or more vile than they are
because they hate living in a world
where rain is water drops and not
your very own metaphor for life
Way Back WhenWay Back When3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Way back when, I heard of a time
When rap was a respectable kind
Of music, you'd play it openly, wasn't too hard to find
Your homies banging their head to real lyrics in a society with beautiful minds
Now you cant find a single spit without corporate sponsored fakes rappin their lies
kids today are devoid of real music, they're jamming to illuminati spies
Real rappers are passed along like hot potato, being signed to the crappiest deals
While these overpayed actors are rappin bout their shiny wheels
And its because of them, ameircans go days without single meal
And it sucks because soon we'll all know how poverty feels
Heres my message to the autotune junkies today in case you missed it
They think you're a sheep for their slaugter too, don't get it twisted
Why you say you hate war when your brothers have already enlisted
If you wanna live on to see your next your next birthday, listen
Research america, you'll find satan's butt, ready for kissin
Remember, you don't need jewelery to fill
Concrete SkiesTen years of oppression,Concrete Skies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A drought of sorrow.
The halting cries of the steel fence,
The watching eyes of the streetlight circles.
A barbed reminder to stay in place,
Outside my bedroom window.
Vanished birds without a trace,
The soundscape but a cinder,
Floating on the cold steel breeze.
Machine noise echelons,
Of burning light,
And darkness rings to block the sight.
The permafrost cries,
Of a shackled mind.
The wire lies,
Of telegraph roads.
Machinarium in full array,
Our pistons work for a greater good,
Iron control from titanium display,
Our brains work just like we're told they should.
Dissent a sin from foreign climes,
Feeding us full of discordant rhymes.
So we're told by the loudspeaker,
This shining nation's only teacher.
They sing for you,
Of snow and greensong trees,
Your mind a mess,
As they oppress,
The will you thought you had.
But to resist,
Would be a twist,
Of all that's right and true.
You never know what in the dead of the night,
Might be coming for you.
Before Blank....There was youB3for3 BlanK...Th3r3 wa$ YoU...Before Blank....There was you4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It seems that I am cursed with_____. And I mess up things without a concern.I mi$$ my_____, there was no chance, as soon as there was a stab in the back. _____ took my life and now I can't even do it right. Irony is, I'm alright half the time, left meddeling addiction to know what's left behind. As the ticker moves on, I hope you still ____. But I got to get ready for the let down. Because now, your never going to see it my way....*MfR*
DoneSick in the morningDone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Exhausted at night
Doing all this
Is no easy blight
Helping me fix it
Doesn't change how I feel
Breaking my world
Was no small deal
So taping the pieces
In a nice little collage
Wont make up for
The damage you caused
So don't say that you cared
Because I know that you didn't
And don't say that you'll be there
Because I know that you wont
Just leave me to fix
The broken stained window
That you threw the stone through
I'm Floating on TopSometimes I wounder why I breatheI'm Floating on Top4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why do I torture myself
For the hate and the smell
Of the Love that can't show
Through all this wickedness
that cast spells---
Making the night float on top of the breeze
Why do I put up with myself
Floating on top, Im floating on top of the question
Why I breathe.....*MfR*
$ame OL' $ame OL'It seems like the same ol' same ol'....What's this, A question or a complaint? An act of fused hate, started by a trigger happy qwest, for something not fake...I am not aloud to react, but my opinion is not drowned out, A tall refreshing glass of looking into your past, the smell of Lack, that welts up with tears, Facing daily remains that there moving on, digest something that covers the way your fear of lonely days, pulls nothing but toxic love, combined with the sore spot of your life, it rushed you out of it, its not my fault, but I take the blame, Thats the difference in our lives, you wanted nothing more to escape your world, And mine just wondered away without saying G00dby3, or an answer why...See the difference in why its the same ol' sorry state, I don't relate in the way,hiding my thoughts makes it all go away...Moving on is different, when your forced to lose your world and everybody in it...$ame OL' $ame OL'4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Shed Layers from My SkinMandye= Mishevious,Mistaken,Mean-Mugger,Longing for past tense, take the a-ray of sun-built excellence, Dried around the corner's of your mouth, free-basing anything with substance,I shed layer's from my heels, To balance out the weight surrounding my wheel, This point in time, Tames something angry inside, Capture this Capsule, but I only got enough to take a $tride taste, Manipulate all the stakes, from meaning more to the average face, Locked down, From mentally, Picking it apart, For the purpose that, Makes me breathe, Suddenly my vein's, Turned up Rusty, Burning my last efforts of attacking, Someone so coarse,,,Watched like I'm doing all of it wrong, Swearing my Rubber insulation, Felt better drinking then retaining A, can't look you in the eye, No hug and Kiss goodbye...Shed Layers from My Skin4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
FoiL JuNkIEHe loves me too much, that he hates me even more, He is terrified of me, that's what happend to the end of you and me, straight scared of feeling anything, you never wanted a person more, I made you feel something, that's why you abused me like a whore, He loves me too much, He can't stay, He sleeps under the bridge, so he can say look at me and what I did, I'm facing reality now and all my pain, Look Mandye, I don't want to be a foil junkie, I want off this Halls of Herion ghost ride, I'm suffering for the sake of me, finally realizing your worth more than the average junkie off the streets....FoiL JuNkIE5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
M.I.A.Seemingly like a Paradox of tragic events, this steady head, weepe'd for this night, getting back anyway ! can, when the gusty night, puts you in a sorry state, don't behave like you ran across 11th $+. To help me when my life was dropped kicked backwarD's, You got creations brewing in the mist, don't pretend your drunk tongue,means anything to you, ! call your stumble'N ways, you didn't walk to a new railway, Think your the best,and he loves you so,I am the one he struggles with.You gotta see that,your all for a tragic show. Dismiss this tone that stores in my throat, when dealing with thi$ utt-mo$t death of self $ituation, perhaps it appears ! can't give up, but its what means the most, On other hand, I move on just a lil more, every time my eye's wake up from their coff!n $lumber bore, Distance meets us clo$er to heart, where on similar days, we where tucked tight in a Pod, This flex of time, seems so silly, when made to feel, your wasted pride, is smoked on the wrong side, A shalloM.I.A.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
SarcasticallY HappYSarcastically happy, is what best describes me, floating nervously with no one besides me, is how I live my reality, I don't expect anyone to understand, but if only I could get you to slowdown, and dust off my crown, you would beg for forgiveness and shotgun me every hit, instead you shovel related nonsense, down her throat and mine, I should just pop-shove it all over your face, for the things you done, but that takes skills of balanced heels, Sarcastically happy with the image that stares back at me, drowning patiently, nothing is really true to me, what more is possibly gonna go wrong, that's hidden up my sleeve, all I ever got is lil ol me, even if I'm just being sarcastically happy to breathe and laughing at the rancidness of forgotten mess.......SarcasticallY HappY5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
This figment is fragmented...I've decided to call this progress.This figment is fragmented...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every second that passes,
every moment spent waiting.
my memory will fade
or yours will return
and, in either case,
no one will ever be able
to tell the difference.
I once heard you sum up my entire life
in a sentence.
I once saw you move your hands
and make a million reasons
to fall in love.
time fills itself up
(We do not run out of time;
time runs out of us.)
You close your eyes
and I'll shut my mouth -
these dreams can take care of themselves.
1000 Paper CranesI.1000 Paper Cranes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We whispered prayers into the corridors
while I spoke into your ribcage,
telling lies to our skeletons
to help you understand.
you said they loved
watching me wax poetic
while I dripped candlelight into your hands.
we watched the dust motes
cover our skin
while I taught you how to fly.
(you were always too afraid to fall
and too afraid to land).
It wasn't lovesongs we sang;
it was half-forgotten hymns.
we never wanted to believe
but you said ghosts exist
and without sins.
I told the doctor
his medication clipped your wings.
I fed you sweet words
tucked in between
While I cried in secret every mo(u)rning
pressing tears beneath
the fragile scales
The doctors said
we needed to prepare.
I told them I was kissing
hoping for a wish.
we counted every soft bruised bone
with lover's temperaments
as your temperature rose and fell.
The doctors crushed them in their hands
when they spoke of vital signs
A lovely Little DollA lovely Little Doll4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh what a lovely surprise!
This gift from you to I
Oh dear friend I love it!
I know it was your favorite
The doll is so fine
The dress she wears devine!
Her beautiful black hair!
And there's even a little red in there
But, silly goose!
A few stitches have come loose!
It's coated in mud
And stained in your blood
No matter, dear
There's little work to do here
A little wash will do it fine
And then truly, it shall be mine
You, Dear, should wash up too
For look at this mess, all over you!
Clean you up I might
But you're so tired you're ghost white!
I'll leave you here to sleep
And you can keep my butcher's blade
That thing is in there deep
Your color has begun to fade
The knife you must really want to keep!
Thank you for the gift, my dear ♥