Now out of reachBurdensome transience cease the painNow out of reach by skromnost
somewhere in depths of the farthest sea of oblivion.
Vanishes in the unknown,
above the promised
in the spring of desired serenity.
Currents of time do not reach to it.
Time, that slimy thief,
owes to people many lives
they never had,
stolen, unreal like dreams
in the game without rules,
on the road of no return.
Uncertainty lasts as the only sureness
in the noise of all incoming.
Whereas, hope is in the stunning beauty,
which comes to life
with the dance of realized dreams
and newborn stars,
accompanying the music of the surrealism constellation
high above the planes of others unfinished realities.
The time of the only one and past reality
dried up its own existing abundance,
gifted with preponderance of the transience
and her crown, speed.
Its children, furious,hungry and unfortunate years
captured in interim fittings,
Screams of the passed years stay unheard
in the foothills of the land of dreams.
Here the universe rests
When the heart dreams, the mind is silentSudden, faster beats,When the heart dreams, the mind is silent by skromnost
favorite caprice of him
ceased the rapids of thoughts
that dreadful growl
He bawls again:
Let me be, you dull windbag!
Your discipline and restrictions
are so deadening;
I understand and love the beauty of life
better than you,
so what if I suffer
as long as I am not like you.
Machines sounds of this world
Louder than human heartbeats
Only are ostensibly mightier;
Though, at times
I cannot hear my beating
due to some device knocking.
you are the same as the wall clock
or other device, so lifeless;
It makes circles,
crossing over the same numbers;
While your thoughts follow the same circular path.
Like two brothers.
You resemble more to a tool.
Mechanism, seemingly made with no defect
Domain, opposite to where mine prevail;
Striking difference between the two of us
Thereby your principle of work is known;
Once it is on a run
does not stop till it breaks.
Replaces spontaneity as sickness,
and does not permit anything alive pass the boundary.
Losing Hope Was FreedomWater flows in the seaLosing Hope Was Freedom by Ryu85
The way you grow through the flowers
I will not see a better sight
High and mighty
High and mighty
Is this the end?
baby drilledif the sun stillbaby drilled by YouInventedMe
shines then the
we've been repeating
what the rain said
spray the earth's
into the bay
let them make
in the riverbed
with one hand
what the other
the night in
Emo?Emo?Emo? by yaoifan444
is it really that bad?
you cant accept the fact
that i get a little sad?
that i am a little mad?
so i favor black
and i dont like pink
you use those as reasons
to make my soul sink
so some of us cut
and some of us dont
we can smile
laugh love and live
we're just not like the rest
sure we cry
we want to die
but none of you understand
its not like we had planned
to live life like this
to spend our days
depressed and amiss
we're not bad people
we dont worship satan
we're not out to kill anyone
we just dont like the world
as much as everyone else
and we dont like ourselves
as much as we could
but we're ok with that
you can call us ugly
you can call us fat
but you cant change who we are
we are emo
whats so wrong with that?
compulsive liar.once i asked you your favouritecompulsive liar. by estallidos
colour, and you said, "the brown
of your eyes," so i put in one green
contact and told everyone that i
came out of the womb as a factory
defect, half-priced, damaged goods.
sometimes i am from canada and
sometimes i am from england and
sometimes i am from spain.
i've carefully tempered my accents
and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.
"why do you lie to everyone?" you
"why not?" i reply.
i wear nametags that read "alicia"
and "liana" and "samantha," because
i want to know how it feels to be
someone else for a day.
you make me a nametag with my
real name on it, and i just laugh.
(later i slip it beneath my mattress
and spend the night staring at the ceiling.
see, i've tried myself on one too many
times, and the fit is never right.)
you call me your little compulsive
liar, and i guess that is supposed
to be somewhat affectionate.
i spin before the mir
In LoveIn LoveIn Love by sleepindarkness
The way I blush when I think of you,
The way I smile when I remember your words-
The way I almost wanna pass out when someone mentions you-
The way I wanna go to bed early,
Just so I can dream of you-
The way I wanna hold your hand,
The way I write your name on my schoolpapers-
The way I wish I shared every class with you,
The way my heart beats faster,
And the way I feel when I imagine you with me-
I'm just like every other girl,
Who's ever wanted to be held by someone else-
And I'm just like every story,
Hoping for a love-filled ending-
Because I'm human too,
And I somehow still feel-
After all I've been through,
I still feel love-
So we look like Sid and Nancy,
Walking together hand-in-hand-
And I couldn't have been happier,
The night we met-
Already sharing our life stories,
I'm not alone anymore-
And I love you,
And you love me too...
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