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These TracksAs I lie here on these train tracks
I wait to pay my final tax
Reminisce of memories shared
Until the end that you've declared
The sun fell and the moon arose
Escaping the trees are the crows
I'm envious of their free wings
Such emotion heartbreak brings
In midnight sky I see your face
My soul wanders to a special place
But if I leave, you'll still be there
A remembrance of grand despair
Who has meant the most to me
You're the only one I see
This is difficult to withstand
If only you could understand
Your lips are one memory I truly miss
So when you and your lover begin to kiss
Anger swells up within my veins
Adrenaline can't break these chains
Destiny is fate, there is no excuse
I'm stuck here singing lovesick blues
Wishing on stars for a second chance
Just that one last, final dance
My watch tells me it's time to go
My departure will be far from slow
There's one more message that I must send
Before into Heaven I transcend
I still love you, whatever I say
My love for you grows more ea
Beyond Your GatesYou've always been here
Yet I still wonder
Why our relationship
Has gone asunder
Look at my eyes
Look how time flies
One day you just left
Where did you go
Please tell me very soon
This I must know
Why did you leave
Why make me grieve
You need to get courage
To open your eyes
Look at your residence
That would be wise
Grab your suitcase
Leave your disgrace
Come live with me
There's plenty to see
Born to ProtectThe red sun above shines so bright
Guiding our way with its grand light
Down on the Earth exist the guided
Those special souls that live divided
Each living soul has a protector
Whom is one of God's many spectres
Sworn to guard its child 'till death
When the child takes its last breath
Whether the child punches its foe
Or murders him and gets sent to Death Row
The protector shall always be there
Even if the child does not care
When the child finds itself an adult
The protector will feel much guilt
The child will go its separate way
The protector will have nothing to say
The protector will pay its final tax
But protectors possess wings of wax
They fly to the sun to say good bye
Their wings melt and then they die
Please understand this now, my love
You are my wondrous, beautiful dove
I'm your protector, here to serve you
Never leave, and I'll stay here too
Audiohead IThe Arkansas desert sun seemed to have been exerting all its energy that one day, that one summer day, for the temperature had risen ten degrees above the norm. He sat in his room motionless, simply watching the wall; watching the wall to see if it would move. He was convinced that the wall was going to move. Move and encircle him and the world around him in such a way that escape would be impossibly; not even a thought. It did not move; in fact, it never moved. Not a single inch nor single centimeter, for the wall moving would completely defy the the laws of motion that Isaac Newton had defined.
In an quick, swift motion, he leapt up from his seat and sprinted to the wall that he had been staring at for nearly an hour and pushed it with both of his hands. The wall ceased to move. He kicked the wall with his right leg. The wall ceased to move. The wall was not going to surrender to the likes of him. He started to yell until his lungs gave out and the heat overtook him; eventually, he f
Dying IntentThe crimson flicker off in the distance startled the postman. He wore thick-rimmed glasses to aid his sight, but even with them, he could not make out what the flicker wa. He thought about it for a while as he walked towards his next town, and suddenly realized that it was in the same direction of his destination. He wondered if it was a village festivity or event that he was unaware of. After walking another mile, the postman decided to give it a rest and wait until he arrived to figure everything out. The nearest road sign told him that he had nine more miles to go.
After three miles of walking, the Sun began to rise. The postman felt that he needed a short rest, so he sat on the closest bench and drank half of his water bottle. Just as he was about to continue his journey, he was stopped by a group of three highwaymen. They asked him if he had seen any news reports about three thieves stealing from innocent passerby. The postman said he did not, and the highwaymen exchanged glances.
Machine of LifeWe are all just cogs
The machine of life
Always moving on
Some cogs are larger
While others are not
Quiet minute ones
Still complete their jobs
The giant switch man
He who turns it on
Can turn right around
And turn it back off
Cogs live in much fear
Shutting down is scary
But those cogs worry
Whilst others do not
Cogs do not differ
That much in between
But without one cog
The machine would fail
WallowdengarsenSilently sits the intrigued astronomer
Wondering at what the dolop brings
But oh, what a task at hand he has!
Waiting 'till the gruesnort sings
Observing with montear but not vigor
Atop his high and mighty taurel
But below this darsnit of an abode
Waits the quick and nimble martel
To send a dersode to all the venthrush
Asking for their unpaid tax
But 'tis this act that tires him out
And renders him unable to relax
Although there is much mathera that stands
Deep in thought he waits and wonders why
Even though there is much forest and landscape
There is nary a soul that ventures by
He checks the insides of his taurel
To discover if there was a fladure
But fladure 'twas not, yet still it annoys
There must be some way to forge a lure
At once he notices a girl follow the trail
He waved but she pardamares and takes a detour
She nearly uteracks and falls off-path for
She was distracted by the Wallowdengarsen's snore
The church bells ring albeit the distance
Dolotites scream and run about the
I Want AnswersWhat happens when you love someone, but you can't stand their face?
What happens when all you have is just yourself to embrace?
What happens when your heart is going at the fastest pace?
What happens when your heart is the object you misplace?
Who is the one who will give me every answer I need?
Who is the one that makes me get on my knees and plead?
Who is the one who makes me depressed and roll up my weed?
Who is the one who restricts my ability to proceed?
When will this abhorrent torture ever end?
When will I finally find this necessary friend?
When will you finally be able to comprehend?
When will our relationship ever be able to mend?
Where do I get the broom to clean up this mess?
Where do I go to relieve all this stress?
Where do I go to just take all my pain and repress?
Where will I end up, does anybody have a guess?
Why did you even do all of this to me?
Why did you put our love under lock and key?
Why do you always assume my life is worry-free?
Why can't you realize that yo
Prevaricated CommitmentDo you remember the days as well as I do?
We sat in my room, chatted, it was just us two
Then one of those days I decided to ask you
Is our love just imaginary or is it really true?
You just sat there and thought for a minute
It took a while but you finally answered it
All you said was you were not sure if it's legit
But you reassured me by saying let's wait a little bit
But waited I have for one too many years
This calm stature I present is not what is appears
On the other side of the pillow I shed tears
When you sleep-talk I hear about him, I know this, I've got ears
Who is this other guy you've got on your mind?
Who is this guy whom all along you kept behind?
Every day the subtle hints do well to remind
Every little thought of my feelings love to unwind
You sat in your office just drinking coffee
I pull your chair back and ask why you can't see
I'm dying inside is what I say as I plea
Just tell me the truth, do you really love me?
You smile a bit, and you tell me I'm your soul mate
Apocalypse Artist - A short story (WIP)I didn't know how to feel about the way the war ended. It felt sudden. Surreal. Sure, there were signs this might happen. Our economy failed almost overnight, it seemed. Chaos shortly followed that. When people didn't have the means to get by in our damaged society, violence became the new normal. What really did it were the raids. I never thought they would come to my city. When we saw the bombers overhead...
Another stroke of white paint here... to highlight the bombshell...
I scratched my nose, smearing some of the paint on my face, and stepped back to look at my newest painting. The wall of the old warehouse now held a fresh mural depicting the war. Bombshells hovered just above the ground. People were running from the impending blast, though they wouldn't escape. Fear was captured in all of their faces in that terrible moment.
I peered over the three buckets of paint I had used for this mural. There wasn't much left, but I could use them again. I placed the lids back onto th
Shadow of a memory
Long has the time passed for us. We see our future, a shamble of the illusion we once held. The memory of what could have once been, and now, nothing more than a dream just out of reach. We reach out to the memories of childhood, desperately grasping onto the simpler moments of those times. Oh how we long for those days when the world still held wonder and endless possibilities. But we are grown now, and must move forward. Past the memories and into the shadows of the now. And sometimes I can’t help but wonder; what lies beyond these shadows? Will the light be my salvation, or my own damnation?
I am your constant follower.
I am the one who cleans up the mess the humans create, making sure all the souls goes to the place they belong.
I am the master of time, I will always now when your time has come.
I might even be your saviour, making sure that you won’t go until the right hour has struck.
I am your fear, the fear of dying, and I am the creator of your agony and doubt about the afterlife.
I am the one you might hate, you hate me because of the life’s I have taken from you.
I am walking beside you when your last days are approaching.
You will only be able to see me when your time has come.
Then you might beg me to spare you, you will tell me all the things you have left to do, all the people you want to love for just a little bit longer.
I will only listen to your words and give you the same answer that I have given to so many humans: “Your time has come, and nothing can change that.”
But until that day, I will be around, wa
Words on a Page I was alone on the bus, curled up against the window with my backpack on my knees, and surrounded by people who were too tired to realize I was among them. I didn’t blame them; everyone just wanted to get home. And besides, I got the seat all to myself.
I always find it ironic that I choose to be near people when I shove them away. I’m most comfortable alone and yet I chose to sit in the most popular seats. Which then became invisible the moment I took one. Everyone passed me by, not even meeting my gaze as they walked on, grinning and shouting half a car length to their friends and holding conversations loud enough I could hear them through my headphones.
Like I said, I was alone. It made me wish I had friends. But even my brother didn’t want to ride the bus with me. If I had been the one to get out of class early, I would have waited for him. The one other person I knew who was heading to the same general area of t
Help Me I'm Dying Here- An English AssignmentRead the description before the story, and please, please try to help me
Ibrahim clutches his stomach in an attempt to silence its obnoxious growling, this action proves to be useless and he knows he has to pay a visit to the Grand Bazaar.
Visitors to the city of Constantinople see the Grand Bazaar as a place of beauty. The array of bright colours, the various smells of local cuisine and the mixing of many cultures are all viewed as a marvel, something to commit to memory so it can be shared as a wonderful experience once tourists return home.
Ibrahim’s views on the Grand Bazaar are not nearly as wonderful.
Walking into the Grand Bazaar, he takes note of the fact that yet another body has been added to the collection of corpses swinging on ropes tied to the branches of a large tree just to the side of the entrance to the Bazaar. The bodies are hanging as a warning against rebellion, but they no longer scare anyone, people here have become use to death.
Poverty, hunger and cruelty
Man stood on the top of clock tower, overlooking the burning city. Behind him stood girl, pointing a pistol at him. Man laughed and turned to her:
-Look! Look how it burns! You brought this revolution upon you by yourself! And now... - He smirked slyly raising hands with bank notes in them and then throwing them into fires below, - See how your false God burn! How burns your money that you worshiped!
-Shut up! You are psychopath! You and all your kind, whoever you are! - Girl roared.
-We? We didn't abandon the faith, the real reasons behind the things and Nature! - Man turned to girl and stepped closer, - You had the chance once, but now, you have nothing. It's time to pay! - In his hands appeared a scythe and girl drew back.
-Get away from me! - She raised pistol once again, but now man didn't even hesitate, he just stepped further:
-For it is a Judgement Day and all the sinners now shall pay... - He shook head, - There is no way back now anymore.
Scythe made a swift swing and sin
PeripeteiaTwas' the two strangers who beheld the masks of sheep and the coats of shepherds that threw her to the wolves. It was the men who's names were "Hezekiah" and "Zedekiah" that succeeded into blowing out a single flame of her only candle; leaving darkness to dominate the light.
It was because of their ravens and their crows that led to insanity and retaliation, and it was because of their red and black cards which entitled her to trust them-to love them. For it was then that blood was shed and the cries of many were heard, some lucky and others not so.
Though it was because of she that was thrown into the wolves which led them to change their nature and silence their fangs from being bared-because of truth and because of sincere consideration. Through one single, pure, and innocent soul did those wolves bow down and repent their sins to a single flame. It was because of the eyes of someone who they were demanded to kill found forgiveness and life thr
Journal of the RemnantIf I knew how this would all turn out, well, I still would have taken this path. It's not worth it, you know. The one closer to me was easier to reach. The other was farther away, but on the end, there was a shining gold that looked like all I ever wanted. It was all I ever needed, and I stared as you waited on the end of the other trail. I didn't take it, though; I couldn't be troubled. I went down the closer path and I tripped and I fell and couldn't get back up, and still I lay on the floor, just looking at the shining gold light on the edge of the other trail that has evaded me ever since. If I could redo one thing in my entire lifetime, I would rewind to just about the point at the fork roads, look closer at the light to see what I wanted, ever needed, and then choose the same path again because it's the way that I was meant to venture.
Let us go back before I even entered that dastardly forest, shall we? I was just a wanderer travelling on a boundless highway; there were exits, b
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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