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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
Parable of the Raging RiverOn opposite sides of a river valley lived two farmers with their families- one strong and young, the other a little older. One day a storm rolled in, and the river flooded.
Their homes were destroyed- stone and wood scattered by the raging river. Their loved ones cold and without shelter, both men were angry at the loss.
"I will not stand for this!" the strong farmer cried. "We have the right to live in safety and harmony. We did nothing wrong- but the river struck us. This injustice will not happen again- I will stop the river, destroy it, foul its course!"
He took his sons and prepared, collecting stone, timber, and tools to stop the river.
"Come, help us!" He called to the elder farmer. "The river is your enemy too."
The elder thought, then said no.
"What's wrong with you!" cried the first farmer. "Don't you want your family to be safe?"
"Of course I do. But I do not stand against the river."
"You would allow harm to come
Your servantYour a witch giant who has different servants that your can do what ever you want which one we'll be your personal servant ?
1) max/Lisa - makes your dinners
2) sam/ Alice - plaything
3) Tristan / Nikki- they we'll do anything u want
18+ is allowed
Sitting in Chains. I'm sitting in chains, condemned to my own personal hell, to the darker side of my mind that has withered and aged beyond my years, Whispering my fears to me quietly in the dead of night, edging me further into the abyss of time, time that will eventually throw me at the feet of my inevitable death. But until then I will continue this deadly masquerade until one day I pull the mask off and fall into oblivion.
Shadows on the WallsShadows on the Walls
The shadows flickered on the walls, as they did every night. The room was empty save for them, and the stiff, inflexible mattress upon which he lay. The shadows danced a flexuous dance that captivated Ivan's soul. He had come to name them; they were his only friends, after all. He named them by their attributes. There was Pointy Shadow: a shadow with many sinister spikes, which jutted out from its undulating figure, splattered against the dull, blistering canvas that was the peeling walls of Ivan's small apartment. It abided in the left corner of the room. Then there was Elusive Shadow, a shadow that was not always there. It appeared every so often—when the moon reached its zenith. Then there was Wavy Shadow, appearing as a rippling tide in the far right-hand corner of the room. It was diminutive and serene, but when the darkness was at its strongest, it would surge and flow as a tempestuous ocean. One final shadow remained: the Unmoving Shadow. Barely
The Red BalloonThe Red Balloon
There was once a girl called Bella who everyday on the way to school would pass a man selling balloons. One particular morning Bella noticed a big red balloon right at the back of the bunch that the man was holding and instantly fell in love with it.
'Mum, Mum can I get that balloon?'
she would ask everyday, only to hear the reply of,
'No Bella! It's a waste of money and it will just shrivel up and die!'
Bella would always sigh and look away, perhaps she would never get the balloon...
But one day she had an idea. Maybe if she saved up all her pocket money, she could sneak out and buy it.
So that is what she did.
One sunny day after school Bella went to the man who sold the balloons and bought the big red balloon that she has been dreaming of for so long. As soon as she got it everything felt amazing; she twirled around the street with it and danced along the pavement.
But then she remembered her mother. She wouldn't be very happy that Bella had bought the balloon - or g
MetamorphosisI have always been a caterpillar.
I eat and eat and squirm around things. I hide from predators. I may look cute, but I am still a bug.
One day I decided I couldn't keep surviving with a squishy exterior.
Squirming and hiding is no way to live.
I dreamt of a day when I would grow strong and beautiful and fly far away to drink in the sweetness of life and be admired.
So I built myself a chrysalis. I was worried at first because I could no longer see anything outside of myself.
But it was strong and protected me.
I broke myself down and I built myself back up, hoping to outgrow these strong walls as something stronger. Something free.
When the day finally came with a harsh crack of sunlight, I froze. I squinted. I hissed.
Unaccustomed to my new form, I fell out of my cocoon, a long ways down and could not fly immediately.
When my plated wings finally cracked open in desperation, I glided--a short distance--with a sickening buzz.
This isn't right. What have I become?
I stagger towa
El monje y la ninfaEn toda mi vida como monje de esta región de la alta montaña he aprendido valiosas lecciones. He adquirido inestimables enseñanzas de sabiduría en los libros antiguos, sobre la importancia de la paz consigo mismo y con aquellos que les rodean. Sin embargo no hay mejor maestro en ningún domo como lo es la naturaleza misma. He dedicado arduas horas de mi vida a observar inocentemente a todas las formas que nos rodean, a conectar sus espíritus con el mío, porque todo lo que nos rodea acá es vida y no menos que vida libre. Una de las que más cautivó mi atención fue la pequeña ninfa que encontré cerca de la fuente que da al río.
Recién había terminado los quehaceres que me correspondían y me aventuraba entre los alrededores para conocer mejor el lugar, a pesar de haber sucedido esto cuando era joven puedo contemplar en mi memoria con claridad aquel primer encuentro. Me sentaba con la mirada perdida en los b
Getting Lost in The Everfree ForestTo many ponies, the Everfree Forest can be a frightening place. It's untamed, full of mystery, and unknown dangers. The Pegasus ponies don't control the weather nor do the Earth ponies cultivate the land. While it is frightening, there are many beauties that hide in this world too that are alien to Ponyville. The Castle of the Two Sisters hides here. Many of the wildlife call the Everfree Forest their homes. Though we live in Ponyville, we have a world within us that is the Everfree Forest. We may not be aware of it but at some point in our lives, we awaken to the fact that we are right dab in the middle of the Everfree Forest, with the direction to go to back to Ponyville a mystery to us. It may be terrifying for someponies but it's not all bad. The Everfree Forest has some pit stops that are safe like Zecora's hut or the Castle of the Two Sisters. These serve as markers to help us find our way back to Ponyville. We als
A woman who lovedI knew of a woman. A woman born, inadequately shaped to our standards of beauty, yet superseding that with wisdom scraped from the gray ghetto streets and hands that master the art of fulfilling cuisine. The woman also Loved.
Men —more like boy — teased.
And the world cared not.
Yet the woman still Loved. Her floppy smile somehow spread warmth more than the sun itself; her benevolent nature contrasted that nasty setting of 134 Burnt Street. She limped whenever she walked home, and the people thought less of her for the knee strained in a car accident. A gentle smile was still on her face, and she greeted them like old family, not a sign of hurt within those mossy eyes.
I knew of a woman. She talked to me when I sat alone on the park bench — new in that odd place. She smiled her floppy smile. And she became my first friend.
Men —more like boy — teased.
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
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