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For Want of a Better WordI want to stay sad forever
Soft as the clouds, deeper then the ocean
Beyond the human experience, there's a feeling
Passing time, when I was three
Nothing cannot be defined, it just slips away
Stop, silence, nothing, everything
Words are just conjectures of the mind, sound is just vibration
Experience is just an illusion, thought is just an idea
Breath, stillness, everything, nothing
It is here that you will find what you have always been looking for
Escape through the door onto green fields and the pouring rain
Every moment that passes brings you closer
Divide me into half and release me
I want to stay sad forever
A Bad DreamMy first shot at the confusion that surrounds us all, that something is missing, most things are fine but a piece, a small, no definitely a big piece of the puzzle is missing. We all pretend, it’s OK, but you know it’s not, you will know, when you look at the stars at night you will know, mate you will fly for sure.
Allow me to introduce myself to me, Kate. My friends call me Mat because I am sad. Every number has an even number, twenty five makes me itchy and twelve is just bad. I will fry you an egg if you fly. There is nothing like homicidal suicide and butter chips are just not on. Even if you were the brother of Kerry, if it was a hara-kari. My wings will open and let you know, that it’s all free, all free in the end, nothing matters, nothing exists, nothing can exist, why should it exist, isn't existence what they call noodles in McDonald.
I will fry you an egg if you fry, I will make you a gun if you are shy. That’s we all are. Just restrains on the road
Chains of SorrowMy wounds are deep, my skin is cold
I used to feel but now I am old
As time flies, and my heart cries, and my dreams die
I clutched at thin air in search of meaning and went for a walk in the garden of hopelessness
Freedom is only the Beginning of the EndWe can sing songs, and ding dongs and bing bongs
We can fly or we can sly, we can surely give it a good hard try
And when the heavens shall open to embrace us in its arms
Nothing will compare to the experience of being forsaken
I can see the light in your eyes as it shines through the darkness
If only you could understand what it feels like to be free
Take my hand, and make me understand, what it feels like to be human
A Pocket Full of SecretsLife is so short but you sure try like a dog
And when the final curtain falls and no one’s there to hear your call
You find that it’s a joke
Naught but puff and smoke
SaviorI am not blind, but I want to see
Let yourself go, it's okay
Who told you it will go away
They lied, they always lie
It’s all about them isn't it?
I want you to stand up and stop the war inside your head
Stand up, stand up and fight
Stand up, stand up and fight
Don't be scared of insanity and it will become your friend
It will guide you, it will save you
He is speaking, they are all speaking, they are all yelling
I can't hear no more, it’s killing me
Run, run away
You will never be saved
Song of LoveIf I could tell you what I found when I looked into your eyes tonight, I would
If I could create the words that explain what I feel about this life, I would
You, you can save me from myself
You, you can put my soul to rest
You, you can make me come undone
You, you can make me see the sun
You can make me see the sun
The Empty ManI am an empty man
I think empty thoughts
I make empty promises
And I dream empty dreams
I have an empty soul
I have an empty heart
I hear empty words
And I talk an empty talk
I see empty people, living empty lives
I sing empty songs and drink empty wine
I am an empty man
I think empty thoughts
SufferingConfusion, mind froze, on the verge of shattering
Pain entangled in my nerves forever
Hope, I am never going to abandon
A promise made to my soul to survive
The past, haunting, eating away at my spirit
The mist, hovering, lost future, terror
A realm of confusion, despair, darkness
Drowning in a bitter misery since forever
No doors, no windows, no escape, suffocation
No more struggle, waiting for existence to wither
Shouting, fighting, cursing, abusing
Go on, go on, I don’t hear it
Beating, raping, killing, screaming
Go on, go on, I don’t see it
Crying, tearing, smashing, burning
Go on, go on, I don’t feel it
Blood, sweat, anguish, poison
Go on, go on, I don’t taste it
Wait, stop, please, just stop
For my heart has stopped beating
WordsYour words surround me;
Twist and twirl in front of my eyes.
Everywhere I look, everywhere I run,
Again and again I hear goodbyes.
Your voice rings out,
A mist only my mind can see.
My body rooted to the ground,
My heart never to be set free.
The memories bring pain to my heart,
Enemies I cannot hope to outrun.
Our story is a tragedy;
A history that life has undone.
I wish to see beyond you,
But to life I am blind.
Your shadow covers the light;
Only darkness in my mind.
I am me.I am a rock, I am a stone,
I am all the things that you bemoan.
I will not cry, I shall not weep,
Even with this pain, even if I bleed.
You cannot make me die,
No matter how hard you try,
I will not weep, although I may bleed,
I will survive, for I am me.
And once I am gone,
And have finished what I begun.
I will still be,
For I am me.
Too strong, too weakWe were on the verge of wisdom but
So young, still.
As young as the freshly born flowers,
Too weak for winter, too strong for love.
We've believed often that the world
Belonged to us
And we let our emotions take us deep.
We were young lovers,
And young fools.
My mother taught me to block out my tears.
She said that when we start feeling, truly feeling
We will sink into the abyss of madness.
"I will never love. I will never hate," said the golden girl.
"I will never cry. I will never fear," said she.
Ballad of my Love for YouBallad of my Love for You
My dear, today in English class
You turned your lovely head.
Your eyes met mine; I surely felt
My heart would be stopped dead.
The other kids, they laugh and jeer,
They are so cruel to me.
But you don't say those nasty things,
With you I'd rather be.
Shall I write this with trembling hands?
Reveal my secret love?
I'll say to you the things I feel,
My heart, you will know of.
I'll write this note for you alone,
My crush, for you to see;
I'll tell you of these things I love,
Together we should be.
Your eyes, they are so beautiful,
I want them in a jar.
Cut out with my ball-point pen, I'd
Always know where they are.
Your skin, so soft and gorgeous fair,
I long for its caress…
I'd love to feel your soft, soft skin,
Made into a new dress.
Your white teeth will my jewelry be,
So jealous are the girls,
Red in the face, they'll see your bone,
The brooch in my long curls.
Inside my head there are voices,
They tell me what to do.
They whisper "scratch
Army Of WordsArmy Of Words:
Sometimes we may not know.
How much our words mean.
We simply think before speaking.
Never know the impacts of our meaning.
Though, you taught me to love.
Gave me the confidence.
Encouraged my ambition.
With every last intention.
To protect me from life.
What a wonderful Wife.
It is funny what we may not know.
As you just say those three words.
"I love you,"
As long as it's said.
No matter if slurred.
As long as it's heard.
I am protected by an Army Of Words.
Font.I want to be in black and white, words written on a page.
With a plot that thickens at every turn the reader cant look away.
Turn me into Mystery being solved by a gloomy, brooding victor.
Or maybe a great Romance with a "Happily Ever After"
Write me into Fantasy to transcend all your realities.
With a hero who is so bold, to test my fair formalities.
Compose a great Tragedy of star crossed lovers torn apart.
I will be the weeping widow who dies from a broken heart.
Create a suspenseful Horror and I will be your screaming victim.
Yet when the monster sets in for the kill, I find a way to outwit him.
I want to be in black and white, but this all seems to much to write.
The answer is not a novel, or poem, no its a quite bit more easy.
Grab a scrap of this or that and with your pen just quickly scratch,
"I Love You, Love Me."
War is hardest when you are against yourself.
When each room is a new battlefield,
and each day is another fight.
War is hardest when you fight alone.
When all of the soldiers look like you,
and act and talk and laugh like you.
When you have to look into your own eyes
as you pull the trigger.
War is hardest when you do not win,
and when all of the soldiers look like you,
and fall and cry and die like you.
The worst moment is when you are killed
and you look upon your own grave,
with your own name,
and no one weeps for you.
War is hardest when you fight for nothing.
Save MeI am lost deep within
Cannot find my way out
Silently crying in despair
I can hear only echoes
Of my unheard pleads
My voice is slowly fading
This sore throat failing me
Eyes cannot see through
Where did the light go
I feel my blood pouring
Running down my body
As I tremble weakly
Pain is holding me awake
They left me all alone
Trapped me down here
In the bitter cold
Freezing ice under me
Making me numb
Save me with your love
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