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Echoes in the DarkEchoes in the Dark

The day and age, like shadows they change
But this human race, it just stays the same
Oppressive shadow, burn the earth where you cast
Break the men and build your empire to last

Slaver, seducer, usurper abuser
So many names so little faith
A God without a preacher
A scream without a wraith
ECHOES IN THE DARK!

WE KEEP FIGHTING
AND WE KEEP FALLING
THE INNOCENT KEEP DYING
AND THE DEAD KEEP CRAWLING!
World on fire, the earth is in flames
A death toll for the liar bares a hundred million names!
Keep your arrogance, keep it close
Keep your ignorance, savour every dose
WE THINK WE’RE GODS AMONG MEN
WE THINK WE’LL L

Won't Tell Lies TwiceDon't ask me what I want
'cause I won't tell you otherwise
but I will guarantee you
that I won't tell lies twice

(verse 1)
My problems won't concern you
it's nothin' like it was before
you won't know how it goes
I won't sit there to be a bore

Don't ask me what I want
'cause I won't tell you otherwise
but I will guarantee you
that I won't tell lies twice

(verse 2)
You're gonna think what happened to me
'cause I'm more serious than before
'cause like I said
I won't sit there and be a bore

Don't ask me what I want
'cause I won't tell you otherwise
but I will guarantee you
that I won't tell lies twice

I won't tell lies twice
no, I won't tell

Life is like a ButterflyLife is like a butterfly,
Beautiful but small,
So many people in this world,
Like some don’t exist at all,

We start out as a caterpillar,
Children always learning,
We look to see more than we know,
Our minds ever churning,

We withdraw into a brown cocoon,
Developing our form,
Teenagers turning into adults,
The time to be reborn,

We break out, true selves alive,
Golden wings shining,
We are ready to begin our lives,
Gorgeous wings flying,

But all things must come to an end,
As other life is teeming,
Another life is closing down,
Your dying wings still gleaming.

Unnamed poemSee the second star tonight,
Ride through it till morning light,
Bearing on, I know it's right
I wonder if you called me.

Never growing up is a forgotton dream,
But mysteries aren't all they seem.
My recurrance is another meme,
From all of those who saw me.

It's an east-west train to Neverland,
I can take it any day.
I haven't been home in forever, now.
But I don't want to find my way.

Wouldn't trade it in,
So what if it's a sin,
Wand'ring.

I make things up as I go along,
Can't write a book or play a song,
My lyrics are rythmatically wrong,
But I still enjoy it.

The Sun's a herald, not a foe,
E'n if I dodge it as I go,
It

adverts special entertainment IIbuying = selling your confidence, rejecting = accepting things the way they are. keep that in mind.

multiply my divisibility
a glass, its sound always the same
injected poison into muscles
now circling deeply in my vein

bought special trainers one day
but still experience glaring injuries
i'm Billy the Kid treading in spurs
never walking through the same way

multiply my divisibility
a glass, its sound always the same
injected poison into muscles
now circling deeply in my vein

bought new butter knife
but still slash my fingers into cubes
i'm Kafka living with wrong parents
father lays in grave, mother independent housewife

multiply my div

Emily x Lusitania - Megumeru~CuckoolI was watching a crystal clear dream,
an eternity so tender.
A faint voice like the wind
Is calling for me from up high in the sky.

If we fly off, we can go anywhere.

If a fragment of the future
Can be seen between the held hands.
Then in the light, everything, words and thoughts, sway back and forth.
I'll be sure to pass them to you, in the distance, without leaving anything behind.

Obsolete Delusions Of The MindEveryone I meet
Has garbage between
The seams of their seats
They’re gravitated by their concentric creed.
Trying to wash the blood off your stained feet
They’re growing older as normality
Bound to the belief of a strict formality
Repeating the structure given by society
Never to be complete
They’re growing obsolete
In your mind
What’s left to find
Visions and perceptions ornate the public eye
Your rights turned to obligated lies
Blasphemy is righteous in this country
You find comfort in your abandon cavities
The walls before you disintegrate
Into the rubble of your delusions.

Ready For A Relapseordinary life and redundance
some of us need-something dark
loneliness and boredome in abundance
and something constructive would kill us
keeping that THING, IT, whatever IT is
is IT to remind you of how good you are doing?
or is IT for hard times, for a relapse
like a gun with no bullets
but when bullets come around?
a bit of russian roulette never killed anyone
or a needle to remind you how you hate rituals
but falling back to habits seems only habitual
or perhaps a razor still in the pack
you don't keep it to shave
and what it's for you can't take back
breaking down, time for punishment
yet none is to be found
self suffici

The Murderer Of SelvesMy pale friend has suffered a great loss
From the murder of his breath
Running loose from this world
While his body will remain here forever
Distinguish the letters between his fingers
Where our eyes falls apart
"I witness the world through a lowered sight
I see flowers withering and rocks cracks to pieces
I see towers falling and waves leaving shores
And still there's more to lose
In the places of man, decay and sorrow is the rule
Following his every step as a silent shadow
There is no end of it
No end of the pain"
As the last line ends in a blot in this dark tranquillity
Palms hiding the world from me
Who did this to him?
Who gave him another pair of eyes?
Who murdered him with a twisted smile?
Who took away the world he once loved?
The murder of my cold friend
Controlling his hands, pushing the knife towards his chest
The murderer of my friend
Why infect peoples' minds with suffocating thoughts
When the people that will suffer the most
Is the ones that will have their friends taken

The Favorite Person I Despise.(~ Female part) (- Male part)

~Fear.
is an echo in my ears.
closing your eyes to disappear.
don't walk away.
I have so much to say.
-Your ears.
Are supposed to pick up all of the sounds.
But your one disaster, Turned to be the deafness within.
within yourself.
These words i weave, Are blessed to be.
Something important to you.
But you turn away, And let live alone.

~I have become numb.
your words shoot me like a gun.
maybe if I leave you be
you will finally see.
that your time is wasted alone.
you will never find home.
- Ahh, Swallow your words, I don't want to hear them.
You claim to be a silver tongue.
But all you do to me, Is fill me wi

POISON KISS [Singable English Lyrics]Charm me with your perfect voice
Your hair blew by the wind
Ah, lesson of the night
Slowly, slowly

The gentle left hand
Entwined with my right hand
Let's search for love together

Pretend our time is infinite
Don't change, just move to the beat
Try listening to the beat of my heart
The distance between us is nothing with
This feeling,feeling, feeling

Ah, I'll use this POISON KISS
Rocking hard, rocking hard
Melt in this POISON KISS
More and move and
Infinite POISON KISS
Throbbing in my chest
Here's a POISON KISS

LOVE is a special feeling
LOVE is just flaming
LOVE is a believable thing
LOVE IS ALL

QUARTET NIGHT

Die youngI was born to believe I am free
To fly with my dreams at heart,
The world as high as my knees,
Then from the blue it falls apart.

On the edge of a razor,
Of tomorrow I belong,
I deemed life is forever
And I can't die young.

How can you reach for the skies -
Life is too short to become,
Before you can know how to rise
Your time on earth is undone.

On the edge of a razor,
Of tomorrow I belong,
I deemed life is forever
And I can't die young.

The CarverBlack spots, chipped arms
You come to me
I'll mend your wounds
Your mind I'll free

Easy, child
you're blind with fright
Let me see you
I'll give you sight

If you've lost all your faith
I'll hold you near
Don't hesitate to come
You're welcome here

Shield yourself from words
That strangle and tear
You're a treasure in my eyes
I'll show you I care

You are not forgotten
You are not alone
Look up and see
you still have me

Matryoshka English Lyrics1, 2, 3, 4

Will anyone get this message someday?
I've been worried about it everyday
I can always be very friendly
Jokes, a patched up, MATRYOSHKA is all I'll be!

My head is singing about this one package
The clock is stuck at 4, is it damaged?
Can you keep this a secret, will you?
The world will turn upside down very soon!

Ah, I'm breaking
Throw away your pains and your memories
Ah, I've been thinking
What's been breaking me?

Hey, so, now
Can you dance more, I am getting bored
KALINKA, MALINKA? Just play the damn chord!
What should I do with these feelings?
Can you tell me each of their meanings?

Loud and clearly 5-2-4
FRE

ResuscitationA wise one once said

We don't inherit the earth
From those before us
We only borrow it
From those yet to come

We are the children calling
Where did you go so wrong?
Voice of a future warning
Have you all lost your minds?

When did now
And money mean more then anything
Anything?
Everything
And everything else?

When did cutting forests
To print dirty dollar bills
Make more sense
Then saving face
Giving faith
To children you insist to have

We are the children calling
Where did you go so wrong?
Voice of a future warning
Have you all lost your minds?

Why bring us in
If you intent to bleed us out
Why kill the Earth
If you mean to go on living

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Dancing on the Edge

by *Wackyjax, Mar 13, 2012, 12:29:46 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Songs & Lyrics

Always dancing on the edge, I am
In my red shoes, a frantic step
I twirl in a world on the head of a pin
Juggling all my masks and secrets kept

Dancing, dancing on the edge
Skipping on a suicide ledge
Whirling twirling 'round I go
Where it stops nobody knows

Always moving to a different day
I play the fool, the sad-faced clown
I turn to discern what I'm trying to say
Ashes, ashes we all fall down

Dancing, dancing on the edge
Skipping on a suicide ledge
Spinning spinning like a top
Speeding up so I won't stop

Dancing, dancing from a rope
Without a net, with only hope
Dancing from a razor keen
In this bizarre and twisted scene.

And still I dance, I'm stepping high,
Neither here nor there, but left and right
I refuse to choose and I won't say why
Except it's my lonely battle to fight.

Dancing, dancing on the edge
Skipping on a suicide ledge
Whirling twirling 'round I go
Where it stops I still don't know.

Dancing, dancing here alone
Twirling madly from my throne
Dancing words flow from my pen
I will stop but God knows when

Dancing on the Edgeby *Wackyjax

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Songs & Lyrics

©2012-2013 *Wackyjax

Sometimes the only decision you can make is none.

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~Jenteelability May 22, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This is really well written... layers...dancing pen as a poet as well as dancing as a human...taking risks. The more you read this, the more you can find or read into or interpret. When I read this I thought of the joker in A dark Knight (batman). ..don't know why. Going into dark places can bring out some brilliant art but make sure you return from them...as a person who had been suicidal when I was younger, I know how vital it is to get out of the dark places

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*Wackyjax May 22, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Yes, and I know exactly what you mean. Thanks.

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~MemberofMadness Mar 31, 2012 Student Writer

I feel like I'm always dancing on the edge.... I can't even tell you how awesome this poem is.

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*Wackyjax Mar 31, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Aw, glad you like it. I'll hang in there if you will!

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~MemberofMadness Mar 31, 2012 Student Writer

Okay! Sounds fabulous.

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