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BlinkYou'll never make it too far
If you don't close your eyes
And just ignore where you are
To retreat back and hide

Because sometimes we need
Just a moment to think
And a second to breathe
In the time of a blink

You're not weak 'cause they say
You're not bad 'cause they talk
You've made your mistakes
But that's a past that is yours
You don't need to be them
You just need to be you
And you'll see finally then
You're in a fight you can't lose

You've got to know who you are
You gotta' know where you've been
If you want to go far
You must accept what you've seen

As it's give and it's take
In the blink of an eye
you could make it or br

Peaceful RevolutionI see how it works, I see all the jerks
I've seen the full range and how they all change
At first they don't care, but soon are aware
Don't fall back in the demon's lair

We all keep on changing, no one stays the same
For better or for worse, it never seems to work...
Until we can see the world as a whole,
Your soul takes its toll on the things you love to hate

Wars wage within our walls
Not with guns, but with nuns
Play the race-card just to hit hard
Segregation of the masses

We change and we change
We don't see the danger of what it does to us
Another war, another dead whore, what's the fuss?
Until you can see the world as a whole
Your so

The Night of Futures PastThe night of futures past

requiem for futures past
lament the dreams that will never last
Dream a dream of perfect light
hold it close till the fall of night

Innocence is a pipe dream
Smoke it well it’s hot
The end of the tunnel is closer than it may seem
Run with all you've got

I had a dream within the mind of a madman
I saw a stream in a valley flowing solid platinum
I had a dream I flew where only angels tread
I walked the golden path, through the valley of the dead
I soared where hatred can never last
And opportunities go to fly
I looked down at the graveyard of futures past
And wondered why I had do die

Requiem for minds that c

Anything Is PossibleTitle Anything Is Possible
Date May 16, 2013

Sitting in the sun
thinking about happy thoughts
I can make it
never going to quit

Anything is possible
when you believe
set your mind
up to achieve

So many negative comments
play over in my head
learning to shut it off
and just love myself

Anything is possible
everything will be ok
whatever I face
makes me stronger

Sitting in the sun
thinking about happy thoughts
I can make it
never going to quit

Anything is possible
when you believe
set your mind
up to achieve

Ballad of the Philisophical Juice-HeadThough it’s been an hour
it feels like years
since I held you in my arms.

How I long to run my hands
across the shining surface
of your autumn coloured hair.

Your glassy lips might press against mine,
sure – and your red blush comes to me
with my tongue in your throat.

Your neck upturned,
the curves of your body thrust in the air,
with all the breath pouring from you.

In disgust I throw you from myself,
- watch you crumple to the floor
where rigidly you shatter.

We had such plans,
you and I oh Liebling mine,
but all for nought.

My sweet Calypso
how I pined for thee,
but in your absence – I find another.

You thought, m

Indulging: Idol Syndrome english lyrics.

Before I noticed change,
I had become and act of game,
The miracle of rich and fame,
Had taken the new role in leading my name,

It's but a simple act,
You sing all good and they'll react,
And in the end, there are not facts,
But a endless crowd that's drowning in the impact.

Ah, beyond all the fun,
There I will stand, the amazing person I have become!

"Look, the star of the show!"
Dancing to words they don't know,
I hung my swaying head low,
Alongside, I was dancing-
Taking it in,
Wearing lies on my skin,
We all were laughing, and laughing to:
"My oh my, my goodness, why?"
Feels like a dream,
Drowning in my esteem,
And in my head it all se

Daughter of Evil - My VersionOnce upon very long time ago
Was an evil kingdom no one dared to face
The ruler who was so mean
A young girl at the age 14

So many furnitures was given her
A loyal servant who looked very alike
Her horse was named Josephine
All the riches of the world she owned.

Of you got no money that's no easy fee
Don't really care just take from those you see
All of those who try to take me down
They will just go and
Bow down to me

Evil flowers
Steadily bloom
With an taste of likely doom
But the weeds who feel that they want to stay
They'll just die and and feed me the same anyway.

The young princess had a crush on a man.
Of blue who wasn't feeling th

Hardcore Soft GirlI like wearing miniskirts and I read Marie Claire
I like bubblegum pop music and I like to dye my hair
I like rich thick hot pink lipgloss and I like to pretend
I still dress up all the time even though I’m seventeen
And I'm learning how to defend myself

I pretend my legs are made of silk, pretend I'm Sleeping Beauty
I fake like I'm a natural blonde and fake like I'm a cutie
I like having kitten pits and I like kissing girls
I like clothes that show off my tits and I like wearing pearls

I like the way my hair smells of peaches
And I like it even when it reeks of 15 different kinds of bleaches

I'm a hardcore soft girl
I'm a pincushion

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.

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

Stone HeartStone Heart

The world is a dark, cruel place where your forced to play life's games. With no say in anything you get pulled down into the waves. Most would give up and drown knowing there's no miracle to be found. With hearts of stone they sink down into the unknown.

A heart of stone in a world so cold. If a tear were to fall in it's cracks, it would freeze and then expand. The stone heart would fracture and explode right in your hands. Another fragile soul will be lost again...again, again.

~~~ Oh oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh.

Now she to, is in the waves. The darkness reaches out to embrace her. But unlike those from before she

Virgin ThiefWatch out Boy!

She’s a virgin thief.

Look Out Boy!

Or you’ll be in disbelief..

The mountains may crumble and the sky may fall

she’ll leave you high and dry.

With a baby and a wedding dress,

that’s not for you,

but for some other lucky two.

no she won’t be afraid.

no she won’t, be afraid,

and she won’t,

stand by you.

FakeYou pretend to be someone. Why?
Admiration?
Jealousy?
Mockery?

You decide to forget yourself. Why?
Regret?
Sorrow?
Meditation?

You lie to yourself. Why?
Incredulity?
Misconstruction?
Misinterpretation?

Guren no Yumiya-fan translationSie sind das Essen und wir sind die Jäger!

I can't recall the names of
Any of these trampled flowers.
All I see around me are these
Birds awaiting newfound windfall.

In this time of grief and crisis,
Prayers won't solve anything.
All that matters here and now
Is the will to fight and conquer.

Oh, ye who cower and scoff at us
For the will
To endure
And move on
Past the dead,
Wallow in your cages like the pigs you are
And give us the freedom of starving wolves!

The humiliation of being imprisoned
Gives us the will to arise and strike back!
We hunt down our prey beyond these walls,
And in victory, we cry out!
"Jäger!"
We are consum

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nemam ime
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uvijek sam ti samo htio oprostiti sve
i dati se iznova
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da budemo vatromet na nebu
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ljudi ne razumiju
da je ljubav grmljavina u tihoj noci
a svijet samo prasina
koju ce vjetar sigurno odnijeti

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Beautiful Madness

by ~kuroinami, Aug 17, 2006, 9:38:12 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Songs & Lyrics

I stand here today
Alone in the crowd
Totally abandoned
Even though I’m surrounded
And the voices, they come
To torment my poor soul
And point out the things
I’d rather left untold

Chorus:
I can see myself
With crystal clarity
My flaws on display
They’re all I can see
I’m alone with myself
What’s left of me, that is
And I just can’t escape
This beautiful madness

This beautiful madness

With my imperfections shining
Like bloody gems in a row
I just keep wondering
How everyone doesn’t know
That I turn from the light
So that it won’t show
More dark secrets I hide
Deep in my black soul

Chorus:
I can see myself
With crystal clarity
My flaws on display
They’re all I can see
I’m alone with myself
What’s left of me, that is
And I just can’t escape
This beautiful madness

This beautiful madness

I fight by myself to keep
What’s left of my sanity
I fight to keep myself out
To not know all about me
Some people journey to find themselves
And come back with only lies
While I struggle with the dark truths
My poor soul can’t hide

Chorus:
I can see myself
With crystal clarity
My flaws on display
They’re all I can see
I’m alone with myself
What’s left of me, that is
And I just can’t escape
This beautiful madness

This beautiful madness

To see one’s self
Is a beautiful thing?
Sometimes I wonder
Okay, so I’m always wondering,
If the sight of a soul
Is so undeniably good
Why do I writhe here in torment?
Maybe I’ve just misunderstood, but

Chorus:
I can see myself
With crystal clarity
My flaws on display
They’re all I can see
I’m alone with myself
What’s left of me, that is
And I just can’t escape
This beautiful madness

And I just can’t escape
This beautiful madness

Beautiful Madnessby ~kuroinami

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Songs & Lyrics

Okay, so the title's a little weird, but the song explains it. I wrote this after talking with Kat on our very different views of what madness is. And the more I thought about it, the more I realised that there HAD to be more than one type of madness, I've actually seen a couple different types. Anyways, this is the type (at least I think it is) that Kat was talking about.

Inspired from listening to Superchic[k]'s Stand in the Rain one too many times. No, the lyric, message, and overall feel are nothing alike. I just like background music while I work.

This is also inspired by Blood and Sunglasses Copywrite

I'd recomend it, especially if you are interested in very well written psycological torment and/or vampires.

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~synthwrr Sep 2, 2006

Awesome.

... awesome.

~kuroinami Sep 2, 2006 Hobbyist Writer

I'm glad that you like it. Any other feed back would also be appreciated.

~synthwrr Sep 2, 2006

my brain is a bowl of cream

~kuroinami Sep 2, 2006 Hobbyist Writer

Ah, yes, I have indeed known this feeling before, tis why it took my so long to comment on your last poem. It wasn't that I didn't like it, it was that I felt I couldn't do it justice.

~synthwrr Sep 2, 2006

Now you're making me feel guilty

~kuroinami Sep 2, 2006 Hobbyist Writer

Guilty? Thats odd, I had no intentions of doing so...

~synthwrr Sep 2, 2006

Ah, because you actually wait till you can do justice to a work... while I just apologize for my brainlessness and say nothing whatsoever.

~kuroinami Sep 2, 2006 Hobbyist Writer

lol, tis fine. I'm a comment whore and will take any I can get.

~LadyShadowblade Aug 17, 2006

I would like to say first of all, very nice. I really enjoyed the contrast between images of darkness and clarity.
Have you ever read the poem Love Song of a Mad Girl? (Or maybe it's Mad Girl's Love Song, I can't remember).

~kuroinami Aug 17, 2006 Hobbyist Writer

Hm, no, can't say that I have? Do you know who wrote it?

And I'm glad that you liked this.

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