Y-Junction Driving down this roadY-Junction by ~HarmonyofDischord
No longer will you know me
Head on to my left, or full speed to the right
Streetlights lament softly
A division is in my path
While racing sand in the hour glass
Don't come to Y-junction for closure
The intersection of present and past
Veering and swerving
I fear I cannot make it much longer
Driving on the yellow line
Feels quite fine to me
A division is in my path
While racing sand in the hour glass
Don't come to Y-junction for closure
The intersection of present and past
I see two faces of two different men
There's one is in my rear view
The other beams straight ahead
Although it is the same
Loathing Sometimes I am lonelyLoathing by ~HarmonyofDischord
Other times I am so low
All this loathing will soon devour me whole
Sometimes my heart is bleeding
Although I have no soul
All this loathing will soon devour me whole
In anger, mind and body joins
And I'm drowned in strife
I will trade you these three coins
For the meaning of life
Not a fair price for me, you see
It's not worth the burden to bear
The meaning should be free
Or another price that's fair
Scimitar Walking in the desertScimitar by ~HarmonyofDischord
Waiting for revelation
A reason none would understand
Forceful eyes
Unveil a vision
Lighting a divine plan
A call for power
A lust for pride
To exalt the prince of sand
Telling a higher law
To his people
Though his scimitar was the godhand
Behead the beguiled
Start a war
For his own glory
And praise his name
He lies to the
Ones he loves
For the benefit
Of his new god
Promises of heaven
And salvation
But yet finding none
He takes the young ones
For his own self
And sends his people
To their own eternal hell
Convenience We love out of convenienceConvenience by ~TrueAegis
We lust out of instinct
We make the overlap
Seem like a profound link
Latch on to what is close
Make it our own
Scared to turn around and face
A life on our own
Raised in comfort of a home
That becomes our need
Must take part in an endless search
Our creatures we must feed
Loyal only to those who give
The things we're looking for
Turn our backs on those who don't
Selfish to the core
What can break these bonds of shame?
Who can bring us out?
The cage that held us for so long
We desperately kick and shout
Something better, there must be
A holy grail to be found
Can this be the true natu
A Friends Demise Platonic Confusion?Militia's roam,A Friends Demise by ~unholypacifist
Luminated in Magenta,Catching the eye,
All Reasond shall remain unknown,
I shall confide,though never defy,
Menial minds born of repetitive tasks,
Innocence is never shown,waning in time,
An old concept;Slipping through barracks,
Chorus:
Broken Fragments Of Glass,
Shatter That Once Beloved;
My quickened caress....
Now becomes cold and rigid
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sufferers roam;temples tainted and marked,
Faithful no more,My loosened grip of trust,
Becoming more a ploy then when we embarked;
A journey of greed;"Get rich or....BUST!!!!"
Deception inevitable,Tis' thy main objective,
Limitless options,when a fri
Lost III Limitless Options,Lost III by ~unholypacifist
Advantage Never Taken,
Lest Thou Cheek Be Turned
Hurt Please hurt meHurt by ~TrueAegis
It helps me to feel
After the pain
I begin to heal
What was never there before
Born freshly from the wound
Just like the light from the Sun
Allows us to see the Moon
Opposing forces clash and bring
Something neutral and serene
Angel and Devil breed once more
The child of balance seen
Seethe from the anguish that I feel
Lick the wound and hide
Step into my world of dreams
Over clouds I glide
Then at last behind me
This horrible memory fades
I'm left with only the new dawn
Light revealing new shades
You must suffer for the cure
Suffer, then relief
Create, destroy, create once more
The cycle will
| I am a young writer/musician with cerebral palsy. I am open minded to all mediums of art willing to befriend artists from all styles and schools. |
Sta.sh
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I am Sammy, Sammy I am.
I don't like wasps, but I love jam.
Always a mess wherever I go.
Covered in mud, from head to toe!
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And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping
The moon tells me a secret - my confidant
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own
--- TOOL
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Check out the new(ish) web site: www.sinkpotemkin.com
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"The bottom line is MONEY, nobody gives a F**K!"
-Serj Tankian in "BOOM!" from the album Steal This Album! by System of a Down