Land made by the ones who thought they weren't free
the incandescent ruin
fostered by a reverie
sheltered by a rib in me
flashing brighter than any reflecting moon
they planted seeds in the sand and hoped for one thing to grow
the incandescent ruin
where the rain is on furlough
no cloud decided to show
leaving them with not a sprout on any dune
the cage is impermiable, no presumptions can be seen
the rage was forseeable, struggling to keep their eyes clean
they tried to stave off the sun by ignoring it plenty
the incandescent ruin
hocked around like a penny
flung from a balcony
trusting a hand that might catch them soon
it wo
this planet is small
to traverse it is to know of obscurity
in a solitary soul
thinking about you in my arms
day to day
everyday
how our pride will engulf all doubt
doubt that are hopes were not a vein pageantry
They say there are answers and solutions...
so there better be a question to ask.
Am i shivering for NOTHING??
( for I am also cold because of the past )
well.
I stare for hours each day
at the unlit side of the moon
and everytime i listen
to its wonderful voiceful tune
It tells me Son, this land is kind of creepy, and you should
consider a run.
Many leaders may come
to try and ruin your fun.
well.
Incidents and protagonists
I went out and got my balister
i feel the man doesn't feel the fighting there
yet we still walked out of there alive
fell down an otter hole
who should not discern at all
Mylanta's now my favourite thing
every minute i am standing beneathe a clone
surrounded by people who depend on faith alone
their pets inspect our trinity, expecting life of infinity
the 24th miracle of the day
natural selection keeps me in line
fluffy tails tend to creep into my hole
hoping for rain, the wind to blow my brain
ambiguities alotted for this change
change for the suffering
that your pockets are too full to hold
every hour, i try to recap what i'
gather around the children
gather around your grandma
to hear how the kindness of a stranger
turned into an irony plethora
i spit out my coffee in the middle of class
i'm sure the woman speaking thinks i'm an ass
the instructor laughed and so did the rest, and i said i'm sorry to all
i thought about it for a while
and i couldn't hold back a smile
as my beverage took an unexpected fall
she brought in some coffee ,cake, and some news
about a couple law men, guilty? they refused!
a girl was raped, those men she sure did hate
and thats when in happened, during the five hundred dollar muse
my throat began to vibrate, my lips began to
I've been here to long
I have seen everything
it is time to go back to zero
with me i'll bring nothing
This time i'll make sure
that i don't ruin the suprise
and go back to thinking
that nothing ever dies
It is weird how one
can regret nothing
but regret everything
even with a voice to sing
I have tuned the stings
read between the lines
walked through an ocean
and listened to the chimes
But i still think it's time
to return to my home
as a curious child
not as another clone
Yes, I Will Have Some Bread by Jamey43, literature
Literature
Yes, I Will Have Some Bread
Don't sit on the dog!
it's just sitting there, doing no harm,
So, why would you want to sit on it?
I just don't get it,
do you think your better than the dog?
Just because you can build a house,
while a dog can chase a ball?
Oh, you're so great because you have a thumb,
so we'll just have to throw you a party,
becuase you don't drink out of the toilet.
well, maybe if you did,
then maybe you'd realize how satisfying it can be,
so, i beg you,
don't sit on the dog.
Oh yeah,
Pass the butter
wishing is now pointless
for everything desirable is already here
we can get rid of that middleman
and dance forever on the pier
let's start today,
in this harbor we share our sails
earthly fires are no longer hot
left behind is a pile of tears
we can sail together forever on the pier,
lets set sail today,
making it curable and indistructable
the lake seems so inviting
you won't drown for i won't let go
ours fears will disappear forever on the pier
if only that fear would just go away today...
Once i was there
but i fell off quickly
not in the good way, really
but in a way that fitted my head
to everything that will lie ahead
now when i want to climb a tree
it seems there are no branches for me
it's hard to climb without good shoes
so many people fall off like fools
i see them and have to laugh
in the way they travel without a map
but now i find the same happening to me
should i stay and fight or try to flee?
i stand at the forest floor
looking up at world i adore
and can't believe i never learned
how to prevent from getting burned
attempting to climb with only one branch
can make one tired of not having a match
my head appears to be spinning,
with multifariousness these days,
however the originator,
reflects many Elysian rays,
these radiations arrived,
as a blindsided fervor,
we convey with the vespertine,
it only leaves me needing more,
you being hindered,
by one naive redundancy,
me being impounded,
by an inane insecurity,
necessary is patience,
for this kinship i see,
maybe one glorious evening,
both spirits will be free
if rice cakes could talk,
what would they say?
maybe 'who created me?'
or 'why should i stay?'
maybe 'i can't believe i'm cinnamon'
or 'i've heard evil things about the Atkins diet'
or 'consume me, i'm grainilicious'
or 'these chocolate chips in me are a riot'
maybe 'get me out of this plastic bag'
or 'they don't make twist ties like they used to'
or 'no fair he has more artificial flavoring'
or 'if he doesn't shave before eating me, i'm gonna sue!'
maybe 'i can't wait 'til i expire'
or ' i should fall off the table now'
or 'i'm sick of all this pain'
or in that milk i can drown!'
or maybe just maybe...
'i am happy with what
A gentleman enters a building and soon is approached by a waiter
Pakki Normanen : hello sir, i will be your waiter this evening,can i start u off with an ice cold beverage of your choice?
Eero Tiimovuori: yes, i'll have an ice cold coca-cola
Pakki: ok sir, i'll be right back with your ice cold coca-cola
Eero: thank you sir, coud you bring me an ice cold coca-cola with that too?
Pakki: of course, sir, i'll be right back with your ice cold coca-cola with a side of ice-cold coca cola
Eero: thank you sir, would you mind puting the ice cold coca-cola in a glass for me?
Pakki: of course sir, your wish is my command!
Eero: great! do you thin
the moon is rising
a small defeat has erupted
into a sumptuous malaise
do you think think that the torment has deceased?
a hope has been replenished
into a probable falacy
do you believe i'm just a proletarian?
my thoughts have been fixated
on your lips
my intuitions have been transposed
because of your smile
i hear your cries when i venture
so why do my thoughts it seems
to be so irrelevent to you ?
the moon is setting
It greets me with a big smile,
not like anything else in the world,
it cleans my soul,
it knocks down all barriers,
it is freeist thing that exists,
sight seeing though nowhere new,
it brightens my day,
and at night it is love,
it makes me forget,
what i am not,
and brings out the real me,
like no human could,
the harder it strikes,
the more i am free,
a chill that freezes the tears it produces,
the most beautiful thing in the world,
wind
one little cower
and one little day
one little shower
and one long delay
simply and sedentary
forgone to matter
disillusioned and insolently
insensible to chatter
one line of unacquaintance
and one hollow colapse
one run with dissidence
and one forgotten chance
precious and weary
simplisity to read
shut-in and timidity
the tube feeder filled with seeds, left over from the fall,
no birds have landed on it, for several months now,
it's waving in the wind, as a storm's remnants resides
it can barely be seen, by the lonely's feeble eyes
it's near pitch black, and the air is moaning of chill
the wind's display is power, like the whole world's its windmill
looking up at the sky, i think of your name, excited by accomplishments, disappointed by the shame
electrified, and you know i try, to feed the thieves, in the jail inside
touch my hand, touch my eyes, let the faithful night stay, because the morning lies
don't believe what they say about you, because
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hello hawk - superchunk
fruit fly - nada surf
bleeding heart - go-find
i am talking to this flower - camper van beethoven
before you cry - camera obscura
adrenaline - gavin rossdale
broadway - low
untitled - pearl jam
on ice - chris thile
stray dog and the chocolate - grandaddy
cherio manou - blue states
yesterday never tomorrow - stills
in my heart - moby
paris in flames - thursday
fatal strategies - karate
maybe tomorrow is a better day - poets of the fall
babylon - david gray
i like dirt - red hot chili peppers
this is hardcore - pulp
who got the hootch - everything
there is a lig
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