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Red EarthWhen bloodshed is necessary and lifespans tend to vary.
Please dear, the banner you must carry from battle to the end.

Now dear, stop your crying.
Your tears won't stop your loved ones from dying.

On the ground, the corpses are lying.
Bleeding red into the earth.

Daughters and sons, keep on fighting.
As long as the enemy is still biting.

For the future of this country you are writing.
The end is drawing near.

Reload your guns and continue shooting.
Till the opposing side is no longer moving.

Let this be a warning to them because we refuse to loose.

When bloodshed is necessary and lifespans tend to vary.
Please dear, the banner you must

To FreedomO! little bird, have you come to join me
As I weave the melody of my soul?
Each arpeggio sweeps me to countless New Worlds at once
Each crisp trill links to my back New Wings, pair by pair
Our song of passion, crystalline and clear
Unheeded, naïve, so pristine and pure
Which even iron whips and steel rods cannot break
As long as our hearts and souls soar free,
Just as you and your wings
May our minor scale be the only dark scale
And the only dark stairs we must climb!
May our minor cadence be the only cruel cadence
And the only cruel bars we must find!
Let us sing, then, 'til
The heavy footsteps of reality or sleep
Tread upon our graceful fantasies;
Until then, let us sing! --- a thousand years to this freedom
Liberty, long live and prosper.

Let Her GoYou say you love her,
but her love for you is low
if she doesn't feel the same as you,
you have to let her go

She says she doesn't feel love
you're more of a friend than so
so as of right now,
you must let her go

She does like, but nothing more
when it comes to dates, she says no
so without further ado,
just let her go

She needs a friend, not a boyfriend
can you understand?
she's not ready for a relationship
be a shoulder she could cry on
and be a great friend
there's my tip

You say you love her,
but her love for you is low
if she doesn't feel the same as you,
you have to let her go

She says she doesn't feel love
you're more of a friend

Sleep (I Know)And I know
when I say your name
I'm safe
when I close my eyes today
I'll see you again
tomorrow

And I know
that my fears are all that's left
that keep me from your arms
that keep me from you
and seeing you again
tomorrow

And I smoke
to burn away my tongue
so that I won't lie again
and yet here I stand
wishing that I could speak
wishing that I could say

I love you

What truth is there
what I believe
what truth is there in honesty?

Well the truth is there
if I believe
the truth is in my honesty

To hell with Hell

And I want
the sun to have your eyes
and looking over me
until mine are open

So I'm dying
on my journey to be born

If I'm supposed to fly so high fly for meIf I'm supposed to fly so high
Suppose the sunlight stings my eyes
Will these tears be dry by nighttime
And will these battle scars be healed by moonlight
Or concealed by the lack of brightness
I feel like the city lights looking up are sightless
Despite their shine
And will the clouds catch me if the stars bite
Maybe in time
Perhaps you should patch me up with morning glue
The fog shrouds the sky's hue
And everyone waits for light to break through
And we fake it too
Everyone waits
For things past due
Last time a lightbulb wasn't enough
It was stuff
Just stuff
And my nightlight was tough
It's bluffs and fights were more than alright
And my d

War Cry of My SoulWhy does the world stop breathing
When the candle is blown out?
And the oceans are a deep maroon.
The army is lead by the dead platoon,
The rebel yell is a dispassionate shout.

Killing time with the painting
And the bleeding and the ink.
If the captain isn't leading
Or the commander is passed out in the sink.

In the first world there are problems
And some superficial pain.
But the struggle still continues
Magnified in any venues
And the human condition's a constant drain.

When the acid in your teardrops
Hits your pillow in the sun.
Stopping space from bending round the like
Of repast and exercise bikes.
A holographic point twenty two gun.

A few words from a song I'm scared to like!Two billion more will die tonight!
Imagine stacks of burning flesh,
Whole city blocks now house the ashes of mankind.

Sounds of inhuman laughter spreading forth across the earth.
Look on, there's not much left to see.

When all the humans start to die...
When all that don't shall go insane...
As they look up at blackened sky,
THE GOBLINS KILL AGAIN!

In times before the goblins came,
We only had ourselves to blame,
For the problems in our lives,
Spiralling down towards our demise.

We used to laugh, we used to cry,
Now the only thing we do is die!
Dying slowly in the winter light,
No one survives tonight!

The end of days is here

hope for a brighter tomorrowi want to understand but i dont
ive tried to understand but i cant
theres a mess
and its not just on the floor its a clutter of you
and time
hasnt healed all things just yet
i can however understand the feeling of being lost
i think thats something we both
acquired during out childhood
you are my sister my best friend
so i need to be honest and i dunno
when i will so im writing it down in hopes you see it
i love you with all my heart
but your broken
and you need help and i get thats hard to hear and im not perfect i have
my flaws and there huge as well but if we work together to fix them then
maybe will be ok it takes time
and

Beyond AllA lilac forest, a magic lamp,
a rose lost in time…

A living mirror strung on a wall,
a name none can speak…

These are but a few havens
where I go to hide from me.
But looking all around this world,
what do I see?

What do I see?

I see faces!
I hear voices!
I feel Heaven reaching out to take my hand!
And in this hour, I learn
Who I am.

A lonely cottage, a golden street,
a bridge of songbirds…

A steadfast warrior sans one leg,
a lake of moonlight…

How I cling for dearest life
to visions of a brighter time.
But tales of a ruthless world
bid me to hide.

Yet what to hide?

When I see faces!
I hear voices!
I feel

Evil Food Eater Conchita EnglishA mansion behind the hills, walking through the hallways
You will smell the stench of the last supper as always.
There is food, it is so crude, eat it now? No one will dare.
A young maiden sitting there, eating it without a care!

The brunette's name? It is a shame, it's Vanika (Or Banika. Whatever you prefer.)Conchita.
The name heard 'round the world: Epicurean Senorita.
After days of the gourmet she has reach far beyond that.
Now the world's most gruesome foods is pretty much where she's left at.

Answer her calls or is it death?
Conchita is waiting either way!
Prepare the foods until nothing's left.
We'll make sure she won't waste away!

I

Herbs and Poisons - Game of Thrones(Nobody will know your biggest secret)

You pull away to
protect yourself
but you just end up hurting
somebody else.

Lie through your teeth,
say what's expected of you.
Bury your past,
become a spectre of you.

Nobody will know your biggest secret,
not till you decide to let them in.
In this game of suppressed wishes,
one's got to be, has to be, needs to be ruthless to win.

Leave your mark
in every plane.
Never retread.
Can't go back again.

Do just enough to
avoid suspicion.
People don't notice
plans of attrition.

Nobody will know your biggest secret,
not till you decide to let them in.
In this game of suppressed wishes,
one's got to be,

Lyricia :DRememeber those lyrics from yesterday in my journal? thanks to two friends it evolved XD

the future is rising up before me, the record goin round and round, the sun risin, the moon fallin, the scratch of the hands of fate manipulatin the sound, makin the true remix that which is life.

Friend 1

Sounds monotone to aching bones and broken tones as the world hits repeat on broken beats tapped out by worn out soles on blistered feet.

Friend 2

for to ask for a new sense of originality is to ask for a new sense world wide equality. a twisted psychology, an impossible philosophy, but press fast forward to the near future, and we'll see who soun

captain flint's treasureThe map to find flint's treasure
is that a curse or pleasure?
I'll let you decide
for I leave with the first tide:
for many years it's haunted
by every scoundrel wanted
eight hundred thousand doubloons of gold
can make a coward oh,so very bold.
Now hide it and or burn it
but don't ever return it
to the mates from old flint's crew
or,hear me,that day you'll rue!
Do not search that treasure
that path is bloody hell.
Many traveled it
yet all of them befall
if you insist on searching
and for the treasure working
take my protective wrapping
for there are dangers lurking
Such grim faces,corpses dying left and right
oh well,a treasure has a certain might
to twist a person's mind,to corrupt his soul with greed
it's a shame that on gold a human can not feed
We stand above the treasure
the air is tense with pressure.
The chest was filled with charcoals to the half
looks like flint got his final laugh

Imaginary FriendsChorus: Don't say what you don't mean anymore.
Don't plan to do what you know you won't.

You play pretend because it's fun for all.
In a world that is not so small.
(End Chorus)

It's a broadcast where we play for keeps.
Hurt for fun, it'll be okay so long as you don't get hurt
get into fights, scrape your knees for the sake of being right.

The spotlights are everywhere for the people
wanting their fame, getting their hunger for a better life satisfied.
But at night... hiding from eagles in the sky

it was just a game until you got fucked over.

Chorus: And you learned to stay away from plot holes
never to call people your toys anymore.

I

DeeperI'm floating down (and deeper)
into darkness.
No beams of light (I am)
completely sightless.

I wanted to discover worlds,
to build my home on solid ground.

This solitude (crushing me)
like the pressure
I have now reached (the bottom)
so cold and dead.

I wanted to find worlds with you,
and now I find them all untrue.

And I retreat to sleep, (I've found peace here)
to my ghastly wet grave. (in this realm deep down)
Closing eyes, ceasing breathing. (I will stop swimming)
Consciousness slips away. (and I will drown)
Nightmares mar my sleep, (I've found peace here)
despair haunts my wake. (in this realm deep down)
Though you did not mean to do

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More whiningIn solitude I walk this Earth
To it I am a cumber
For marked was I when given birth
With Life's unlucky number
In solitude I watch the bird
That's left behind on wire
Like me it's seldom been prefered
To creatures of him higher
In solitude I weep tonight
For this I was intended
And hidden is what brings delight
When from warmth you are suspended

I couldn't sleepSleep departs and fades away
And leaves me at this stranded bay
Gradually I get drawn in
By the ocean deep within
Enveloped by raging waves
Crests and troughs make me their slave
As I sink the pressure rises
In a viscous flow of grim surprises
Vivid fish swim by in glee
Their spirits chose to leave them free

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The bell has rung

by ~Mehdimentio, Jan 22, 2013, 9:23:09 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Songs & Lyrics

The bell has rung, the swing has swung
The cycle starts once more
Through space and time, through fall and prime
It's washed you up ashore
This point in time, this forced rhyme
This fractal map of trails
Where we will go, we do not know
We're just fighting through the gales
This insane world, oh how we've whirled
Through its unwritten story
What you will do, is up to you
To find your path to glory
So set the sails, onboard the rails!
The stars are growing tired
The bell has rung, the swing has swung
What is it you desire?

The bell has rungby ~Mehdimentio

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Songs & Lyrics

This was meant as a semi-inspirational piece in honor of a good friend who turns 18 today. I think this is the first time I've attempted to write something that wasn't just spontaneously put together as some kind of a quasi-lyrical emotional outburst in text form, so it didn't come out nearly as good as the upbeat poem said friend so kindly wrote for me when I turned 17 some week ago. Either way... Here it is! Whatever it is, anyway.
Enjoy your birthday, my friend!

~NekoNutchi Jan 22, 2013

Thank you so much! I love your witty and playful way of expression, it always manages to make me smile.

I hope you didn't feel forced to reciprocate the (relatively small) effort I put into piecing together that greeting to you recently,
as is often the case with my spontaneous ideas, it didn't turn out very well IMO.
However, I really liked your reply, my dear friend!

~Mehdimentio Jan 22, 2013

Not at all! It was fun writing something in a different style for once. I'm just relieved you liked it.

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