I never had a friend I never had a life in all the things I saw I saw reflection of wrong and right Once came upon a rock The rock stared back at me In everlasting eternity I stood there watching calmly as eternity passed through me I never had a friend I never had a life In all the things I never seen I lay inside a coffin tight
Thanks for the pleasures Thanks for knowing me Thanks for another day Thanks for another time Thanks for seeing me through when I laid See you in Australia See you in Badgdad See you everywhere Thanks for the good times Thanks for being my friend *dedicated to everybody to ever have a friend*
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Uh, is this the part where I'm suppose to suspect of an insinuation on your part for a faux-pas on my part, and feel all embarrassed and stuff? And what exactly are you insinuating at, Draqon? that I killed a fledging friendship, your fledging friendship for Catha, and that then I betook myself away? Or that friendship is like a string and that I stabbed at a string, a string of friendship, which sounds totally self-defeating. But then again, if your friendships are dependent on insinuating remarks from others... then, well, what can be more self-defeating???
The Death of St. Stephan Stone moon, stone eyes, sees my fears. Stone pit, stone sand drinks my tears. Stone age stone heads pelting rocks. Stones cast, stone blind, without thought. Stone hard stones rain down in red. Stones pound stone ground to my head. Stone cold dread grips my soul. Stone deaf god hear my plea. Stones cry, stone man kiss my cheek.
Here's a compilation by me (draqon), Nickelodeon, PsychoticEpisode, and Utopmk. Its from cesspool's thread of sentence continuation. Title: Puppets without oxygen Humans without oxygen. Which proves impossible. So they died. No-one cried. I lied. really they all just died, in pride lungs fried,nowhere to hide than when the dust settled and bodies lay dead, their souls arose to meet the relatives in heaven that back to Earth have fled but heaven was empty. A vacant lot of darkness. No clouds, no harps, no angles, no Goddnesses. But where were they? Up stepped to the pedistal of darkness the angel arose their minds' fear of chaos with every second grows He said 'relax for a minute my innocent friend and I'll show you a preview of the upcoming end' coalescent into an infinity yet another beginning of tranquil serenity As the end was the beginning they had no doubts to worry night covered their eyes and that was the end of the story Until the universe formed into an everlasting cyan ocean which whispered softly and silently in waves' eternal motion and it belonged to none other than the creator who giggled and jiggled because at the same time he was the dictator controlling humans like puppets sooner or later meant that if He made more women and men that He would get to kill them time and again and again until human blood covered the Earth with red ocean stain Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
I'm in a room: four walls are white, the others - full of stars. I stretch out my arms and am lost among a confusion of things - little, unimportant, real: a toothbrush, a teapot, a shoe, a book, photo of a friend; I am among them - floating, unimportant, real. A parade, a flow, a soul, we are flowing in white light full of stars; a parade!, you see a parade! I stretch out my arms and give them to stars - two birds fly back to my heart! Two white and feasting on my arms, two birds singing - life!; and I have become a sun, a star(!) in white light. Two birds with my blood dripping down their coats, two birds singing - life!, and I have become life - floating, unimportant, conscious and real.
Carmen, that name that whisphers on the edge of reality. Carmen, that sense of being around her that makes my heart fly. She smiles at me gracefully, with that glimmer of thought in her eyes. Carmen my darling come back, don't let me go from your life for wanting to be closer. Nightmares of moving on, dreams of loosing someone I care for... Carmen I miss you, I wish it was like when we first met, your voice saying "hi" and hand touching my arm. I'm not sure where the winds take me, but I'll always feel a breeze from your path in my life.
Let the bitter ones die alone Do not feel sorry for them, in their angry plight Cold hearts, cold hands, cold words of bone I say let the bitter ones die alone Let the bitter ones die alone When warmth of love does fade from sight Do not hold on, hold tight, hold strong, Not to dark statues made from stone I say let the bitter ones die alone Let me not repeat to you Give rest, seek flight, from this pitfiul home And let the bitter ones die alone
"If you love somebody, you've got to trust them, there's no other way"- American Actor Robert deniro. Casino
Wrote this for my parents..they'll never see it though. Uncarved I remained a stone uncarved a mere vision waiting to be lost to see the world at large untill my father's eyes were chiseled in me I carved within me my mother's feet so I should stand strong on the dreary roads emboldened by my father's heart that I may never fear letting go I felt the breeze brush my face wrapped my in my mother's skin her blood rivered through my veins so that I may feel the love of my kin Etched upon me their lines of wisdom chasms weaving with their echoes of age my lips gashed with sorrowed whispers in their pain resting the words of a sage. I am my mother's mind but warriors engaged, never to think the same I am my father's thighs though I carry burdens of a different name. I am no more a god's creation than a child born able and free For I remained a stoned uncarved and then my father's eyes were chisled in me.
