Post by Pickled Beats on Jul 21, 2014 15:49:07 GMT -6
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Post by Zachary Hazel on Jul 21, 2014 15:51:31 GMT -6
| THESE ARE THE DAYS WHEN I HATE THE WORLD HATE THE RICH, HATE THE HAPPY, HATE THE COMPLACENT. TV WATCHERS, BEER DRINKERS, THE SATISFIED ONES. BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN BE ALL THOSE LITTLE HATEFUL THINGS AND THEN I HATE MYSELF FOR REALIZING THAT. BE SAFE, BE SAFE. | 0000 WORDS @tag TAGGED notes WORDS | one of those stinking awful black days where nothing is pleasing and everything that happens is an excuse for anger, an outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, and armor. these are the days when i hate the world. hate the rich. hate the happy. hate the complacent. the tv watchers, beer drinkers, the satisfied ones. because i know i can be all of those little hateful things, and then i hate myself for realizing that. there's no preventative or safe approach for living. we each know our own fate. we know from our youth how to be treated, how we'll be received, how we shall end. these things don't change. you can change your clothes, change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents, but sooner or later your own self will always catch up - always it waits in the wings. ideas swirl, but don't stick; they appear, but then run off like rain on the windshield. one of those rainy day car rides, my head implodes. the atmosphere in this car, a mirror of my skull: wet, damp, dripping and misted with cold. walls of gray; not a song on the radio, not a thought in my head. i know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead.
let's take life and slow it down, incredibly slow, frame by frame, with two minutes that take ten years to live out. yeah, let's do that. telephone poles like a praying mantis against the sky, metal arms outstretched. so much land traveled, so little sense made of it. it doesn't mean a thing, all this land laid out behind us; i'd like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while. i'm disgusted with petty concerns: parking tickets, breakfast specials. does someone just have to carry this weight? abstract typography, methane covenant, linear gospel, nashville sales lady, stocky emissary, torturous lice, mad elizabeth, chemotherapy garbage. i know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead.
the light within you shines like a diamond mine, like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway, like a snake eating its own tail, a steam turbine, frog pond. two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, death's head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memory, movements. the movie, unpeeling, unreeling, about to begin. i know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead.
i've seen your hallway, you're a darn call away. i hear your stairs creak. i can fix my mind on your "yes" and on your "no". i'll film your face today in the sparkling canals - all red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver dutch reflections. racing thoughts, racing thoughts, all too real. you're moving so fast, now, i can't hold your image: this image i have of your face by the window, me standing beside you, my arm on your shoulder. a catalogue of images, flashing glimpses, then gone again. i'm tethered to this post you've sunk in me. every clear afternoon i'll think of you, up in the air, twisting your heel, your knees up around me, my face in your hair. you scream so well, your smile so loud, it still rings in my ears. i know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead.
inhibition, distant, tired of longing. clean my teeth, stay on the course, hold the wheel, steer on to freedom. open all the boxes, open all the boxes, open all the boxes, open all the boxes. times square midday, newspaper buildings, news headlines going around. you watch as they go and hope for some good ones. those tree shadows in the park, they're all whispering, chasing leaves. around six pm, shadows across the cobblestones. girl in front of a bathroom mirror as she slowly and carefully paints her face green, mask-like, like matisse, "portrait with green stripe". long shot through an apartment window, a monologue on top, but no girl in shot. the light within me shines like a diamond mine, like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway. like a snake eating its own tail, a steam turbine, frog pond. two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, death's head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memory, movements. the movie, unreeling, about to begin. |
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Post by Marley Wallace on Jul 21, 2014 15:51:54 GMT -6
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Post by Lyra Castiel on Jul 21, 2014 15:52:16 GMT -6
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Post by Roxanne Adkins on Jul 21, 2014 15:52:41 GMT -6
WAKE UP, THE DREAM IS OVER i've got this planet in my hands, you know i'll waste it if i can. c'mon, let's give it a twist and if it all turns to - oh, wait, let's try that again. my life's too short to have a plan. here, let me help you understand. first, take this drink and this pill, relax your mind and be still, let's find out who i am. 'cause i, i'm just american trash. stupid american trash. i'm just american trash. stupid american trash. i've got this planet in my hands, i'll try to save it if i can. i'm satisfied with myself, don't care for anyone else, i'm so united when i stand. i get my facts from the tv, believe in everything i see. it's such an ignorant bliss when the whole stinking world wants to be like me. 'cause i, i'm just american trash. stupid american trash. i'm just american trash. stupid american trash. and everyone's shutting down, the people are so worn out. wake up, the dream is over. and everyone's shutting down, the people are so worn out. wake up, the dream is over. wake up, the dream is over. wake up - i'm just american trash. stupid american trash. i'm just american trash. stupid american trash. | bluh |
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Post by Lorelei Ackermann on Jul 21, 2014 15:53:24 GMT -6
| TAKE ME TO VALHALLA WHERE MY BROTHERS WAIT FOR ME | |
i surrender my soul. oden, hear my call: one day i'll sit beside your thrown in valhalla's great hall. like so many before me, i'll die with honor and pride. the right of a warrior forever to fight by your side. send a sign! raise the sail! wave a last goodbye. destiny is calling - immortality be mine! call the witch to cast a run, weave a magic spell. we who die in battle are born not for heaven, not for hell. we are sons of oden, the fire we burn inside is the legacy of warriors kinds who reign upon in the sky! i will lead the charge, my sword into the wind. sons of oden fight to die and live again. viking ships cross the sea in cold wind and rain. sail into the black of night, magic stars our guiding light. today the blood of battle upon my weapons will never dry. many i'll send into the ground laughing as they die! we are sons of oden, the fire we burn inside is the legacy of warriors kinds who reign upon in the sky! i will lead the charge, my sword into the wind. sons of oden fight to die and live again. viking ships cross the sea in cold wind and rain. sail into the black of night, magics stars our guiding light. place my body on a ship and burn it in the sea. let my spirit raise - valkyries carry me. take me to valhalla where my brothers wait for me! fire burn into the sky; my spirit will never die! i will lead the charge, my sword into the wind. sons of oden fight to die and live again. viking ships cross the sea in cold wind and rain. sail into the black of night, magics stars our guiding light. i will lead the charge, my sword into the wind. sons of oden fight to die and live again. viking ships cross the sea in cold wind and rain. sail into the black of night, magics stars our guiding light. ▲ WORDS ● TAGGED ● NOTES --- INTO THE ABYSS, I'LL FALL - THE EYE OF HORUS. INTO THE EYES OF THE NIGHT, WATCHING ME GO. GREEN IS A CAT'S EYE THAT GLOWS IN THIS TEMPLE. ENTER THE RISEN OSIRIS, RISEN AGAIN. TELL ME WHY I HAVE TO BE A POWERSLAVE. I DON'T WANNA DIE, I'M A GOD, WHY CAN'T I LIVE ON? WHEN THE LIFE GIVER DIES, ALL AROUND IS LAID WASTE. AND IN MY LAST HOUR, I'M A SLAVE TO THE POWER OF DEATH. | POWERSLAVE |
into the abyss i fall - the eye of horus. into the eyes of the night - watching me go. green is a cat's eye that glows in this temple. enter the risen osiris - risen again. tell me why i have to be a powerslave. i don't wanna die, i'm a god, why can't i live on? when the life give dies, all around is laid waste. and in my last hour i'm a slave to the power of death. when i was living this lie, fear was my game. people would worship and fall, drop to their knees. so bring me the blood and red wine of the one to succeed me, for he is a man and a god, and he will die, too. tell me why i have to be a powerslave. i don't wanna die, i'm a god, why can't i live on? when the life give dies, all around is laid waste. and in my last hour i'm a slave to the power of death.
now i am cold, but a ghost lives in my veins. silent, the terror that reigned, marbled in stone. shell of a man, god preserved for a thousand ages. but open the gates of my hell - i'll strike from the grave. tell me why i have to be a powerslave. i don't wanna die, i'm a god, why can't i live on? when the life give dies, all around is laid waste. and in my last hour i'm a slave to the power of death. slave to the power of death! slave to the power of death! slave to the power of death!
kill to gain or shoot to maim, but we don't need a reason. the golden goose is on the loose, but never out of season. some blackened pride still burns inside this shell of bloody treason. here's my gun for a barrel of fun, for the love of living death. the killer's breed or the demon's seed - the glamor, the fortune, the pain. go to war again, blood is freedom's stain, but don't you pray for my soul anymore. two minutes to midnight! the hands that threaten doom. two minutes to midnight! to kill the unborn in the womb.
the blind men shout, "let the creatures out!" we'll show the unbelievers. the napalm screams of human flames, of a prime time belsen feast, yeah! as the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy, we oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies. the killer's breed or the demon's seed - the glamor, the fortune, the pain. go to war again, blood is freedom's stain, but don't you pray for my soul anymore. two minutes to midnight! the hands that threaten doom. two minutes to midnight! to kill the unborn in the womb.
the body bags and little rags of children torn in two, and the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you. as the madmen play their words and make us all dance to their song, to the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun. the killer's breed or the demon's seed - the glamor, the fortune, the pain. go to war again, blood is freedom's stain, but don't you pray for my soul anymore. two minutes to midnight! the hands that threaten doom. two minutes to midnight! to kill the unborn in the womb.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2014 15:54:09 GMT -6
COULDN'T TAKE IT, COULDN'T STAND ANOTHER MINUTE. COULDN'T LIVE ANOTHER DAY WITHOUT YOU IN IT. ALL OF THE JOY THAT I HAD KNOWN FOR ALL MY LIFE WAS STRIPPED AWAY FROM ME THE MINUTE THAT YOU DIED. | born with no life into subjugation, treated like a worthless animal. stripped of all rights, just a lesser being; crushed by cruel, ruthless human rule. when it started, all we wanted was a chance to live our lives. now in darkness - taking everything we want, and we will rise. we'll rise, we'll rise. from shadows we'll descend upon the world - take back what you stole. from shadows we'll reclaim out destiny - set our futures free - and we'll rise. and we'll rise. above the darkness and the shame, above the torture and the pain. above the ridicule and hate, above the binding of our fate. call us liars, degenerates and killers. psychos, heartless, insane criminals. stupid mutts and nothing but pure evil. primal bloodshed is all that's left to do. we're misguided; treated like we're criminals and we should hide. born indicted. tired of being pushed around and we will fly. we'll fly, we'll fly. from shadows we'll descend upon the world. from shadows we'll reclaim our destiny. |
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Post by Garett Vangegriff on Jul 21, 2014 15:54:58 GMT -6
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Post by Daniel Parks on Jul 21, 2014 15:55:26 GMT -6
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Post by Pickled Beats on Jul 21, 2014 15:55:49 GMT -6
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Post by Pharaoh Leap on Sept 26, 2014 22:05:50 GMT -6
❝ | in the latest midnight hours when the world has gone to sleep, you've gotta get up. when doubts begin to rise and the world is at your feet, you've gotta get up. reach, it's not as bad as it seems. i cleanse in the river for somebody else, for anyone but myself. i'm not a selfless man, i'm not a man of wealth. | ❞ |
in the latest midnight hours when the world has gone to sleep, you've gotta get up. when doubts begin to rise and the world is at your feet, you've gotta get up. reach, it's not as bad as it seems. i cleanse in the river for somebody else, for anyone but myself. i'm not a selfless man, i'm not a man of wealth. if i had all the world, i'd give it to myself. but the trees begin to talk and the ground begins to walk by myself. reach, it's not as bad as it seems. i cleanse in the river for somebody else, for anyone but myself. hold my hand - don't you give up on me. hold on, hold on. reach, it's not as bad as it seems. i cleanse in the river for somebody else, for anyone but myself. reach, it's not as bad as it seems. i cleanse in the river for somebody else, for anyone.
is this just an illusion made inside my head to get me by? twenty years in debt, twenty years in the government, twenty years can never get me by. then i feel you close, feel you close like you wanted me to. feel you close like you wanted me to. believe in you. rise to the top of the world; america, america, don't you cry. lift me up, give me strength to press on. rise to the top of the world; america, america, don't you cry. lift me up, give me strength to press on.
from farmers in the fields to the tallest of the towers that fall and rise. 1-7-7-6: the names upon the list of all the ones who gave until they died. don't you hold back. i can see in your mind and your mind will set you free. and i feel you close, feel you close like you wanted me to. feel you close like you wanted me to. believe in you. rise to the top of the world; america, america, don't you cry. lift me up, give me strength to press on. rise to the top of the world; america, america, don't you cry. lift me up, give me strength to press on. rise to the top of the world; america, america, don't you cry. lift me up, give me strength to press on. rise to the top of the world; america, america, don't you cry. lift me up, give me strength to press on. WORDS ● TAGGED ● NOTES
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Post by Pharaoh Leap on Sept 26, 2014 22:55:55 GMT -6
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'CAUSE WE'RE ONLY GETTING BETTER
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[attr="class","boneshatter3"]bones shatter, fall apart, and hit the floor. if it doesn't thrill you, it doesn't matter anymore. bones shatter - baby, don't go out this time. no matter where you've been or who you are, if it doesn't kill you it's sure to leave a horrible scar. bones shatter - baby, don't go out this time. so what's another stan who's not a fan a million miles away? and what's he gonna do to me that i haven't already seen? you'll never stop me; you know, it's everything to me. and we'll never stop 'cause we're only getting better. we're not making this up, so just write another letter. i'll be fine. alive again, another day, i'm not afraid to get over. never stop 'cause we're only getting better. i'll be fine.
i've been better, seen a brighter side of life, but any friend of the failure's a friend of mine. bones shatter - baby don't go out this time. so what's another stan who's not a fan a million miles away? and what's he gonna do to me that i haven't already seen? you'll never stop me; you know, it's everything to me. and we'll never stop 'cause we're only getting better. we're not making this up, so just write another letter. i'll be fine. alive again, another day, i'm not afraid to get over. never stop 'cause we're only getting better. i'll be fine. i'll be fine.
you were everything to me, you were everything to me, you were everything to me, you were everything to me. we'll never stop 'cause we're only getting better. we're not making this up, so just write another letter. i'll be fine. alive again, another day, i'm not afraid to get over. never stop 'cause we're only getting better. i'll be fine. alive again another day, a way to get over. alive again, another day, a way to get over.
yeah, i feel i'm watered down whenever he's around. i put on the crown of clowns and melt slowly to the ground. yeah, i feel it comin' on when i've been static for too long. and an explosion comes in time before i go and cross the line. they say you used to be so kind - i never knew you had such a dirty mind. well, i went to the doctors believin' the devil had control over me. i was find it hard to breathe and finding it hard to fight the feelin'. oh, my heart just burst like a glass balloon. i let it fly to high and it shattered too soon. i was the wrong dang girl in the wrong dang room. i broke my glass balloon, i let go of my glass balloon. [newclass=.boneshatter1]background-color:#151515;width:500px;height:500px;color:#bbbbbb;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;overflow:hidden;margin-bottom:-75px;[/newclass] [newclass=.boneshatter3]width:447px;padding-right:3px;height:337px;margin-top:15px;margin-left:25px;overflow:auto;border:solid 2px #151515;[/newclass] [newclass=.boneshatter3::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb:vertical]background-color:#b80c00;border:solid 2px #151515;border-radius:7px;[/newclass] [newclass=.boneshatter3::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#eeeeee;width:11px;border:solid 5px #151515;[/newclass] [newclass=.boneshatter2]margin-top:0px;position:relative;z-index:1;-webkit-transition-duration:.4s;transition-duration:.4s;-moz-transition-duration:.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.boneshatter2:hover]margin-top:-380px;-webkit-transition-duration:.4s;transition-duration:.4s;-moz-transition-duration:.4s;[/newclass]
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Post by Pharaoh Leap on Sept 30, 2014 15:22:25 GMT -6
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[attr="class","mirrorlyrics2"]MAN IN THE MIRROR [attr="class","mirrorlyrics3"]MAN IN THE MIRROR [attr="class","mirrorpost"]i'm gonna make a change for once in my life. it's gonna feel real good - gonna make a difference, gonna make it right. as i turn up the the collar on my favorite winter coat, this wind is blowing my mind. i see the kids in the streets with not enough to eat. who am i to be blind, pretending not to see their needs? a summer disregard, a broken bottle top, and a one-man soul. they follow each other on the wind, ya' know, 'cause they got nowhere to go. that's why i want you to know: i'm starting with the man in the mirror, i'm asking him to change his ways. and no message could have been any clearer. if you want to make the world a better place, take a look at yourself, and then make a change.
i've been a victim of a selfish kind of love. it's time i realize that there are some with no home, not a nickel to loan. could it really be me pretending that they're not alone? a willow deeply scarred, somebody's broken heart, and a washed-out dream. they follow the pattern of the wind, ya' see, 'cause they got no place to be. that's why i'm starting with me. i'm starting with the man in the mirror, i'm asking him to change his ways. and no message could have been any clearer. if you want to make the world a better place, take a look at yourself, and then make a change. i'm starting with the man in the mirror, i'm asking him to change his ways. and no message could have been any clearer. if you want to make the world a better place, take a look at yourself, and then make that change.
i'm starting with the man in the mirror, i'm asking him to change his ways. and no message could have been any clearer. if you want to make the world a better place, you gotta get it right, while you got the time, you can't close your, your mind. that man, that man, that man, that man, with the man in the mirror. that man, that man, that man, i'm asking him to change his ways. no message could have been any clearer. if you want to make the world a better place, take a look at yourself, and then make the change. oh no, no, no. i'm gonna make a change, it's gonna feel real good, chime on. just lift yourself, you know, you've got to stop it: yourself. i've got to make the change today. you got to, you got to not let yourself, brother. you know, i've got to get that man, that man. you've got to move, chime on, chime on; you got to stand up, stand up, stand up, stand up and lift yourself, now. you know it, you know it, you know it, you know it - make that change. [newclass=.mirror1]width:450px;padding:10px;background-color:#ffffff;box-shadow:2px 2px 2px rgba(0,0,0,.25);color:#555555;font-size:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.mirrorhover]background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/xWVhth8.png);height:225px;width:450px;font-size:8px;text-transform:uppercase;overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.mirrorlyrics1]font:bold 14px Courier New;color:#999999;letter-spacing:2px;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.mirrorlyrics2]font:bold 50px Arial;color:#555555;letter-spacing:-4px;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-27px;position:relative;z-index:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.mirrorlyrics3]background:-webkit-linear-gradient(#ffffff, #999999);-webkit-background-clip: text;-webkit-text-fill-color: transparent;font:bold 50px Arial;letter-spacing:-4px;margin-top:-40px;margin-bottom:-25px;-webkit-transform: scaleY(-1); -moz-transform: scaleY(-1); -o-transform: scaleY(-1);[/newclass] [newclass=.mirrorpost::first-line]font:11px Courier New;color:#999999;text-transform:uppercase!important;[/newclass] [newclass=.mirrorpost]text-align:justify;padding:5px;position:relative;z-index:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.mirrornotes]height:165px;width:190px;text-align:justify;padding:5px;overflow:auto;background-color:#ffffff;margin-left:-205px;margin-top:20px;-webkit-transition-duration:.3s; transition-duration:.3s; -moz-transition-duration:.3s;[/newclass] [newclass=.mirrorhover:hover .mirrornotes]margin-left:53px;-webkit-transition-duration:.3s; transition-duration:.3s; -moz-transition-duration:.3s;[/newclass] [newclass=.mirroricon]margin-top:20px;margin-left:230px;-webkit-transition-duration:.3s; transition-duration:.3s; -moz-transition-duration:.3s;[/newclass] [newclass=.mirrorhover:hover .mirroricon]height:120px;margin-left:35px;-webkit-transition-duration:.3s; transition-duration:.3s; -moz-transition-duration:.3s; transition-delay: .1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.mirrorwords]background-color:#ffffff;height:20px;width:120px;line-height:20px;text-align:center;margin-top:-3px;margin-left:230px;-webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-duration:.3s; -moz-transition-duration:.3s;[/newclass] [newclass=.mirrorhover:hover .mirrorwords]height:20px;margin-left:35px;-webkit-transition-duration:.3s; transition-duration:.3s; -moz-transition-duration:.3s;transition-delay: .2s;[/newclass] [newclass=.mirrortagged]background-color:#ffffff;height:20px;width:120px;line-height:20px;text-align:center;margin-top:-2px;margin-left:230px;-webkit-transition-duration:.3s; transition-duration:.3s; -moz-transition-duration:.3s;[/newclass] [newclass=.mirrorhover:hover .mirrortagged]height:20px;margin-left:35px;-webkit-transition-duration:.3s; transition-duration:.3s; -moz-transition-duration:.3s; transition-delay: .3s;[/newclass]
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Post by Lorelei Ackermann on Oct 16, 2014 23:12:17 GMT -6
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Post by Lorelei Ackermann on Oct 17, 2014 13:39:11 GMT -6
"hello." i pulled the window up and looked into the sky to say, "how are you?" between these empty walls there's no one but me. "morning." and here the daylight is covered up with pouring rain. "tic toc." won't someone come by and wind me up today? one, two, three, four. tell me why you run away and keep it all inside. tell me, are you just afraid of letting free your mind? tell me 'cause i promise that i'll take you seriously.
▲ | IN PROGRESS | with whoever | | with whoever | | with whoever |
COMPLETE | with whoever | | with whoever | | with whoever |
UNFINISHED | with whoever | | with whoever | | with whoever |
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