"Makes you wonder how far we have come, when the sun shines, or the moon is full.... Never ending is the bond that flows, made mean or kind, it will not sit steady for to long, and it believes in its own self."
Every thought, a saying for it.
Every dream, a feeling to it
Every hope, a way to kill it
My dreams, ha
dreams to hell
As great as they are,
my curse.....
I remember them, and
what they mean...
This haunts me,
all day and all night.
All day I fear of thinking about them,
All night I fear of dreaming about them.
Should I be shamed for what I am?
Should I be hung, for the crimes of their past?
I still ask why, I is it that I am the lone survivor of this place called my life?
How was it possible, after giving so much, to give it my all....
Then I lost, I was struck down, in a back to back battle, fighting to save my only chance....
I was hit, I fell, and I fell hard. My raging red eyes, with hates of old,
and my inner-begin, now cleansed, I fell on that battlefield, called my life.
I was gone, nothing left, and no help insight, then with the furry of that called my faith, the battlefield cleared out, me and my last chance remained.
The sun went down, it was dark, I reached out for help, this figure, my last hope....
she disappeared, and then a gun shot was sounded, with a scream it ended, and my next battle began....
Friends to trust in faith,
without trust to fall back on.
We firmly stood at judgement's day,
passed a trial we were told to fail.
We won? We lost? We stand here but only in question.
One is sure, and one is not. One is helped, one is down.
We lay there, struck by faith's very own powerful brutallity,
arms ready, weapons in hand, and sheilds knocked down.
The damage done, it bruns quietly, and then only once its name is carved in stone, can it hope to be fixed.
~Come faith, I'm dying.~
You asked for it!
(should have never linked it)
look up 1938 - Czechoslovakia
there is one thing worse than fighting the wrong war.... not fighting for just cause and be defeated.... moraly (EVERYONE told us to just give in to Germany..... it must have felt gr8 to loose all suposed allies) and factically (it crippled industry and it were just matter of driving in and taking the rest), this also cause shock that our noational pride never recovered and possibly never will.... not as long as we have people who are trying to please "Big brother" (used to be Russia and now its USA - Russa were 10x better imo)
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a)Minardi F1, B)PC games made to entertain not farm gold, C)Finalized (or at least working as intended) PC games, D) Communism's social policies , E)Humor that is actually funny, F)Entertaiment in Television, G)some sort of a decency and quality on (Czech) national tv., H) 3dRealms I) The Pirate bay (treason is worse than end) J) TorrentSpy.com K) Megalol.net ~all those things ...and more have been lost during my life R.I.P.
When all it means is run away.
When all it means is to cry another day.
When all it means is to make me suffer.
I ask her, and I ask you, why?
That question, oh damn that question to hell,
and a million times over again.
When one finds themselves in a place,
much like a black box, and your screaming,
and no one comes to help you, what would you ask?
But ah, faith has its way. This girl, she came and she saved me.
We walked this dance and all along the way it got better.
We laughed, we shared likes of the above. Our pasts were
hatred, and neither knew how bad off the other was.
We had our loves, and our sorrows. We had our joys,
and we had our pain. When the time came, and one
cried for help, the other sprang into action, no
questions asked...
So with a frim stance, and my own sheild at full, I tried
to make this work, I really did. It seemed all was fine,
it looked that all was good. It looked that all was
really going to be ok, for once.
That, that was the lie. The next night, this pain,
it desended down on me, like a hawk to its prey.
When it found me alone, it implaied me with every
ounce of hate possible. I felt that, and I fell. I cried for
help, all that long night. And all the help in the world
refused to come and help.
Then, then there was her. I thought she would never
ever be hatful. I thought that impossible. But was I really
just killed by her heart, by her hate?
Or was it the sword that had her name on it, and the finger prints
of my enemy. My enemy, my enemy..... I dont hate him, but
I ask him why, that painful night.
When no help was insite, I said sorry, for its all I could say.
I said sorry, and I was my own sorrow that said it.
After that sorry, I asked why? Did the girl I loved do this to me?
Does she even know it happened? Does she care? DOES SHE
HATE!! DOES SHE LOVE!!!!
And I ask, WHERE ARE MY TEARS!!!!! The are not here.
-please forgive my bad typing, I am a mess here.
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Last edited by NCC1017spock; 07-06-2009 at 01:59 AM.
People often write what they feel, and I can't help but wonder if that's the case with you. If it is, dare I ask what happened?
Most of your writing comes across to me as lyrics first and poetry second; I'm not quite sure if that was intended. It's not a bad thing, just something I thought I might point out.
Either way, your pieces are quite decent. Keep up the good work. =]
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Ever tried going mad without power?
It's boring. No one listens to you.
thanks, and yea I am writting what I am feeling, as to the part about it sound like lyrics, I have no idea, I guess it becuase we all read things differently.
What it is that will happen tomorrow,
it starts today. Tonight under the full moon....
Be taken apart, and laid down to rest.
In 24 hours my world shatters open.
In 24 hours this world ends. In 24 hours.....
I delcare freedom from this place. I will
have what I want. Nothing can stop me now.
We will meet, and my own heart will sing.
And it will say this to her:
"Between love and hate, which path to follow. How can I keep balance between... Come faith, I'm dying...."
These words, they will echo, I will make them so. I place my
heart on the table. Weather its lifted up, and given life,
or a knife is thrusted through it.
I will win, I will win.....
~The day is mine....
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Last edited by NCC1017spock; 07-06-2009 at 05:32 PM.
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