Wikidbchofthewst
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REALLY?! How weird....
*starts to hear the Twilight Zone theme*
*starts to hear the Twilight Zone theme*
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Wikidbchofthewst
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Wikidbchofthewst
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lol, I meant mine as a joke. If you're gonna listen to one, let me at least give you a song that REALLY cheers me up
YouTube - Goldfrapp - Happiness
Makes me want to bounce along...
YouTube - Goldfrapp - Happiness
Makes me want to bounce along...
theloadeddragon
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yep.... what fun it would be to eat a pastel pizza...
Wikidbchofthewst
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I don't like the part where he keeps using the word TIME at the end of each rhyme. lol, I really hate it when anyone uses the same word to make a rhyme, but he just kept doing it!!!!
theloadeddragon
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yeah... thats not how I do mine, 
drobro23
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its still a good song though isnt it kinda touched your heart a little bit right?
theloadeddragon
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I hope you can read with some rythm.....:
38 seconds
concieved, born and bread. This world, satan and everything. Sleep walking and hand held, force fed, bled and breeding, eating sleeping, wishing for thinking of understaning of these feelings. Wandering, seeing, unbelieving. Shown and loving, so oh so torn, devoted, whole and not complete, feeling so obselete. 6 billion, each their own, growing and growing in feeling until i utter that moan. Wishing for the more, the closeness, the completeness. the completeness of death.
And their is her, and their was her, and she will be. All these these things just all around me, leading to the same place. And I can't place it, its all so out of my hands, and I am so happy, and I am such a fool, and I am so smart. And so are they, I credit them all and I love them all and I follow them all and then there is what feels right, but who am I to decide. Lost little puppy wandering fed periodically from the hands of those kind strangers that I want oh so bad to love, to leave, to be alone, to be complete, to be obselete, to make a difference, to be showing of my inferrence, and so divided, so split ended of a hair coming from a head of undeniable logic, a slave to the wind being blown around, and then the metaphorical analyses meets up with reality and I am left with the truth that is me, and I handle it, I keep going on and I deal, in dealing I find myself healing and licking those wounds, while keeping in mind the powers of the seperations of meanings that are so scattered yet so contained in just one word or the formation of a sentence of words, let me go, let me go upwards, let me love and be loved, praying and answering, sweetly and my disposition has never changed, just the reaction and the transaction. Technically its all indescribably part of the whole........ driving one (me), some ones son, like the billions. I want to be and am everyone else, exactly, just in my own way. So stupidly a genius, all I really want to do is forget about all this, wish I could, wish I didn't love it so much.
Hands shaking, emotion runs throughout
I love, I love, do I love enough
unsure of self in this world,
Drawing strength from The Power,
so freely given, what it does is enliven
and there I am walking, riding, talking
crying, and sleeping, eating, and dying
welcoming it all, and so scared,
so self contradictory, just needed a release
so that I can continue on to do whatever it is to please,
don't ever want to stop writing,
the only time Im not dying, when I am living
when I am with you, and you are me, and we are everybody
alone.
38 seconds
concieved, born and bread. This world, satan and everything. Sleep walking and hand held, force fed, bled and breeding, eating sleeping, wishing for thinking of understaning of these feelings. Wandering, seeing, unbelieving. Shown and loving, so oh so torn, devoted, whole and not complete, feeling so obselete. 6 billion, each their own, growing and growing in feeling until i utter that moan. Wishing for the more, the closeness, the completeness. the completeness of death.
And their is her, and their was her, and she will be. All these these things just all around me, leading to the same place. And I can't place it, its all so out of my hands, and I am so happy, and I am such a fool, and I am so smart. And so are they, I credit them all and I love them all and I follow them all and then there is what feels right, but who am I to decide. Lost little puppy wandering fed periodically from the hands of those kind strangers that I want oh so bad to love, to leave, to be alone, to be complete, to be obselete, to make a difference, to be showing of my inferrence, and so divided, so split ended of a hair coming from a head of undeniable logic, a slave to the wind being blown around, and then the metaphorical analyses meets up with reality and I am left with the truth that is me, and I handle it, I keep going on and I deal, in dealing I find myself healing and licking those wounds, while keeping in mind the powers of the seperations of meanings that are so scattered yet so contained in just one word or the formation of a sentence of words, let me go, let me go upwards, let me love and be loved, praying and answering, sweetly and my disposition has never changed, just the reaction and the transaction. Technically its all indescribably part of the whole........ driving one (me), some ones son, like the billions. I want to be and am everyone else, exactly, just in my own way. So stupidly a genius, all I really want to do is forget about all this, wish I could, wish I didn't love it so much.
Hands shaking, emotion runs throughout
I love, I love, do I love enough
unsure of self in this world,
Drawing strength from The Power,
so freely given, what it does is enliven
and there I am walking, riding, talking
crying, and sleeping, eating, and dying
welcoming it all, and so scared,
so self contradictory, just needed a release
so that I can continue on to do whatever it is to please,
don't ever want to stop writing,
the only time Im not dying, when I am living
when I am with you, and you are me, and we are everybody
alone.
Wikidbchofthewst
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Sure it did....*pats dro's head and passes him a loaded pipe*
imtylerdammit
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King kong! King king kong!
drobro23
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cant smoke babe. sorry.
theloadeddragon
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FLOATING DOWN RIVER
Read this from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top, repeat bottom phrase...
fragmenting life,
deceiving logic
principles die in cities,
like friendships worth remembering
Then break,
shouldn't you leave somewhere
shouldn't you care
somewhere down the river
we'll find each other
Go conceive sentiment
show me truth
GOD SAVE ME
from love to ashes on foam
driving the scenic route
GOD SAVE ME
my world conformed
in a shallow grave
telling my story
to conserve our hate
Or Kill my love
And steal my soul
God Can Save Me
But He won't
The old Me should have died
I was reborn
something had to happen
I wouldn't give up
but there was no succuess
suicide found me
Read this from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top, repeat bottom phrase...
fragmenting life,
deceiving logic
principles die in cities,
like friendships worth remembering
Then break,
shouldn't you leave somewhere
shouldn't you care
somewhere down the river
we'll find each other
Go conceive sentiment
show me truth
GOD SAVE ME
from love to ashes on foam
driving the scenic route
GOD SAVE ME
my world conformed
in a shallow grave
telling my story
to conserve our hate
Or Kill my love
And steal my soul
God Can Save Me
But He won't
The old Me should have died
I was reborn
something had to happen
I wouldn't give up
but there was no succuess
suicide found me
imtylerdammit
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what part of the bible are you getting this from?
theloadeddragon
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I wrote it.... but it has nothing to do with the Bible whatsoever....
imtylerdammit
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whered you learn how to write dragon?
theloadeddragon
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What, exactly, do you mean?
theloadeddragon
Well-Known Member
Melancholy Metaphors
I’m rolling along the beach in my sleep only to awaken in a crashing wave of empathy. Shaken and stirred I would arise to become a new form, but always true to my beginnings I will absorb my surroundings, condone life and continue on. Because of the substance I am cold, and because of the night I am not tired. But I am cold because of my awareness, and awake from good atmosphere. The night is serene, the ocean calming and arousing and that is why I choose to be here. It is time I believe to find a friend. Unfortunately no one would have me, but people always point to some other, as they would recommend.
Stumbling around until I am dreary. Going through groups, activities and other good things, I would fall asleep and lose control again. If fate would I have it I may stay, and maybe roll some more, but it doesn't matter to me, my hair has grown long, and my skin is dark. I am a child to this place, this earth, as my governor it decides when I am to embark on some quest. Rain and dark clouds may soak me through, while a storm’s winds may blow me somewhere new. I don’t know anything I am brainless and impulsive. Some things feel good, are bad, and I still embrace them. When any of you may try these things and then deem condemned, I would be true to condone, to myself and continue on.
The things I am doing are not accepted, not really anyway, people point, they laugh and they develop for me reason. Something that I am without a doubt full of, and to use it seems the only choice I make. My reason may lead me in one direction, and nature in another. But either way what will happen is known by fate, and in its arms god did delegate, my future. Receiving it fate starting conceiving it, and made me a fool. To believe that this beach was an accident, that I am a stumbler, a drunken rambler, and know nothing, all contradict anything we may chose to believe. It is a contradiction onto itself, because even to believe in nothing is to believe in something, so that is my faith. Either way I will condone this life, and continue on. Just rolling and not knowing.
Droning waters
My heart bleeds and I wonder if there is a better way to express myself than through pathetic words in some random rendition of metaphoric dabble. If anything there should be something better than to babble on about things that are gone, things that are done and worthless but to learn to care for them is life. And you as you listen condescend and judge me, put me somewhere else and place yourself above me.
While I walk I float on heavenly sorrow, and while I talk of the nothing that I know, life goes on, we breathe all the more, and what do we live for? What do you live for? Everywhere I go there is no way to escape, everything I do the truth seeps, and all that I know is how I am desperate. I want to get out and go away. I want to see anything but my reflection, and the pain in my soul from all of the deception that I have found in you.
Drinking brandy, in shots. Molding mud in our hands, Acting like everything is dandy, and watching tv to waste our lives and watching our lives be deprived of justice and acceptance understanding and love. Well what do we do when we’ve had enough? I’ll tell you it’ll kill you to love things so much, and when it comes down to it, no ones gotten around to it, so its not worth the thought.
Sandy beaches are washed away every day by the salty tide. Receding and increasing the wealth of the sea. One day I wish that it would take me. Some day I hope that I will go under, so that I’m powerless and not left to wonder about all of you people who I have come to contact, swept away without the will to react, to my own selfish desires and my hate of this truth, that if only one thing I knew is that what would come would leave me in ruin. The powerful powerlessness of being human.
I want to decide how the world twists on axis, and I want to make time my slave. So when I can get home I know I’ll get laid. And when we are done she will be gone so I can just sit and drink some wine. So I can get swept away on this everyday in my mind.
Flavor?
Current Mood: dirty
simply bright melancholly light shattering away the dull monotony of our horrible existances. In the corner on the table shining the way to our thoughts and affecting our hearts through our thoughts it sits and burns raging as a reminder of time. Another unfortunate victim fell to its wonder and marvelled at its splender for hours trapt thinking of their love for the unknown next to them.
scolding the firlight the moonlight pierced through the glass of window exposing the utter uselessness of our technology, and the trepidation we experience from over exertion in the struggle for peace that we could find motionless is reflected in such glass. The chairs and tables flow into the carpet and other posessions of comfort to keep us alert and stimulated.
The millions of fake smiles spread over the miles of the world so as not to expose our cold unbleeding hearts. Truth always threatening to shine through the grime of our concepts by ways of beaming rays of delight. Fickle people walk the earth to treat us to interesting tones, and the sad ones smile to cover the moans of pain not escaping their lips. Shadowing the false and showing us all for our cowardace in exploring the more vexing adventures of life for which we should strife and struggle the sun remains above all our governer and our guide through the mystic journey life may lay with fate at our disposal.
Traveling forever down the stairs that seem to never end, and back up them for some fun and to learn to condescend our fellows on the next step ahead. We Are Not convinced of our indecision, nor of our invasion of perfect harmony, making the light so simply bright with melancholly that we cannot shatter the glass that blocks the full effects of our lives and the respect that we should observe and conserve rather than waste on selfish thoughts.
Neverending steps and staircases that carry us to our dispositions stopping us from discovering our indecisions and making the sunlight so bright because we cannot see it form the technology which brings the full darkness of the night confusing for us what is truely right.
So we develope concepts and thoughts to wonder of love, ignoring our lives true significance and forming an alliance with the false to put a stopper on pain... ignorance.
I'll walk down the road and enjoy the view even though I allready knew that fate would bring destruction and ultimately understanding of the fact that we are corrupted and know nothing. I'll walk don the road and you will pass me by without even the thought of saying hi, so I will find peace in the near motionless and you will continue on ignorant and emotionless.
Her eyes were so simply bright that their melancholly light would shatter away the dull monotony of our exisance and provoke in me the very feelings of love which envoke in me this sense of misguidance you find me writing of. Her eyes were so simply bright with their melancholly light shattering my hatred and reminding me of my love.
Slowly walking down the road of her line of sight I am comforted and left without the fright I would have for the future. Basking in the knowledge that I was one of the few that loved her let alone knew her.
"Supposedly real... I am intimidated by the phantoms. This life put forth I shall explore with love and nothing more." me
Always with love,
TLD
I’m rolling along the beach in my sleep only to awaken in a crashing wave of empathy. Shaken and stirred I would arise to become a new form, but always true to my beginnings I will absorb my surroundings, condone life and continue on. Because of the substance I am cold, and because of the night I am not tired. But I am cold because of my awareness, and awake from good atmosphere. The night is serene, the ocean calming and arousing and that is why I choose to be here. It is time I believe to find a friend. Unfortunately no one would have me, but people always point to some other, as they would recommend.
Stumbling around until I am dreary. Going through groups, activities and other good things, I would fall asleep and lose control again. If fate would I have it I may stay, and maybe roll some more, but it doesn't matter to me, my hair has grown long, and my skin is dark. I am a child to this place, this earth, as my governor it decides when I am to embark on some quest. Rain and dark clouds may soak me through, while a storm’s winds may blow me somewhere new. I don’t know anything I am brainless and impulsive. Some things feel good, are bad, and I still embrace them. When any of you may try these things and then deem condemned, I would be true to condone, to myself and continue on.
The things I am doing are not accepted, not really anyway, people point, they laugh and they develop for me reason. Something that I am without a doubt full of, and to use it seems the only choice I make. My reason may lead me in one direction, and nature in another. But either way what will happen is known by fate, and in its arms god did delegate, my future. Receiving it fate starting conceiving it, and made me a fool. To believe that this beach was an accident, that I am a stumbler, a drunken rambler, and know nothing, all contradict anything we may chose to believe. It is a contradiction onto itself, because even to believe in nothing is to believe in something, so that is my faith. Either way I will condone this life, and continue on. Just rolling and not knowing.
Droning waters
My heart bleeds and I wonder if there is a better way to express myself than through pathetic words in some random rendition of metaphoric dabble. If anything there should be something better than to babble on about things that are gone, things that are done and worthless but to learn to care for them is life. And you as you listen condescend and judge me, put me somewhere else and place yourself above me.
While I walk I float on heavenly sorrow, and while I talk of the nothing that I know, life goes on, we breathe all the more, and what do we live for? What do you live for? Everywhere I go there is no way to escape, everything I do the truth seeps, and all that I know is how I am desperate. I want to get out and go away. I want to see anything but my reflection, and the pain in my soul from all of the deception that I have found in you.
Drinking brandy, in shots. Molding mud in our hands, Acting like everything is dandy, and watching tv to waste our lives and watching our lives be deprived of justice and acceptance understanding and love. Well what do we do when we’ve had enough? I’ll tell you it’ll kill you to love things so much, and when it comes down to it, no ones gotten around to it, so its not worth the thought.
Sandy beaches are washed away every day by the salty tide. Receding and increasing the wealth of the sea. One day I wish that it would take me. Some day I hope that I will go under, so that I’m powerless and not left to wonder about all of you people who I have come to contact, swept away without the will to react, to my own selfish desires and my hate of this truth, that if only one thing I knew is that what would come would leave me in ruin. The powerful powerlessness of being human.
I want to decide how the world twists on axis, and I want to make time my slave. So when I can get home I know I’ll get laid. And when we are done she will be gone so I can just sit and drink some wine. So I can get swept away on this everyday in my mind.
Flavor?
Current Mood: dirty
simply bright melancholly light shattering away the dull monotony of our horrible existances. In the corner on the table shining the way to our thoughts and affecting our hearts through our thoughts it sits and burns raging as a reminder of time. Another unfortunate victim fell to its wonder and marvelled at its splender for hours trapt thinking of their love for the unknown next to them.
scolding the firlight the moonlight pierced through the glass of window exposing the utter uselessness of our technology, and the trepidation we experience from over exertion in the struggle for peace that we could find motionless is reflected in such glass. The chairs and tables flow into the carpet and other posessions of comfort to keep us alert and stimulated.
The millions of fake smiles spread over the miles of the world so as not to expose our cold unbleeding hearts. Truth always threatening to shine through the grime of our concepts by ways of beaming rays of delight. Fickle people walk the earth to treat us to interesting tones, and the sad ones smile to cover the moans of pain not escaping their lips. Shadowing the false and showing us all for our cowardace in exploring the more vexing adventures of life for which we should strife and struggle the sun remains above all our governer and our guide through the mystic journey life may lay with fate at our disposal.
Traveling forever down the stairs that seem to never end, and back up them for some fun and to learn to condescend our fellows on the next step ahead. We Are Not convinced of our indecision, nor of our invasion of perfect harmony, making the light so simply bright with melancholly that we cannot shatter the glass that blocks the full effects of our lives and the respect that we should observe and conserve rather than waste on selfish thoughts.
Neverending steps and staircases that carry us to our dispositions stopping us from discovering our indecisions and making the sunlight so bright because we cannot see it form the technology which brings the full darkness of the night confusing for us what is truely right.
So we develope concepts and thoughts to wonder of love, ignoring our lives true significance and forming an alliance with the false to put a stopper on pain... ignorance.
I'll walk down the road and enjoy the view even though I allready knew that fate would bring destruction and ultimately understanding of the fact that we are corrupted and know nothing. I'll walk don the road and you will pass me by without even the thought of saying hi, so I will find peace in the near motionless and you will continue on ignorant and emotionless.
Her eyes were so simply bright that their melancholly light would shatter away the dull monotony of our exisance and provoke in me the very feelings of love which envoke in me this sense of misguidance you find me writing of. Her eyes were so simply bright with their melancholly light shattering my hatred and reminding me of my love.
Slowly walking down the road of her line of sight I am comforted and left without the fright I would have for the future. Basking in the knowledge that I was one of the few that loved her let alone knew her.
"Supposedly real... I am intimidated by the phantoms. This life put forth I shall explore with love and nothing more." me
Always with love,
TLD