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Alone I am (n)one (Build up the Part)Alone I am but one,
Let me be free to admit,
That it takes two to commit.
The stones in my walls get chipped,
And some days I'm just ready to fall over,
For no reason at all but the dreams in my head,
Stand with me and dance,
Is but a motto that I say constantly,
If only to get me to rise and dance myself.
Some days no one wants,
To be the hero we all need,
And so we stay in silence and dismay.
Sometimes we all just,
Get so mad at our lot,
We throw the cards and scream out loud.
Maybe its the changing times,
Maybe its the sea and flow of it all,
OR maybe we are not stone but sand.
Building into me,
As you stick to my soil,
To ebb away when time claims you.
All alone whose strong one,
When no one is there to watch us shine,
When the eyes have turned away from the scene,
IF we need these eyes,
To grow as they monitor change,
Will we melt away from their dismiss?
Alone I am none,
Lonely I am none,
Without another I am one.
I'm not stone,
A wall to defend,
To hold back the flood.
For the w
I can be (Step to our dance)I can be ice,
Sugar and filled with nice,
Or stuck on the floor by the my vice.
I can be light,
Built up in the night,
Or I can flee from every fight.
Maybe I'll be a charmer,
Or I'll be the disalamer,
A million faces and a million modes.
And guess what?
Its alright to be this way,
As we all can be a million ways.
Dance to the beat,
Set by your own feet,
As the stars fly past so sweet.
You can be fury,
You can be painted in worry,
Even add in a coat of weary to your wares.
You face will change,
With the chimes of hours passin,
And so will mine to the steps tappin.
You can change in this scene,
And you can be the mask or a million more,
As the walls crack away to our dance.
I can be sugar.
I can be like ice,
But its all alright.
Our CallSmile wider,
With earnest touching the lips,
And hope lighting each feature anew.
Before we all can fall,
Knees have to buckle from it all,
Scream out the hymns of our numbers,
Where we sing the power we surround.
This is our credo,
Stand taller and sing all the more,
For the shadows nor the wall will make us tumble.
Sing it out,
Sing out your call,
Sing out the call of our age.
Stand all that tall,
And smile that much wider,
We are here to live and to fight.
Smile that much wider,
Knowing you won't stop,
Till the stars are in your eyes.
What is loveWhat is love,
With the guarded hand,
Holding over your heart and words.
I say open up,
Cut the line,
And break down your wall.
With your floodgates gone,
Wash me up with all your raw emotion.
Sure the water's hot and I'll burn but baby,
Rob my heart blind,
And take my logic right from me.
Cause I wanna see,
The world through your eyes,
And I wanna be floating on the sea of your heart.
There is honestyThere is honesty in the pen,
For the man who wears the mask will sing,
His cue is but a part to play with no chains to the face.
But there is honesty in the mouth,
For emotion holds a heated tip,
stabbed deep in the heart where words burst forth.
My flowers and his prose,
Shape a world of wonder and majesty,
Truth is lost to the pen of the poet who cannot face himself.
The man so tied in his own webs,
Lost from the light of the mask's embrace,
Truth is lost to the mouth of the man with no guard.
Both hidden from the judge,
As clouds form in the poet's sky,
till there is no light and only truth.
But there is honesty,
In the darkest dark,
Where no mask may reach.
Shivers run up the spine,
And no lies may defend or defeat.
There is honesty,
In the weakest state,
For that is all that remains.
Hymn of a low level hellThe knife of pity burns,
As the flesh turns charred,
Infected is the virus, lasting is the taint.
How it holds me,
Wrapped in arms of worry,
Crying in my mind without a tear.
The blades stab deep,
Draining energy and patience,
When the hymn is only level four.
Our song of madness,
Screams out in pain,
Till there is no sound.
Stand is what we do,
Stand till the stone cracks,
And the weight of the world is gone.
My walls are cracked,
But we are standing,
As the blades dive deeper.
Victim and a tool,
Useless and worthless,
Just a dollar sign attached to a name.
Stand up all the more.
Rise up again and again,
And never give in the core of one's self.
All respect is drained,
But I am but the shards on the floor,
Of this low level hell's madness mantra.
Death dance is not near me,
Nor is decay home in my bed,
The world of woe but glances my gaze and my side.
How sorrow I shall learn,
With her hand in mine,
But power I will lose in return.
This hymn is but a measure,
Of the world's records an
EveryPull all the blades out
Remove all the world’s daggers
Let it all flow out of you
See all your ignorance
All your pain
See all the hate
All the cruelty
Let it all leave you
Let it all flow away
FearsI'm scared to find out one of my friends at school is fake
I'm afraid my efforts to do my best won't be enough
I'm afraid I'll dissappoint my friends and family if I don't do my best
I'm afraid my smart mouth is gonna upset someone I care about
I'm afraid I'll give up on love
The Child who CleanedHer father had fallen asleep in his bed.
His snores were much louder than those who are dead.
Her mother was in some love-forsaken place.
It had been long years since she had shown her face.
There was no one awake to punish or scold,
No angry arms to tighten, pull or grab hold.
So at a late time when she could not be seen
She did what she wanted, and that was...to clean.
She cleaned to get rid of the unpleasant mess.
She thought it would dispel her father’s distress.
She hoped it might give her some worth in his eyes.
She prayed he would give something other than lies.
She cleaned as though it would fix her broken heart,
As though it would give her poor life a new start.
If her sorrows were as easy to dismiss
As the piles of junk, her life could be bliss.
But the fragments of her life could not be glued.
The mistakes of others she could not undo,
So she was left to suffer from their misdeeds,
And choke to death like a flower among weeds.
Her tired hands dropped a glass onto the f
UntitledStaring into the darkness
Seeing no light
Losing my will
To continue this fight
Seeking to find
What can never be found
Only sadness and sorrow
Are ever around
Creeping into my soul
Stopping my heart
I want it to end
But don't know where to start
Reaching into the black
Never ending abyss
No one to see
Anything is amiss
A long slow breath
The silent scream
As if my life
Were just a dream
Sinking into the nothing
Fading from sight
Needing to reach
That eternal night
It's Too MuchI have too many sides.
Too many opinions.
Too many thoughts.
I feel everything at once.
And I don't know.
I don't know.
I cut and I don't know anymore.
I feel like I just keep falling further and further.
I don't know how to fucking do this.
I just can't cope.
I'm trapped here.
With no escape and.
I can't breathe.
Love?L is for left alone
O says I'm on my own
V is for vanished hope
E means the end of the road
H tells that heart is broken
U is for words unspoken
R is for reason why
T asks just for one more try
S is here to say goodbye
About boast bustersSo why is this episode so bad? I don't see it, I mean without it we wouldn't have Trixie and magic duel would either be lost or it wouldn't make sense, the moral is ok to, if someone like a bully is boasting or showing off, standup to them and put them right, it's not a bad episode, in my opinion it's just the delivery that was bad what do you think
What becomes of a silent dream,
When the speaker no longer sees a thing,
Show me a world of wonder where eyes are aflame.
Who dares lose a voice,
To even their own doubt,
As the clock winds down for all,
Each word is chocked out,
Of bored and tired throats,
Or pained fingers that say nothing at all.
A million times,
One must question the world,
If they dream to be heard at all.
Some will live forever,
As their dreams march on,
Be it in infamy or other arcs.
A young child will scream,
Outwards to the heavens and Lord on high,
A dream and will that will change temper in the age.
Not all goals,
Are ones measured,
In the glitter of gold.
Give me your heart,
Once my words do earn,
Mastery of emotion and pen.
For as said before,
I dream to understand Man,
And empower happiness because I can.
Thus all twitches of loss,
When the pen goes mute,
Are brought deep into thought.
To ponder each stance,
And better learn self,
From wounds and from cocoons.
Dream and Dream,
One can do so without action
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