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Our InsanityWill you ever forgive me?
Stop putting salt in the wound?
I made a mistake,
As did you.

Repeatedly I have forgiven,
Repeatedly I have swallowed my pride,
Repeatedly I have faced accusation,
For what I have not done.

It is a fault of mine,
To tire of being punished,
For things I have not done,
To do the crime that fits the punishment.

In this way, I keep you honest,
I allow you to be infallible,
Sacrificing my sanity,
To make you appear sane.

Amends have been made,
Yet again you punish without warrant,
Crazed with fear,
Your insanity drives mine.

Death of Many to Sire One KingdomThe Legions line the killing fields to soon be dead,
The corpses to the crows and ravens shall they be fed;
Condemned to sacrifice by a Fist that has never bled.

Issue forth a decree to swell the ranks,
Offer enticing tempting offers they cannot resist;
Only to have their blood, body and bones fill the river's banks
Before they died did their mothers beg them to desist-
But their valor was paramount did the Fist insist.

The Fist clutches and hatred swells
Signaling the first bloodletting and tolling of the bells;
Send forth ensnared souls and machinations
To behead the rivals and descreate the burning nation-
No hope for the faithless heret

Heart and SoulZadzwoniłeś wczoraj do mnie
i nie zapomniałeś o mnie...
Tęsknię bardzo - powiedziałeś,
głosu mego posłuchałeś...
We mnie serduszko zabiło,
jeszcze bardziej się wzruszyło.
Jesteś dla mnie nadzwyczajny,
taki czuły, super fajny.
Jestem trudna w Twej miłości,
każda laska mi zazdrości.
To jest dla mnie fenomenem,
Miłość Twoja... mym pragnieniem.
Twoje imię noszę w sobie,
gdy pomyślę... jestem w Tobie.
Jak to w ogóle jest możliwe,
aby... aż było prawdziwe.
Amor chyba zakpił sobie,
ser

PoliticosPútrido arte
con rendimiento nefasto
diseñado y no sentido
todo para disimular, engañar y convencer;
esa es tu sonrisa.

Desvivido odio
por la raza humana;
ya sea por codicia o ignorancia
tu reino se cae bajo tus pies
y no haces nada.

Hijas de la sombra
destinadas a pulsar botones
con ausencia total
de arrepentimiento;
esas son vuestras caras.

Dejad al mundo respirar
porque no siempre será de noche,
algún día os tocará darnos oxígeno
y, creedme, nos hartaremos,
respiraremos hasta oxidarnos,
y escupiremos vuestros huesos.

Políticos.

Pretty Girls/Nervous GuysPretty girls all around
Nervous guys never make a sound

Pretty girls swarm the summer
Nervous guys can't get a number

Pretty girls set heart's tone
Nervous guys flock to friend zone

Pretty girls are the masters
Nervous guys, crack like plaster

Pretty girls fill hearts once empty
Nervous guys, simmer with envy

Of men more confident than they
Still the nervous guy won't say

Nervous guys sit at bay
While all the pretty girls waltz away

MotherlandI will shout

Once again

Your name

Your woman name

I will feel

In my skin

All the wounds

Of your skin

And I shall

Lull to sleep

The angel

Of death

Who wants to kiss

With blood your

Forehead

Why are your jungles

Sweating in war?

Why are your mountains

Silencing mercilessly

The voice that remains?

Quench this thirst I feel

With drops of coffee and aguardiente

Can your people fathom how it hurts

Having to leave, leaving you there?

Can your daughters imagine how it aches

Having you deep inside of what I cherish the most?

Can your sons stop and think how painful it is

Having to take just a little piece of you with me?

Ca

My musicAch, muzyczko, nie uciekaj.
złapię oddech, ty zaczekaj.
Twoje dźwięki są szalone,
głębią, barwą dopełnione.
Rozkosz moim zmysłom dajesz,
tworzyć nigdy nie przestajesz.
Pobudzasz mą wyobraźnię,
z tobą zawsze jest mi raźniej.
Tworzysz klimat i nastroje,
to,co twoje jest i moje.
Porywasz swym dzikim brzmieniem,
że ja sama już nic nie wiem...
Jesteś piękna i wytworna,
czasem czuła lub zadziorna.
Kontemplować ciebie pragnę,
aż ty całą mną zawładniesz.
Wzruszenie ci ofiaruję,
tak bardzo cię

ChwileByłeś przy mnie...
oddychałeś,
swoim głosem mnie wspierałeś.
Tak mi dobrze było z Tobą.
Zajmowałeś mnie rozmową.
Czasem droczysz się celowo,
wsłuchujesz się w każde słowo.
Wiem, że pragniesz, ja to czuję,
ale Cię nie zaniedbuję...
Lubisz, gdy jestem wesoła,
mocniej Twoje serce woła.
Twoje słowa biegną ku mnie,
są zachłanne, czułe, dumne.
Bawiąc się rozkosznie nimi,
memu sercu - jesteś miły.

T.H.S. (ingredientes para tres personas)Quiere a alguien,
pero llega a quererle con el tiempo,
no sufras con un amor pasajero,
cosas así ya no merecen la pena.

Añade sudor y lágrimas a partes iguales,
pero no olvides el sexo,
los orgasmos múltiples aportan sufrimiento garantizado.

Arranca tu alma y hazla pedazos,
tienes que dejarte la vida,
tienes que ser parte de un todo.

Cuece la confusión,
deja que se caliente lentamente
hasta que llene tu cabeza
y que emerja por tus oídos.

Recuerda a tu musa
y haz que sea partícipe;
deja que contemple semejante desbarajuste
antes de empezar mezclar bien.

¿Sufres?
¿Eres feliz?
S

Three's a crowdThree’s a crowd,
It really is!
And it is because of this,

Third is so weird,
Always there,
But wanted nowhere,

Three’s a crowd,
Always acts so proud,
Bt for our day is that stormy cloud,

Three’s a crowd,
That extra mouth,
That extra wheel,
Do you see how we feel?

Three’s a crowd,
Do you get it now?

Summer BlossomsThese fresh summer blossoms could not-
Hide the stench of rot.
Natures reclaim soldiers are dead
Their limitations we forgot.

Their walls could not hold
The pressure and the heat.
They had no attempt in fight,
Just bowed to their defeat.

Just for our progress
We have reached our extinction.
And now to join our comrade -
To reach our final function -
- Our final function.

Whirl recognation purple to in and blackA gate to the unknown. Whirls in the gate or a hole.

Unknown or known.

Gate to the world of your own you. Others.

Magical..? We, you, I, one.

Soul, connection, everything..

Energy last, lasting, lasted that ever long, eternity, hearts of gold.

You are the recognation to your you. Creation..

:rose:

Love is a candleLove is a candle;
that I hold tight;
through thick and thin;
fills my cold lonely night;
high and low;
more than you can possibly know.

Careless child of ember halls;
silently kept in nightly walls;
so far and yet so near;
withering with your final feel.

innocent candle fire;
your pale body subline and tall;
burning gently in my lonely hall;
so small and yet so gloriously promient;
you are the golden wall;
so bright and confident.

tender feeling for a mattr of empty space;
the bright candle's might;
filling the dark with a brand new light.

thus love was born, from a single fire;
tearing the creeping shadows, there are now gone;
making a l

No entendi nada la primera vezNo entendí nada la primera vez,
quizás fue por desconocimiento del mundo
o por no querer saber lo que sabía,
pero mi mente me engañó
y realmente no sabía qué tenía en mis brazos.

Dijiste "juguemos a ver las estrellas"
y aquello fue exactamente lo que creí,
corríamos por el campo abierto
como una escena cursi de una obra barata
hasta quedar rendidos en el césped
para besarnos,
besarnos como si no hubiera mañana,
besarnos para contar las papilas gustativas
que gritaban de emoción ante algo tan sabroso.

Pero todos los besos se terminan
y entre las estrellas, que lloraban luz
sobre nuestros cuerpos tendidos en la hierva,
amenazaba una idea, un

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PICTURES IN MEMORIES
RELIVING OLD MOVIES
THE DAYS OF NEW
LOST SOULS THAT MET
WORDS COMPELLED
TOUCH TRANQUILIZE
FEELINGS MEMORIZED
A PERFECT AFFAIR
WANTING TO KNOW
ONE'S THOUGHTS
ONE'S AFFLICTION
SYMPTOMS OF DENIAL
CONTENTION HARMONIZE
HEART OF ICE
MONTAINS DANCE
NOTHING TO PROVE
ALL TO PROVE
LOOK OF EYES
CAN'T DENY
FEEL THE BEAT
TOUCH A SOUL
HOLDS INSIDE
RIGHT NOW
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Young LoveWhen I'm around you,
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What we have will never stand.

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by ~MistakenForMarvelous, Dec 3, 2012, 7:03:24 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Concrete Poetry

A newborn child is brought onto Earth,
Every 4.2 seconds.
And I hope every single one of them,
Can avoid death's beacons.

Or at least for at least a while,
Until their lives are lived.
And their family and their friends,
Can be happy with how they did.

For dying is inescapable,
And we all choke out a last breath.
We all simply need to know,
For every life, there is a death.

Though every newborn child,
Doesn't need to realize,
That everything that wants to live,
Also needs to die.

But don't get your hopes up child,
(And I'm not one to lie.)
Get ready to disappoint,
For you're born, you live, and you die.

Deathby ~MistakenForMarvelous

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Concrete Poetry

©2012-2013 ~MistakenForMarvelous

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~DeathPistol13 Dec 4, 2012

beautiful.

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~MistakenForMarvelous Dec 4, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you c:

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~DeathPistol13 Dec 5, 2012

np

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