One more death then Nirvana then death more one more death More death then Nirvana then death more one more death then Death then Nirvana then death more one more death then Nirvana Then Nirvana then death more one more death then Nirvana Nirvana then death more one more death then Nirvana
A picture, poem, thought, and dementor all in one!
Famed for a fault Shamed surely of shaken shafts Blamed by blasphemous boasts Damed dearly with dastardly deeds Smashed souls see in sight Silver slits solely promising Happy, healthy lives After an abrupt Loving life layed into lie Anewstart A newstart A new start Thisis This is This is a new start.
Pandemic as it may seem The night sky still gleams After the team Was rejected and deemed Hopeless
What are lights That go bright In the night Do they fight Wielding kites With only slight Being as they plight Or they bite At all in sight With great spite
Just what are Lights?
I just moved some old work here. I didn't like the name of my previous thread, so I made a new one. Please make suggestions, because I love others' input, unlike most people. If you have works that you'd like to share place them here.
Power behold I shall not fold You may halt now Or go ask how Just as I die You go and fly I wonder then How to leave den Trapped, unfolded Escapable Not now or then No freedom from Den
As I wander through space, time, I can only think how the world hasn't burned in flames yet... ****, sin, murder abound. One small flower remains pure-until man comes and crushes it-stomps it with no regret. Does God regret having man arise by his holy fingers? Does he wish the day he could end his mistake? No, lovingly he attempts to guide us, but on our own fault we turn into a dark alley only to be mugged of our souls by Satan himself. Why do we blame God, or Satan, when we should be blaming our own kind-our own conscious even? Perhaps if man were to self mutilate himself into death we could give other hopeful, pure species a chance at life the world would be so much greener? Instead we pollute the land, burn the trees, cloud the sky with our own "great" inventions. And what is this "Green" stuff on going today? Our own attempt-faulty I called it-at replenishing our souls? Ha! No way, for we are so deep in sin the only punishment great enough is suicide, to send our selfs into the great depths of Hell.
This great circle of revelation we call the universe... One thing beats another only to find itself trapped... Water --> fire --> leaf --> water - and it continues... Soil --> fire --> gasoline --> soil - and it continues... Wind --> sand --> glass --> leaf - and it continues...
Atoms are only the building blocks of entire, working organisms... Organisms make a population... Populations make communities... Communities make Eco-spheres... Eco-spheres make Biospheres... Entire worlds consisting of the same atoms. Only a handful of different kinds with very little variation... How is this?
Wouldn't the world work so much better if everyone was spaced out and we didn't have such a big population?
War would be unheard of Swearing would be darker than doves Marriage would become a necessity Gambling would be a forgotten recipe Gluttons would shrink Angry people would think Laziness destroyed Happiness enjoyed Small town nostalgic revolution would reign Sin would be considered pain
After a few pieces of work would do you think? I'm very new to this and would like as much input as you can give. Please input. I love it when people give me suggestions, unlike most people.
What is energy? Defined by Google: en·er·gy/ËenÉrjÄ"/Noun 1. The strength and vitality required for sustained physical or mental activity. 2. A feeling of possessing such strength and vitality. But, could it also be one's time left? After all, people are always working like machines. Take in energy, then burn it off. If we don't refuel our engines, we discontinue work, or in our case, we die. And if we become rusted out or damaged it just makes it that much harder to continue functioning. Then we die and the valuable parts (Soul) are sent to a special place where it can be used where as the unneeded parts (The body) is refined by buried and taken in by other machines to help continue their work. And machines make machines in this world. After all, we're all just in continuous revolution.
To be best one must do all to achieve it. Including ruining others' hopes and dreams. Destroying their thoughts. Numbing them. You know that little spark you get when you've gotten something awesome? Well, when you become the best you've just put thousands of sparks. Congratulations, jerk. From the words and mind of Paarfam.
Wow, it looks like no ones giving you the input that you keep asking for. I'll be happy to be the first to do that. I really like what you write on the soul and the body. I'm in to stuff like that too. And I like your smart little phrases. Maybe, no ones said anything in response to your thread because they don't know how to appreciate radical ideas, like yours.
Am I breathing? Or are my voices controlling me? Forcing me to breath? Through my mind they enter, they see my thoughts, ambitions, despairs, they see it all. In me while I sleep, downloading each and every one of my thoughts into their mind frame, only to combine our lost hopes into one huge, desperate monster that renders us brainless. Then they take our happiness, combine it all together into a beam of sunshine that they sell back to us for a profit. They use the monster to make us feel needy so we eat their lies and evil products. This is the media.
God's conversation with an evil man God: "You may either enter heaven at the cost of the lower part of your body, or you can go to Hell and save 500 mis-caridged children from eternal ****ation." Man: "I choose heaven!" As God's great hand grabs the evil man's legs the man vanishes, finding himself at the Gates of Hell. Man: "What!? Cheated by God!?" Just then Satan opens the gates and walks towards the man and says "Ha! God would except no man such as yourself into his paradise!" Man: "But, why the **** not!?" Satan: "You sent yourself and 500 babies to Hell."
Not very good now, I'm just trailing random thoughts.
Yes, I'm insane What'll you do about it? Medicate me? Shock me? Kill me? Ignore me? Ha! None will work It is this world that we live in that drives me Let me out of this cage! As my mind burns I won't turn I will fear You aren't dear Please just end me Or you just fear the fee You can only pay with your life Or you can let me get you with a knife It's your choice Oh boys! Let's get slicing and dicing And shooting and booting Or free me from this insane world That we all live in Now
