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Chronicles Part Two'II. Trivium'Chronicles Part Two
(Long lost and time gone, Kept us all moving along. Keep in mind, as time goes on, We're all left out a place where we belong)
In the middle era of evil, When good was beyond retrieval; Man thought itself to be primeval.
A course of learning, To quell the yearning; Cease the fire of the mind's burning.
Set as a course of philosophy; Possibly to reduce treachery, But only a severe hypocrisy.
Trivium, teach us wit; Train our minds to be fit; Make us put up with all of it.
Trivium, blind wi
by ~Kiptracx
Chronicles Part One'I. The Big Bang'Chronicles Part One
In the beginning, I could honestly say, Living life, day-by-day, Would be such an impossibility, Without the reality, of a simple bang. Without the history of the Big Bang.
Stretch of times, stretch of minds, Do aim to explain the timeline. Counting up our own lifeline, To think we could understand the reason, And know the meaning of the rhyme.
Clustered in stars far beyond Your wildest dreams and fantasies. Closed in a time long since gone, Where fact is no longer reality.
Unseeable objects of unlimited impo
by ~Kiptracx
Monologue- KeyWhen I look at you... A friend is only one of the many things I see.Monologue- Key
Is it at all possible to explain? Or.. is it something which I could never hope to imagine as truth; as reality? As the 'reality' that we're both trapped in? Tangled together? Our fates unbreakably linked; our happiness unquestionably tied together; our love seemingly bonded, deeply, personally, dare I say, eternally?
There's more than a million million miles between us; so much more keeping me from looking upon the natural colors embedded in your face... from being able to feel how real you are... from being able to look at you one day and sa
by ~Kiptracx
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A Tribute to the DepressedA Tribute to the Depressed by TJ FarralesA Tribute to the Depressed
Often I question why I exist. Why does my life on Earth persist? I feel like a robot: empty and confused It seems that nothing can keep me amused.
My life seemed like it was black and white. It would consist of working day and night. I always feel so tired and feel alone. It felt like my body wasn't my own.
It was six in the morning, and hot as hell. I struggled to get out of bed, and fell. I grabbed my towel, so early this hour. I took of my clothes and entered the shower.
I got out and tow
by ~RhymeWithLime
Hiding AwayHe had the mind of a killer when he saw her And he had the heart of a lover when she smiled Every man that touched her burned into his gaze And they could feel his misery from a mile awayHiding Away
He was scared of her When she should have been of him And he was terrified That he would never be the man to win
So he took into his own hands To make her his and no one else’s He would steal her from the world Let her know how he felt And if she refused him She would soon learn the face of regret
He made his plan and took hold of future He too
by ~urantiaaa
All Of Us.Hurt inside, It isn’t that bad, To lose everything, And be sentenced to your death bed.All Of Us.
People wouldn’t even care, Because I am so cold, Because they wouldn’t dare, To save a soul, So deeply sad, And equally mad.
Empathetic as he was, He still is, A girl that cries, Cuts her wrist, A girl who lost her mom and dad, In a stupid fight, A boy that walks his only path, Never going to look back.
We all sit alone wondering why… Why we are living, And sometimes, Why can’t we just d
by ~Tsukikimono
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-"Death Surrounds Us", ch. 3.
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One Game Leads To Another,
In The Process, We Can All Agree,
That Death Surrounds Us,
As Far As The Eye Can See.
-"Death Surrounds Us", ch. 3.
By P.T.I.
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Dad: How was school today, son?
Son: Oh, it was okay... but some girl ripped her head off in front of the school bus!
Dad: *spits out coffee* O.o
Mom: *drops coffee pot*
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