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In A Room With MyselfI can still recall you. Sitting alone in an empty room. Pathetic hopes, outlandish dreams. One day the world, was expected toIn A Room With Myself
Just roll out at your feet, right?
You believed in bigger things, You only believed in the best of things. So blissfully unaware of how cruel, How unforgiving the world really is. But still you kept those principles, And believed it was in everyone, To rise to the occasion,
And be something more.
I am nothing special.
I will never rewrite, nor replace. And though it would comfort me, To believe people are tr
by =Seppo-Ilmarien
Moving Mountains: ThreeThe beast lays slain. Eyes dark and empty. Black fog, washing over Once defiant, impossible limbs.Moving Mountains: Three
The behemoth proclaims it's defiance of my presence, With yet another thunderous yowl, as I cling to thick matted
Fur, covering it's still impossible to believe body.
I can feel it breathing, can feel the muscles flexing and contracting, Below rough brown skin, dotted and adorned with stone.
As I reach the summit, the crown of this monster's head glows, An ancient insignia, it's only point of weakness. I raise the ancient blade high over my head,
It's finely
by =Seppo-Ilmarien
Moving Mountains: TwoTwo:Moving Mountains: Two
Ascending to the top of the mountain. Relic from a once great society lost,
Gripped firmly in my trembling hands. At the summit, I can see him.
Roar of the earth,
Shaking me down to bone,
The beast before me, It's duty to protect,
The Goliath raises one gigantic stone encrusted fist. And swings it overhead, graceful and menacing. Almost carefree in flight, it collides with the earth, Upon impact, my legs turn to rubber.
The beast bellows yet again,
A sound that could run any mans blood cold. I can feel the unbridled
by =Seppo-Ilmarien
Moving Mountains: OneOne:Moving Mountains: One
I am small, infinitely small.
Against this backdrop, unsullied realm, I am afraid, infinitely afraid. My reasons are my own, I don't need another friend.
Eyes pure as the clearest stream, Skin not unlike the finest silk, And a soul as innocent,
As a newborn child. Taken, taken, taken away.
As I reach my destination, I am suddenly aware I am not alone. Voice springs forth from nowhere, The voice, of long forgotten stone. Telling me of what may, Or may not lie out, in this world, At the end of all things.
by =Seppo-Ilmarien
The Best Lie In The WorldOver the mangled buildings, The skeletons of the former society That lived here not too long ago, Through the smoke and ash, And the thick heat that sucksThe Best Lie In The World
To skin like wet cloth, I can see the sun, Thin warm rays caressing
The grassy hills beyond, Like a mother tussling her child's hair
Through the minute groans,
The laborious breaths,
The emotional pang of knowing
That death has slid between
Me and all that I knew, I can hear the ocean, Gently soothing the shoreline, Watery tendrils rubbing away worries.
Through eye
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In VainIt's the cold night air, That makes me realize, In the end of the ride, I never once heard you, Talking to me.In Vain
Now the train stops,
And I realize you're
Long since departed.
Turns out, I was too.
by =Seppo-Ilmarien
A -Not So- Old ManIt's 11:23. And already I wanna go to sleep, like an old man. There are no bones creaking here, no age-weathered skin or arthritis. These fingers are strong as they pound on the keys in the dark of night. Only light is the screen. There is no old man here, not tonight, but there is the truth. I have finally found that time is like sludge running through the gutter. It goes nowhere fast, even when the rains come down. Too many nights, too many hours spent like this, wandering through the black, peeking through the window flaps at a sleeping town outside, glitteA -Not So- Old Man
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I Hope This Is Read By You:I wish there was some sort of verse, Some beautifully written piece of prose, Allusions to the most subtle of features sitting precariously, On a gently rolling hill of metaphors that gesture so minutely at A buoyed hope, far off in the bay below.I Hope This Is Read By You:
Were words persuaders,
I'd write an army of nouns, And a battalion of verbs.
Expertly trained to march
In all manner of formation.
But that's as far as thinking altruistically has ever gotten me. I have no magical phrase, I have no wizards trick. My would be army of words, rag-tag and scatter strewn in the fadi
by =Seppo-Ilmarien
Boundless AppreciationMeant to tell you about the way,Boundless Appreciation
Your nails left scratches in the door.
Meant to let you know,
The dirt you tracked in on the floor.
How long has it been, Since this esoteric blurring began,
Assuring me that it's all in learning,
How to keep the windows closed.
Well I'm gonna change this devastating sigh on repeat.
I'm gonna let this mind of mine run on it's own.
Just like a river that never quite accepts defeat,
I'll tunnel on and on, piece by piece.
Until the mountain of you crumbles to my feet.
Can't wait to hear
by =Seppo-Ilmarien
For 1-800kthbaiHave you ever felt the touch, Of a midnight summer's warmth? Felt the secrets held in every breath, Seen the wonder stretched before, Anxious feet hungering for admission, I have never wanted more.For 1-800kthbai
It's hard to tell that I am still, Longing for uncharted shores. I'll let theses changes consume me, Until I've grown to something more.
No more moments lost to timeless plane,
I've found a place that offers more. I'll never forget that furtive pain, Nor be it's victim anymore.
If I stare long into the distance, I will see you standing th
by =Seppo-Ilmarien
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I love to operate within the realm of mixed passion. If triangles are about, there I will be to demolish them. Have adoration for the pyramid? Then climb to its peak, Your blood shall pour from those faulty steps.
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I love to operate within the realm of mixed passion. If triangles are about, there I will be to demolish them. Have adoration for the pyramid? Then climb to its peak, Your blood shall pour from those faulty steps.
xD
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I love to operate within the realm of mixed passion. If triangles are about, there I will be to demolish them. Have adoration for the pyramid? Then climb to its peak, Your blood shall pour from those faulty steps.
there would have to have been reason too and even then chances would've been slimed.
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I've met someone that makes me feel sea sick..
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I love to operate within the realm of mixed passion. If triangles are about, there I will be to demolish them. Have adoration for the pyramid? Then climb to its peak, Your blood shall pour from those faulty steps.
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You are no god to me, This is the Reckoning.
You are nothing to me, this is the Reckoning.
And I will be there, to see you fall.
Your are no god to me, This is the Reckoning.
-Killswitch Engaged-
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I love to operate within the realm of mixed passion. If triangles are about, there I will be to demolish them. Have adoration for the pyramid? Then climb to its peak, Your blood shall pour from those faulty steps.
Are you ok? Mentally
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You are no god to me, This is the Reckoning.
You are nothing to me, this is the Reckoning.
And I will be there, to see you fall.
Your are no god to me, This is the Reckoning.
-Killswitch Engaged-
I like the tagline.
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You are no god to me, This is the Reckoning.
You are nothing to me, this is the Reckoning.
And I will be there, to see you fall.
Your are no god to me, This is the Reckoning.
-Killswitch Engaged-
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I love to operate within the realm of mixed passion. If triangles are about, there I will be to demolish them. Have adoration for the pyramid? Then climb to its peak, Your blood shall pour from those faulty steps.
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You are no god to me, This is the Reckoning.
You are nothing to me, this is the Reckoning.
And I will be there, to see you fall.
Your are no god to me, This is the Reckoning.
-Killswitch Engaged-
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I love to operate within the realm of mixed passion. If triangles are about, there I will be to demolish them. Have adoration for the pyramid? Then climb to its peak, Your blood shall pour from those faulty steps.
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You are no god to me, This is the Reckoning.
You are nothing to me, this is the Reckoning.
And I will be there, to see you fall.
Your are no god to me, This is the Reckoning.
-Killswitch Engaged-
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