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A State of DeathAnd to be alive I state the fact that we already have started to crack
To wish for the light at the end of the line is just another reason to die
And fall into the black and try to come up and know that you're never coming back
So again I state the fact that there is no going back to a state of meaningful life
Together we die while holding hands and as once we reach for the apex of vice
The ocean of woe is drowning our tears, so close your eyes there is nothing to fear
The Last Lights of the Northern StarLike the winds of before
Caressing your soul
Sealed memories forevermore
But as it was written in the sky
With lament and woe
Everything finally dies
An immortal begotten unlight
Trumpets of nature's vim
Dissipating in landscapes bleak
As the light recedes
And the morning dawns no more
In this moment of finality
Return to the wintry north
Peer skywards one last time
And dream of a life anew
Den Digra NejdenSom när två världar krockar med dess enorma kraft, samlas ångesten in i märgen.
Att ännu en gång gå stigen som vi fruktar, vandra blint med likgiltigheten som guide.
Kvalmet i ditt huvud, ändras till en förskräcklig kakofoni, som knivar i levande kött.
I ditt nakna och känslokalla skall, vacklar du dig oumbärligt mot livets ridå.
Handflatorna, som suicidal stigmata, kvistar och törnar formar ett spår av blod.
Luften försvinner och du faller ner på dina bara knän, ärrade av livets miserabla val.
Din fana som du en gång höll, brister och förstör dina redan sargade händer.
Livets färger, som en palett av grå, försvinner snabbare än blixten kan slå.
Livets flamma har förvandlats till fragment av kol, sorg och uppgivenhet.
Ditt eviga purgatorium av misär och helvete är det ända svarta ljuset du kan se.
VoicesFrom the ruins of your discontent
O serpent mother, let thy will be done
From the plains of your desolation
O serpent mother, let thy voice be heard
The long lost fields of perpetual silence, now, echoing with your booming voice
Echoing from the far beyond, reverberation, from thy domain of flaming excellence
From the pits of burning despair
O serpent mother, let me taste thy womb
From the bowls of the beast
O serpent mother, let me lick thy wounds
A path hidden from the burning lights of the sun, cosmic conflagration
Searing and lingering pain, rips your soulless form into pieces of a dying breed
O formless ophidian, thine voice, so venomously euphoric
Lay root inside of me, mainline thy poison
Show me, the many, the way
Zealously possessed, I tear my flesh asunder
My beating heart, I devour, I bleed for thee
Tumultuous, thunderous, you shriek so triumphantly
With my last beating, my last breath
I render my last limb for thee
Ethereal VoyageSplit your spine and watch the blood surround
Let me ascend to your spectral vessel of time
One last ode of awe and flesh meshed into one
Paint the sky with the patterns of existence
I count the stars with my hands
As the endless anchoring void appears
With ravenous hunger and stride
Our corporeal chimera
The beast within unleashed
A deafening, silencing roar
Split your heart in twine and watch worlds collide
We will merge with the flux of your veins
One last odyssey through the oceans of ruin
Paint your future as the stillness overwhelms
I count the beatings of your heart
As we together dive into nihility
With unquenchable thirst
This lifeless husk
The stillborn in convulsion
A riptide of infinite strife
Force feed me the dying stars
I'll set the sky ablaze
Navigate through starless skies
The swallowing darkness
Through Gateways to Infinite CollapsesI watch the morning star dawn again from the ever fading horizon
A black astral slate inside, coiling and slithering inside my mind
With your whole being you crumble in endless loop before me
The febrile fabric of this withering planet is but a breath of nothingness
As the pillar of creation is scrying the end of days and beyond
We dissolve into pure energy, the deepest and blackest of voids
Our eyes recognise everything and time is unraveling before us
As the old one spoke
With booming fidelity
Reverberating through the cosmos
The end is the start
A rearrangement of stars
Transcending dimensions of cosmos
How did it come to this?
We fall into the tunnel
Where daylight dies
In a forever sway
Caught in disorder
How did I become this?
An enveloping enigma
Will never bee answered
I am the abyss
Speak now through me, I am the vessel of thy tongue
See through me, my spirit-sight is endless
I will travel through your limbs and reach infinities apex
Swallowing reality and vomi
Saesongernas AnomaliBeskåda vårt himlaval
Hur det falla skall
Livets espri fjättrad
Hjärtats nejd splittrad
Skogar i sienna
och rännil av ockra
Den tunga umbran
Våran livssfär krossad
Den kvävande dimman
Våra drömmar dömda
Säsongerna flätas ihop
Kaos och förbannelse
Solen som helvetesskur
Flytande rost i din hals
Ögon bubblande av svavel
Jorden i disharmoni
I dess totala förakt
Hur skall vi behandla?
För att skonade bli
till landet vi ger
till djuren vi ger
Northbound and GodlessThese lands are my domain
Where I endlessly can soar
These lands are mine to bare
The burden of your kind
For once I do not weep
Over the lands so scarred
For once I do not keep
The secrets of my scars
Upheaval of existence
Spread my ashes
Across these wondrous lands
The forests deep
The mountains high
Here you shall not tread
Welcome, you are not
With elements fused
We deny your kind
Here you shall not build
Avatars of appraisals
These are our ground
For you not to defile
The northern lights
Our beloved homeland
Of icy graves
Of wintry bliss
This pale blue speck
Defiled by thee
We will cleanse
The world from thee
Stalwart we stand
With endless sight
With banner high
Northbound and Godless
Min puls, mitt hjärta
Bakom varje fjäll, gömd och fjättrad
Din närvaro en skymf, må du utrotas
Med era kors och facklor, ni bestämma
Men nu, i vårt land, ni skall brännas.
Min själ, mitt blod
Från min jokk, jag slukar isvattnet
Snön min krona, nordanvinden min mantel
Med era kors och böcker, ni predikar
Men nu, i vinterns grepp, ni förtvinar
Den eviga skogen sjunger mitt namn
Där norrsken och stjärnor vilar i min famn
Under varje sten, mossa och träd
Finner jag min skoningslösa värld
Naturen, hon dömer ej
Hon skördar de veka
Ni alla skall falla
I hennes obarmhärtiga tag
En sista gång med gråt i er hals
Visar jag er berg och dalar
Ni kunde ha stannat
Ni kunde ha bott
Men i er ödeläggelse
Såg ni bara rött
Så i denna s
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
On WritingWrite for today
And like it’s all
That’ll be left of you
Never write for popularity.
Write with clarity, but
‘Don’t make everything said’.
Write a million things;
An ode to the voice
Inside your head,
An elegy for the living,
A carpe diem for the dead.
Write to tell
To just keep
They’ll find a way out.
Don’t write for approval,
That way misery lies.
Poetry can’t be judged,
Not properly –
Write for yourself;
Doesn’t matter if it’s
Good enough for
You’ll never be Shakespeare.
But he’d never
Have been you;
Pour your heart into it,
That’s the best
That you can do.
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
I Fell In love Inside of a DreamI fell in love,
inside of a dream.
And woke up,
with a broken heart.
But it wasn't my heart,
that was broken.
It was his,
and I'll never see him again.
That long haired, pale skin,
blue eyed boy, will forever remain,
a figment of my imagination.
So close, yet so far away.
And I will never be able to apologize,
for my mistake.
ShatteredIf I found you, on your knees,
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I would comfort you with gentle words.
But I would not lie to you- I would never lie.
The heart is a frail thing- once shattered, it can never be fully repaired.
Parts will remain missing, and the mended hope will always bear cracks.
If we found that we'd gathered all that we were able,
and that there were a fine powder remaining of what we could not collect.
veinte.i am regressing
i am regressing
i am regressing
i am regressing
you are not a dynamic character.
this is not your story.
you are static.
you are static.
this is not your story.
you are not allowed to fly.
i am regressing
i am regressing
i am regressing
(there is no one to talk to anymore because you feel the need to hide away all of your feelings; you don't talk to people because you cannot pretend to be happy with people that know you are not; you can't keep doing this you can't keep doing this; you're killing yourself and you don't even realize it; you're going to explode one day)
On Breaking Apart Your Dreams For a GuyTwelve months ago, we swapped rumors about
the hottest bad boys; counted the number of freckles Tanya,
the Queen Bee of Beverly High, didn't cover with her polka-dot skirt;
and discovered our favorite song on a blog we both wished
we owned. "What do you think we'll be doing this time next year?"
I asked over peanut butter cookies from a bag
and a commercial break between late night movies.
You giggled, pondering, and said, "Hanging out in our dorm room.
You'll be snuggled up to the flavor of the month--
a basketball player, no doubt, or a starving artist--
and I'll be green with jealousy, like always."
When Dirty Dancing came back on, we rocked along,
shag carpet burning streaks across bare feet.
This morning, listening to my roommate sing with the radio--
some country ballad you'd never approve of--
I remember your laugh and the dark, curling fingers of hair
at the nape of yo
The Apparition of the RiverMist.
Silken and ghastly.
Like a bed of mysticism.
Like opium dreams.
Heavy like darkness.
Ascension of souls.
An endless strife.
Float to the shore.
Like a strain
A resounding phage.
Ethereal yet solid.
In this finality.
Naught shall remain.
But a hollow fragment.
Fruitless and bleeding.
Of never ending horror.
Inside of you.
Blood in amok.
A frenzy of paranoia.
This is where you end.
By by presence.
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