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Here I Sit Around Them One's eyes have gone to darknessHere I Sit Around Them by ~IIISkinVocals
His head dipping to the land of nod
Soon his friend shall join him, yes
In a place not seldom trod
Close by another is losing
Her eyes murmur far far away
Jaw slackened, finger perusing
A mystery of teeth and play
A step forward, then three back
A cramped man strives to stretch his back
Yet he remembers the hot day
And sits still, lest he might crack
But a stone's throw now left
Two girls grunt, chitter turned to mumble
Long past are the quick glances forward
Though not as long as when attention crumbled
The clicking of fingers
Drumming off time away
A wonder of devices
Mechanical motives,


The Studious Boredom grips themThe Studious by ~IIISkinVocals
They slouch within vices
Unable to feed their own
Darkness holds them
Not enough to hide
Not enough to show
Why are they there?
Does the man over there know?
At the front of the hall
A living corpse he stands
Yet none can stand him
Should he not fall?
His words are non sensical
He have sense to see this
Every slurred syllable identical
Ringing clear as obsidian
The night is drawing, curtains, idle hands
The bell is ringing, he's oblivious
The birds are singing so obsequious
Does not the sweet sound of sleep subdue him?
And are the rest not taken away?
Is all rest taken by the wicked?


La Lunatic I am the moon tonightLa Lunatic by ~IIISkinVocals
Perched alone in a silvery blackness
So far from the stars
And not one cloud passes
I do not feel
I am weightless and cold
I am the sentinel
For what do I watch?
I wait in suspense
Suspicion all but shrouds
Painfully obvious
But to anyone that knows
It is merely from reflection
That you see me shine
It is a wonder you see at all
When you do not reflect
On nights like this
I realise the gravity
The word and world are grave
As is where I fall
i am the gaping hole
The end of man
And none shall know me
Though they may have said she did


Old Eville The blue blue skyOld Eville by ~IIISkinVocals
And the air so fresh
Sniffing the pollution
With our cancer breath
And though it unfogs
A hazy road to death
I'm here sitting in the smog
And oil as we coalesce
Besides I have an idea
For your pretty dress
A kiss our hearts'll stop
And take us from this mess
The sky's not the same
When you see it alone
The wind has changed
Now I'm on my own
With no colours
No more running in the river
My tears have gone dry
No more corn in the fields
But the crows have all fried
There's no eye for my eyes
Just a plain old brown
And everyone's so quiet
In this flaming plastic town
We've lived till we've died
Except I
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I Don't Understand I wish I could take everything back,I Don't Understand by ~annamarie7
I wish I could tell you word for word,
why I did such a stupid thing,
I wish you knew how hard it is for me to let it go,
I would die just to make the pain go away,
but I cant do that,
because all I want is for you to be happy,
I would do anything for you,
I wish I could take it back,
I would do anything to take it back,
I guess I just wanted you to notice me,
but it was wrong,
I ended up hurting you and myself,
so I guess I just need to move on,
because I couldn't tell you word for word why I did just a stupid thing,
I don't understand!!


Surprise Me My thoughts shift into dreams -Surprise Me by ~metal-steffi
crashing my future,
drove me to the present;
a gift, returned.
I will not be a millionaire,
I will not be a rock-star
but I will be somebody;
enough of a somebody to find love
to find the you with whom I fly away
not temporarily, but permanently
the person I can call my lover;
my lifetime partner.
Surprise me,
show yourself to me
guide me to your mind and heart
be mine.


stay. Stay here, I'll grab everystay. by *NostalgicWasteland
Word I've said in the past day, past week
And throw them in the recycle bin
So don't leave this footprint on my heart
Untwist the knob, come inside,
forget it all.
Rake nails against my skin, it'll be more bearable,
I swear, than the thought that
One day, you're going to get up,
Realize that maybe I'm not the
Princess you thought I was and you're
No prince.
Soaking up our faults, the snow's pure but bloodied,
Soiled with our
Inabilities to come to terms that maybe
This isn't as great as we've led everyone
To believe.
But, you mean too much to ever
Let go
And my hands feel emptier with every
ne


paper cranes. Sometimes, I fold paper cranespaper cranes. by *NostalgicWasteland
And origami shaped as hearts
Into my jar of secrets they go
Where no intruder may ever scar
Inside this place of solitude
Despair trapped in a glass bottle
I take each crane, each work of art
And I rip it all apart
When I see beauty, I capture it
When I see hate, I thrive
Paper cranes, aside, in them I hide
Set them to fire, I will not survive.
Because everything I touch dies.