How does it feel to disclaim the familiar face of your town?
how does it feel to disclaim where you come from?
a bottle in hand and a grudge in heart is all it needs to feel this way,
feel how it feels in the realm where there is no home.
Two bags and a hard disk is what my life's worth,
the realisation of it both haunts and soothes;
materialism maybe the weakest at heart,
but the thought of it gives me bumps of goose.
The way back home is always gonna be there,
back to the way it all were,
I'll write an ode to the train that rides this way,
but resisting being on it is gonna be my life's dare.
And I'll banish what my heart craves
How does it feel to disclaim the familiar face of your town?
how does it feel to disclaim where you come from?
a bottle in hand and a grudge in heart is all it needs to feel this way,
feel how it feels in the realm where there is no home.
Two bags and a hard disk is what my life's worth,
the realisation of it both haunts and soothes;
materialism maybe the weakest at heart,
but the thought of it gives me bumps of goose.
The way back home is always gonna be there,
back to the way it all were,
I'll write an ode to the train that rides this way,
but resisting being on it is gonna be my life's dare.
And I'll banish what my heart craves
How does it feel to disclaim the familiar face of your town?
how does it feel to disclaim where you come from?
a bottle in hand and a grudge in heart is all it needs to feel this way,
feel how it feels in the realm where there is no home.
Two bags and a hard disk is what my life's worth,
the realisation of it both haunts and soothes;
materialism maybe the weakest at heart,
but the thought of it gives me bumps of goose.
The way back home is always gonna be there,
back to the way it all were,
I'll write an ode to the train that rides this way,
but resisting being on it is gonna be my life's dare.
And I'll banish what my heart craves
The Supposed Condemned by quarterbacker, literature
Literature
The Supposed Condemned
The Supposed Condemned
We are the condemned,
the world is so damned;
concord dissipates,
violence overhead.
That is not
which is supposed to be,
but still we yell
that we're free.
We are the condemned,
the world is so cramped;
human overpopulates,
extinction overhead.
Rest, here
are not supposed to be,
'cause we're here to claim
that we're free.
We're the condemned,
the world is so sad;
wealth philanthropies,
dissatisfaction overhead.
Anything against money
is not supposed to be;
we, posers pose
that we're free.
We're the condemned,
the world is so lame;
self-absorption rules,
misanthropy overhead.
Care for o
You're self-proclaimed,
you should be of flesh yet flame;
subjects are for you and you should be for them.
I see wrinkles and frowns!
yet you wanna run this town;
as time elapses, you get memories turn into mayhem.
I see thirst and hunger,
yet you talk of nuclear power;
with a hidden agenda, you're on a fake crusade.
When they call for millet,
you stove into 'em bullets;
human rights go broke and salvation fade.
They take to the store,
cartloads of printed notes,
to buy a piece o' bread and keep their heads.
The youths are wasted,
clamouring for getting educated,
into the sidewalks of economy, they're led.
You switch on the
You're the one!
Candle's put off, you're the after light;
rains over, you're the shying showers;
sun's set, you're the crimson of the sky;
hope's down, you're the one to still put up a fight.
Determination's lost, you're the keeper of desire;
gates' closed, you're the hole in the wall;
stars' dim, you're a distant illuminator;
mind's black, you're the lightened corner.
Wounds healed, you're the transitory mark;
coffee's drunk, you're the cream in the cup;
rocks washed off, you're the shining stone;
strength's gone, you're the one to stand and bark.
Dungeons locked up, you're the perching ray;
water in flood recedes, you're the l
Independence-what a funny word
To describe a freedom that's both
Pleasing and displeasing, depending
Upon its function.
Independence from what?
A nation, a cult, a war.
How about independence from parents,
From children, from irritating in-laws?
Even worse than these independencies
Is the independence from religion,
From God our creator, and from the
World we live in.
Independence is more than just a word
For the feebled mind to conjure-
It's a feeling of tumultuous
Emotions, a paradox of the mind, if you will.
It feeds our confidence and need to be
Self-sufficient and starves our need
To benefit from the dependency of other
Here to have fun, I'm just an amateur who find soothing fealing in photography. Depicting what you think through pictures, that is something really meticulous.
You may say a thousand words but you may still fail to express what's on your mind. Photography can definitely help you!
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