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at the end, don’t forget…. the trumpet. The volks wagon trip

by Bisban 5/28/2014

written by Bisban

I’m the dying guru guy. A skeleton would have been more exquisite.
A leaf blunt in my mouth. These rotting depths, Seraphim pray for me.
I have never done wrong. In the art of dying. Can you be a next door.
In my labyrinth. Brone, drive me … a little to the east. Set up camp in the land.
I can find a way. This can be, our ground zero. I’m the rotting celibacy dude.
Be a man. And come see me. I’m the dying guru dude.
Be the dude, and come see me.
Haha.

First, we need to crack my egg back to life. There’s […]

5/28/2014 1 comment

failure

by thedrowninggirl 5/27/2014

written by thedrowninggirl

Just sinking so low. I haven’t written in my journal (which I’ve kept since I was 15) since that night. that fact in itself scares me. I don’t want death, I’m certain of it, not when my head is clear. But I just urt so bad, nearly every morning I wake up and brace myself for the wave of misery, hope it’ll be over fast and won’t keep welling up on and off all day.
I am… no nice way to put it, I am a failure. I’ll be 29 tomorrow. I ave never been able to have a relationship in my life: just the […]

5/27/2014 1 comment

Seraphim Resurrection Execution

by Bisban 5/23/2014

written by Bisban

Recruit.

The first album. The man to his death.
Abyssal, abyssal. I am the only one counting the number.
There is no number, here in this singularity.
Today, burnt away again. Army of Seraphim. I need to die. Take me.

The new age begins with the walking, death, and the white horse.
The ancient text, the journey to the holy pilgrimage. Death…. is a number.
I am an obliterated splattered rot. Transmogrification of hell.
Build me an iron mask. The warrior, to the fight of the story of the living hell.

We gonna be heading, to the Squatch. Did you hear about the Star-Child skull yet?

5/23/2014 5 comments

Do you ever feel like…

by ShowusyerwillE 5/18/2014

written by ShowusyerwillE

We’re finished unless this man comes into power? I just long for this man to be in power. I’m sick of leftism, feminism, abortion and all sorts of horrors. I believe we can make our country great again. I’ve been making plans for him and I just want him to be happy in his world. It’s all that I fucking ask for, I don’t want much in life

5/18/2014 11 comments

So Tired

by Wizzosis 5/17/2014

written by Wizzosis

Twice in the past week and three in the last couple of weeks I’ve talked myself out of suicide. I don’t understand why I can’t just do it. Everyone I thought were friends have decided they’re suddenly bored of me and won’t really speak to me and the one man who keeps telling me how he’s always going to be there for me hasn’t been lately. My family won’t believe I’m as unwell as I am because they don’t see mental illness as a legit ting. I’m so tired of crying myself to sleep every single night.

I’m just tired.

5/17/2014 1 comment

Don’t be a boring person, Just try to be interesting

by addicted 5/14/2014

written by addicted

Positive attitude, hope, doing things, man of action…etc all these are boring and it is for looser.

Just experience nihilism, existentialism, Efilism, AntinatalismÂ Â these are all so interesting we fell in love with them and ready to give our life for these.

First case is for mentally underdeveloped people.

Therefore start asking yourself questions Â ” what is the purpose of human life, is there any meaning at all?, does the all struggle we undergo- is it worth at all? “

5/14/2014 3 comments

the world as good as you. I am the biggest loser

by Bisban 5/8/2014

written by Bisban

Hear, a lost sound. Here, in the world. Tell me, what do you hear.
Me, whatÂ can I say;Â I,Â blood of stigmata. A victim and a “White lighter.”
A world possessed by the black side of man’s heart.
Getting too deep. A broken horse. The abyssal reach, unreached. The world shall fall.
Our generation shall see. Sitting. Nothing matters. A dying rebel, unable to pray.
Within.Â A non-existing cosmic brilliancy. Oh, celestial. Why, me.
What will be the miracle on the first page. For I, am only a horse.
My name, in chain.

“Chain,” was the last word. Nothing else to cling. I was wishing, for the voice of.

5/8/2014 4 comments

Tracks of The Laser Beautiful Bat Cave

by Bisban 5/6/2014

written by Bisban

The sound of darkness. A grapefruit. Devour, and kill me.

One day. After we walk to eternity.

A walking soul of iron armor. Undead, in celibacy to Celestial.

I am, that I am.

Devour me. Kill me.Â Me and you, to infinity.

5/6/2014 1 comment

Into the last astral ..

by Bisban 5/4/2014

written by Bisban

Always wishing to find the beautiful sound. Oh, man.

The zenith, taken from me. Never echoing through oblivion.

I am transmorse, the metal horse. Cyborg was my cherry pick.

Ultra blast, to the max. Robin, by my side. My life.

I wish to exist in reality.

Spitting in tunes of the lost vibes. Always wishing, to find the next beautiful sound.

Silence. Take me through the valley. Take me to the “Bat Cave.”

For my life. Will you be my Robin. Or the fate of Nightwing.

The song… was the last track.

The title sounds like … Grace Mary.

So beautiful…

5/4/2014 3 comments

The Blue Beetle

by Bisban 5/3/2014

written by Bisban

Le Bettle.
The Ancient.
Into the dust. Millenium, this rust.
The Sphinx, of the Atlantis. God.
In the shape of Dog. What such life.

Lucifer has you by the ball. The horn penetrates.
Into the world that makes no sense.
Battle-cry. Battle-cry. Warriors of Atomic Era, tally zero.
We have already lost the countdown, thousands and millions.
The Devil in the ass. Fuck you, ************.
FBI, save my ass. Be a good cop. Be a good man.
Be a good shepherd. The blue assistance is dead.
Holy… Getting fucked in the ass. You let yourself and your mother.

Hey, that’s not how I wanna end, the night; […]

5/3/2014 3 comments

This Is Who I Am

by justanotherteenagestatistic 5/1/2014

written by justanotherteenagestatistic

You know, I’m reallyÂ sick

of people judging me

and thinking they know

who I am.

Just one

quick

little

glance

and an eternal

stamp

laces my soul.

Bi. Sex. U. Al.

You can say it.

I won’t mind.

My hand is as comfortable

in a girl’s

as it is

in a man’s.

My lips do know the touch

of a female

and they longed for another.

So what?

I’m not a SLUT.

I’m not a WHORE.

I’m not ‘undecided’

or just ‘confused’.

And they wonder why I

don’t believe

in their

God.

We were created in his image-

correct?

So then why does this

happen:

“Don’t tell the others,

but Daddy loves

you

the best.”

Is that who you worship?

“I love all my children

equally-

except for you.

You’re going to Hell.”

So here I go

with the homos

and the murderers

the thieves

the harlots

the liars

and in a way I […]

5/1/2014 7 comments

David’s the man, Well hung and a snow white tan

by Wednesday 4/29/2014

written by Wednesday

So where were the spiders?
While the fly tried to break our balls.
Just the beer lights to guide us.
So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?

Ziggy played for time,
Jiving us that we were voodoo
The kids were just crass,
He was the Naz
With god given ass.

He took it all to far,
But boy could he play guitar!!

4/29/2014 0 comment

Not the romantic type

by Remnant The Unbroken 4/28/2014

written by Remnant The Unbroken

But it sucks seeing my ex bf marrying some girl he managed to replace me with so quickly. I mean come on dude you’re 19 and you’re ready to spend the rest of your life with her? It makes me lol and want to cry at the same time.

I doubt any man is gonna want a woman with scars all over her body though =.=

Any of you feel the same way? I want someone in my life to help me along my goal to getting my survivor’s mentality back.

But I now also have a problem with the whole love life thing because of […]

4/28/2014 11 comments

Temptress Oblivion

by anothersideofjoe 4/24/2014

written by anothersideofjoe

Oblivion, sweet temptress!
your softly whispered secret
so simple, seductive
offers welcome respite
to a vulnerable ear
in that fractured moment
I fall shaking at your feet
your womb-like embrace
offered so freely, lovingly,
promises fresh, silent wholeness
to a man balled on the floor
but temptress, beware
your mask is slipping
something subtle, sinister
belies your seductive call
you are no temptress
you are a siren
luring poets to their doom

4/24/2014 0 comment

Father completed suicide

by Momoftwo 4/20/2014

written by Momoftwo

My father completed suicide a few days ago. Â No one ever saw it coming–he was a religious man, a bachelors in Theology and an ordained minister. Â He was terminally ill and getting worse and worse by the day. Â He did not want to be put into a nursing home or die in a hospital. Â He died at home in his own bed. Â He was only 60 but his quality of life was so poor I don’t blame him for doing it. Â He is so much better off, in no pain now and free from his need of oxygen to live. Â Â I am sorry […]

4/20/2014 6 comments

Living Alone

by ModestTruth 4/17/2014

written by ModestTruth

The Dweller Alone by Stella Benson
My Self has grown too mad for me to master.
Craven, beyond what comfort I can find,
It cries: “Oh, God, I am stricken with disaster.”
Cries in the night: “I am stricken, I am blind….”

I will divorce it.Â I will make my dwelling
Far from my Self.
Not through these hind’ring tears
Will I see men’s tears shed.

Not with these ears
Will I hear news that tortures in the telling.
I will go seeking for my soul’s remotest
And stillest place.

For oh, I starve and thirst
To hear in quietness man’s passionate protest,
Against the doom with which his world is cursed.

Not my own wand’ringsâ€”not my own abidingsâ€”
Shall give my search […]

4/17/2014 1 comment

13 April 1987

by Nusu Nusu 4/16/2014

written by Nusu Nusu

I hope you can make me love myself more.

I hope you can make life a little more sure.

I hope you can touch me and make me feel good.

I hope I’ll make you happy, as for that I should.

I hope you’ll make me pretty, inside and out.

I hope you’ll show me what supposed ‘love’ is all about.

I hope you’ll make me happy, certain and bright.

I hope you can make it turn out alright.

I hope you can stop me from being so wrong.

I hope you’ll give me reason to go on.

I hope you’ll like music and show me fun.

I hope you’ll show how enjoying life is done.

I […]

4/16/2014 0 comment

Doing Better

by bayareaguy 4/14/2014

written by bayareaguy

Hello Friends,

About 6 weeks agoÂ I was ready to move on…..all my ducks were in a row, as the saying goes.Â But then three things happened.

1.Â I learned a person I know and respect also suffers from MDD and has attempted.Â She shared this with me quite out of the blue.Â Evidently it took someone who had walked several miles in my shoes to see and heed the signs.Â I wasn’t aware I had let anything slip.Â She picked right up on it.Â I now have someone safe to go to in times of need.Â And what is really remarkable is she knows and understands that […]

4/14/2014 8 comments

Now or never

by deadflesh_has_noregrets 4/12/2014

written by deadflesh_has_noregrets

Cold blue steel
Pressed to my temple
I tremble some
this trigger has always been light

No tears will spill
for me, not for me
only anger for the mess
I will leave

A half-century of life
like trash in the wind
leaves me so angry

– that my old man didn’t jack off in the sink

4/12/2014 0 comment

Interesting 4/11/14

by lofftb 4/11/2014

written by lofftb

Tonight was interesting. I found out my mom had been married before, in college. And that my father was a complete pot head. And so was every other man my mom had dated before. And that my uncle was a very popular weed dealer in southern Arkansas. My cousin doesn’t know, but my uncle had been married before to a total ***** and he doesn’t want Natalie to know. I really don’t like secrets much less keeping them. I wish my mom hadn’t told me that because I will probably end up fucking shit up again. Sad night. Its actually pretty funny I wasn’t invited […]

4/11/2014 0 comment

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