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Music is The Cure for The Sound of Silence or Noise Pollution inside your Talking Heads
It will ignite A Fire Inside of you and start to Romance Chemicals in your brain, and Heart
If you are ever Panicking at Discos, or think you fall in and Fall Out of love, Boy, music is The Cure
Life may get you Down With the Sickness and feeling Disturbed, like The Banshees are wailing at your window
But music is The Cure
Music can transport you to a Winter Wonderland or a Black Hole Sun
You can take a ride on a Yellow Submarine or be a Space Oddity on a ship 30 Seconds to Mars
Music can take you Over the Rainbow to go dancing in the Purple Rain
It doesn't matter if you're a Black or White, or green, blue, or pink, music will Open Your Heart and make your Soul Love
Music can Help, no matter your mood, It All Depends On You
It can send you to Nirvana with beautiful songs of love for your Paramore in a Heart-Shaped Box
Or it can pull you into a Hole of depression after checking into Heartbreak Hotel when you find out you weren't Irreplaceable
It all depends on your mood and your Mode, Depeche, or otherwise
Music can be whatever you, and U2, need it to be
Whether you were one of the Misfits or The Cool Kids, everyone needs music in their lives
So no matter what the Future brings, Don't Worry, Be Happy
For as long as music exists, I'm Gonna Be Alright and Brush the Dirt Off Your Shoulder
And I'll be singing As The World Falls Down around me because a song makes everything better and music is The Cure
By
T.E.G.
April 8, 2017
It will ignite A Fire Inside of you and start to Romance Chemicals in your brain, and Heart
If you are ever Panicking at Discos, or think you fall in and Fall Out of love, Boy, music is The Cure
Life may get you Down With the Sickness and feeling Disturbed, like The Banshees are wailing at your window
But music is The Cure
Music can transport you to a Winter Wonderland or a Black Hole Sun
You can take a ride on a Yellow Submarine or be a Space Oddity on a ship 30 Seconds to Mars
Music can take you Over the Rainbow to go dancing in the Purple Rain
It doesn't matter if you're a Black or White, or green, blue, or pink, music will Open Your Heart and make your Soul Love
Music can Help, no matter your mood, It All Depends On You
It can send you to Nirvana with beautiful songs of love for your Paramore in a Heart-Shaped Box
Or it can pull you into a Hole of depression after checking into Heartbreak Hotel when you find out you weren't Irreplaceable
It all depends on your mood and your Mode, Depeche, or otherwise
Music can be whatever you, and U2, need it to be
Whether you were one of the Misfits or The Cool Kids, everyone needs music in their lives
So no matter what the Future brings, Don't Worry, Be Happy
For as long as music exists, I'm Gonna Be Alright and Brush the Dirt Off Your Shoulder
And I'll be singing As The World Falls Down around me because a song makes everything better and music is The Cure
By
T.E.G.
April 8, 2017
Literature
Procella Ch. 2
Dameon awoke to a loud pounding on his apartment door. He was reminded of his childhood when his father would beat down his door to wake him for school as he sat up, black sheets revealing his bare torso. He realized he had fallen asleep again with a sweater around his waist, his shoes and pants still on after an infinite mind wander within the depths of his thoughts.
The pounding grew louder as he looked at his clock, 4:19 am. The unexpected guest was relentless as they knocked a third time while Dameon walked towards the door. He opened the door without hesitancy and looked vaguely around the hall to find no one in sight. He took a step ou
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Ik wil alleen voor jou bestaan
de adem die ik adem is voor jou
hoeveel pijn je me ook doet
ik lijd alleen voor jou
elke val die ik maak
elke keer dat ik opsta
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Nocte
Hiding from the beast,
From tree to tree,
Running in the dark,
I tell myself such things,
Slow- so it won't find you,
Breath.
These fires have scorched far and wide,
Leaving the scent of my former cinders to linger in my head,
Like some bad bender,
Warped memories encircling grey,
The ground is made of shattered glass,
Broken dreams.
No lilies remain,
To any kingdom I run,
In mirrors of liquid glass,
Surrealist battles are won,
And like fear,
The spider crawled from my mouth.
They are sedating everything,
Brush pixilated,
Focus changing,
Leaving me to run in the dark,
Caught in the eye of the storm,
Hiding in the calm.
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New poem I just wrote, my health has siphoned my creativity, so this is the first poem I have gotten suddenly inspired to write in more than a year and that makes me so depressed I can't even think about it anymore without breaking down, so anyway, thought I'd probably post this since it's been so long, later guys, hopefully not sooo much
April 8, 2017
April 8, 2017
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