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Inside Me

I come so close to, become - Why all the sorrow, if you do not wollow, when you are gone - Do i betray the weak, then you must weap - I carry my darkness, you will not hear me cry - I burry my sadness alone, with pride - I walked many, the grey ally - I never fear, as death strolls behind me - My shadow, she helps me, along - I trust no one, especially the one, which borrows and plant the demon seeds inside, Me.

poem by Unic Cjonr
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Carry On

The north star always guides me
When winter skies are gray
And I wait for sun when all are one
I shall not betray
Calling at me
I'm waiting when all are led astray

Carry on my sons forever
Carry On when I am gone
Carry On when the day is long
Forever Carry On
For as long as we're together
Then forever Carry On

Darkness all around us
We don't close our eyes
No one's gonna ground us
We were burn to fly
Comin'at us no stopping
Born to amplify

Carry on my sons forever
Carry On when I am gone
Carry On when the day is long
Forever Carry On
For as long as we're together
Then forever Carry On

Yea

song performed by by Manowar from Fighting The World
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I Hear The Rain

I hear the rain. I hear the rain.
I hear the rain.
Got to kill the pain.
I hear the rain. I hear the rain.
I hear the rain.
Got to kill the pain.
Burry me out on a lone prarie.
Prarie water washin over me.
Burry me out on a lone prarie.
A friend who calls a coyote.
Burry me out in the lone city.
Sewer water color of my tea.
Burry me out in the lone city.
Sewer water wash we all down to sea.
She use to sit and watch and wait.
Now I think Ill go and sit.
Gordon gano: vocals, electric and acoustic guitar, fiddle
Brian ritchie: mariachi bass, marimba, vocals
Victor delorenzo: drums, vocals
Produced by mark van hecke
Recorded at secret sound studio, new york city
gorno music reprinted with permission

song performed by by Violent Femmes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Diary of a Survivor

Paint me red
Don’t color my dreams
Paint me red and burry me

We haunted the roads like animals
And danced as the windows shattered
We counted the weapons, the breaths, the days
In the invisible hours, we’d lie down and pray

Paint me red and burry me
Blind fold me, so I cannot see

Your disillusioned eyes and wrecked soul
When you surrendered beneath the purple skies
I cannot see it
The hollow human spirit

Paint me red and burry me
Block my nose, so I cannot smell

The smoke, the fog and the haze
The gunpowder you always inhale
It creeps through the nooks, the cracks
Eliminating us insects, stalks over stalks

Paint me red and burry me
Burn my hands, so I cannot fix

The springs in your mattress
And the water in your kitchen
The ceiling leaks blood, your walls cry out loud
And your windows wave silently to those dead clouds

Paint me red and burry me
I am a fool, I cannot help thee
I am a fool, someone help thee.

poem by Kanza Javed
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Gone Is The Light

Every day I wake in my lonely bed
How I wish that I was dead
No more left to be said
A great burden I carry on my head
All I do is question why
No longer pointing my head to the sky
No more wind is in my sail
Nothing more I can fail

I have lost my only friend
In love I fall never again
It is sad but yet so true
Nothing left for me to do
Into the night I'll fade away
For me there's just no more day
All is left is the night
Gone tomorrow the sun light

Darkness surrounds everywhere
Gray are my skies since she's not here
Turned his back no longer I sleep
For my soul no one will keep
As winter’s chill cometh the dawn
Lost all my senses since she’s gone
The darkness cry’s out my name
Hard I find to live down the shame

No longer can I conceal my sorrow
Why must there be a tomorrow
No more comes a brighter day
It just won’t seem to go away
This is a first for me to be alone
I've never been on my own
Gone are the days of my happiness
All is left is pure sadness

No one left to kiss and caress
No longer do I have someone to impress
The darkness I now embrace
For I have fallen on my face
No more to rise it’s the end
For I’ve lost my best friend
That voice I no longer hear
For she’s no longer here

poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Those Who Betray And Lament

At THIS hour of the day.
And with time allowed,
Over the years to slip away.
Someone sits not to forget or forgive,
Those who intentionally took steps to offend,
With a doing of it they went ahead to inflict.

And at THIS hour of the day,
It would not matter who said what to have what's been done...
Wished away,
To acknowledge what took place.
Since what took place can not be erased,
From the mind of the one this misdeed continues to sit...
Long after it was considered someone's fun!

And at THIS hour of the day...
Wishing for a way to turn back the clock,
To prevent what should not have happened...
To have it stopped and blocked from a doing,
Is not on the mind of the one who is visited with memories...
At THIS hour of the day,
When one witnesses images from a distance...
A payback paid to those who betray and lament.

Those who betray and lament...
Grieve.
Those who betray and lament...
Can't sleep.
Those who betray and lament,
Become haunted.
Unwanted.

Those who betray and lament...
Grieve.
Those who betray and lament...
Can't sleep.
Those who betray and lament,
Become haunted.
Unwanted.
And have nobody near them to hear their pleas!

Those who betray and lament...
Grieve.
Those who betray and lament...
Can't sleep.
Those who betray and lament,
Become haunted.
Unwanted.
And have nobody near them to hear their pleas!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Dream of Sorrow

O the sorrow of my dream
so dear my friend
with her mother it seem
knew she said goodbye
for the last time
I held my friend
she I love the best
so very close
I could feel
this sadness
this sorrow
way deep inside my chest
for time takes away
everyone we hold close
If not today
definitely tomorrow

poem by Rachel Nichols
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Sweet Sorrow

O Darkness of mine,
Why do they maltreat you?
O Sorrow so kind,
What is it you do?
How cruel they are,
to make Sorrow cry!
How cruel they are,
to leave Darkness looking up at the sky!

Why is Sorrow such a malady?
Who left Darkness in disarray?
He longs to live in sweet Sorrow's golden morrow,
even if it pierces like an arrow.

poem by Soren Valentine
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Carry Me

Carry me through both the good and bad times I will go through
like the winds that blow through the sands of time closer to you
so that I am able to see past my fears
that tries to steal my soul and fill my heart with sadness

Carry me through the dark and let your light shine like a moonlite glow
that falls upon me the touch of a calm peacefulness

Carry me through my tears and comfort me in my sorrow
give me strength in your
faith for tomorrow
so my eye's are not clouded over with blindness
as I walk this path you show me to follow

poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Everywhere I Am/My Sadness Comes Back To Me

Everywhere I am
My sadness comes back to me-
Sadness it seems
Is part of my essential self
I carry it with me like a signature.

One day perhaps in some perfect heaven
I will not find it within me
But now here in this world
Where even the greatest Goodness and Happiness
May know loss
It is with me always
Even if sometimes only as a possibility-

Sadness goes with me wherever I go
And I am sadness it seems in some of my essence-

Bless the light of the day and the beauty of the world
And those moments of rare exuberance
In which Sadness is not.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Suicide/pain/ Darkness/sadness

suicide/pain/darkness/sadness this is a person whos soul is stuck in a body and is screaming to get out cause all I see is darkness all i fell is pain and sadness and the only way i know to get out of it is suicide the pain darkness and sadness will never go away so why stay around. suicid is all ifeel there is left.

poem by Sarah Downwater
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The Greatest Plague

Hate consumes the people of the world like a
plague that kills. Turn to hate we do in times
where things are wrong in thine eyes. Try to
justify it by calling it what you like but in
the end it all amounts to hate. Someone attacks
the weak we go after them claiming justice but
we allow the anger to lead us away. Sorrow can
leads us to hate without a soul even realizing
it. So hate has the ulitmate power in this world
that call home. Hate is everything that does not
envelop love or happiness. We allow more hate
than love in this land. You can call it what you
like. Spite anger sorrow loss sadness jealousy
pain. They all lead down the road to hatred.
The paths may go in different ways but all in
in the same place. Being there alone without
a person to stand at your side. Without the
happiness and joys of life. You can say that
sorrow loss and sadness are not hate but when
you think about it your sorrow can turn feeling
sorrow for a person can turn to hurting another
you feel anger towards those who would not help.
Loss you blame someone or something for taking
someone away from you. Perhaps your loss can
change into seeking vengence. Sadness how could
it turn you wander but sadness it self it loss
and sorrow. When sad you are easily swayed by
one of great influence good or bad. Hate has
the power to do more to us than one can ever
think or imagine. For those who do no see it
just turn the pages back in time and all shall
be revealed then. Hate is destroying us swiftly
one day at a time. Hate is the worlds greatest
plague.

poem by Jacob Adams
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I Will Touch You

(cagan)
I can count the teardrops hidden from your eyes
I can hear the sadness that your smile belies
Thought I heard a whisper
Did it come from you
If you say youre ready
I am ready too
I will touch you deep inside where love is
I will touch your sorrow and make it go away
I can hear the questions running through your mind
I can feel the answers very close behind
When your heart is ready
You will understand
When youre tired of crying
You will take my hand
I will touch you deep inside where love is
I will touch your sorrow and make it go away

song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Seeping out of my heart

I stare at myself at the eye
I could only see the sadness swelling into a space so dry
I collide my lashes then gaze
My look was ablaze
Deep within patrols me a sorrow so hollow
That I deny to follow
A sorrow since times ago
A little slice then a little more it came to grow
Even if my eyes remain that dry
I was helpless to ban my heart to cry
For nobody else
But me

poem by Darkness Herself
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Words Can Kill

Why must we fight
Must we shatter sweet dreams
The way we hurt each other night after night
Its almost obscene
Must we tear at our hearts
Even now while were alone in the dark
Lay your sorrow on my sadness.
Hold me close now stop this madness
Love be silent love be still
Now hush my darling words can kill
Woman dont speak
Seems like a year since weve kissed
Just close your eyes and bring your lips next to mine
Let me know I exist
My love will not wait
Take me in your arms before its to late
Lay your sorrow on my sadness
Hold me close now stop this madness
Love be silent love be still
Now hush my darling words can kill
Words can kill
Words can kill...

song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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That Voice Again

I want to be with you
I want to be clear
But each time I try
Its the voice I hear
I hear that voice again
Im listening to the conversation
Judge and jury in my head
Its colouring everything
All we did and said
And still I head that sharp tongue talking
Talking tangled words
I can sense the danger
Just listen to the wind
I want you close I want you near
I cant help but listen
But I dont want to hear
Hear that voice again
I want to be with you
I want to be clear
But each time I try
Its the voice I hear
I hear that voice again
Im hearing right and wrong so clearly
There must be more than this
Its only in uncertainty
That were naked and alive
I hear it through the rattle of a streetcar
Hear it through the things you said
I can get so scared
Listen to the wind
I want you close I want you near
I cant help but listen
But I dont want to hear
Hear that voice again
What I carry in my heart
Brings us so close or so far apart
Only love can make love
I want you close I want you near
I cant help but listen
But I dont want to hear
I hear that voice again
I want to be with you
I want to be clear
But each time I try
Its the voice I hear
I hear that voice again

song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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As we bask in sorrow

While recently having a conversation with a friend, we discussed 'basking in sorrow, ' which by definition, is an oxymoron.. bask meaning to take great pleasure or satisfaction; and sorrow meaning loss or despair.
It is possible to bask in sorrow. While for one reason or another, sadness consumes you, at the same time you could be quite happy. For example; I am naturally a happy person. Therefor while I may feel constant sadness about a certain situation, I may still be basking; or somewhat happy. (smiling, laughing, having a good time)
Many people have a sadness inside them that is hidden, or in the back of their mind at all times. These people are probably happy, can have fun, and seem to be in good cheer, while the sadness is still there, in their minds or hearts.

Therefor; we bask in sorrow.

Here we sit and bask in sorrow
Secretly begging for the morrow
A smile upon the outside face
Strength that shows as we run our race

Happiness is never too far away
Genuine cheer throughout the day
But a certain sadness wears us down
And being alone makes us frown

For this is what causes our heartache and grief
It hides under smiles, the sly little thief
So though we are basking in our sorrow today
We might soon find something to keep it at bay

poem by Kamryn Chew
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A Gustatory Achievement

Last Thanksgivin'-dinner we
Et at Granny's house, an' she

Had--ist like she alluz does--
Most an' best pies ever wuz.

Canned _black_ burry-pie an' _goose_
Burry, squshin'-full o' juice;
An' _roz_burry--yes, an' plum--
Yes, an' _churry_-pie--_um-yum_!

Peach an' punkin, too, you bet.
Lawzy! I kin taste 'em yet!
Yes, an' _custard_-pie, an' _mince!_

An'--I--_ain't_--et--no--pie--sin ce!

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Darkness And Hope

So this is
the exemplar deathstyle
you told me about;
you want my seed in
is this the treason
I bare the fame from?
my fatal freedom;
the omniswansong

I carry the news of Darkness and hope

So this is
the underworld
you have in your heart;
you hide in your room
I┬┤m so sorry to say
it only makes me laugh

I carry the news of Darkness and hope

So here I have-your act of love
within the poison-of your every word
each night you stay in-each night I will have to run
knowing from darkness and hope
there is no return.

I carry the news of darkness and hope.

dedicated to the small great people of Saboia

song performed by by Moonspell from Darkness And Hope
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Oooo...Oooo-Oooo Wee Ow-ouch!

'I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.
I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'

Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch!

'More dominant and not the weak one.
I'm more dominant and not the weak one.'

Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch!

She says I'm on a pacifier.
Unreliable with too many needs.
She says I'm heat under the sheets...
But she's the one who buys the food we eat.

She says I'm not dependable at all.
And by herself she does the best she can alone,
To make all ends meet!
When bill collectors call.
And,
She's more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.

Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch.
More dominant and not the weak one?
More dominant and not the weak one?

Submissive when she comes to the bed.
Prepared to get her needs met!
And I am ever ready.

I've lost my job and the kids are fed.
I do the best I can...
But I'm not making the bread.
And my ego's thinly spread.
When the work I've done is meager.
And the words I hear from her...
Are wrestling in my head.

'I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'

And if I leave my family...
I'll lose my life instead.

'I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'

Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silence Tells Us We Cannot Go On

Silence tells us we cannot go on-
It tells us we must go on-
We do not know where we are-
We are struggling in darkness
We do not know our way
We go on blinded by the light too great for us-
We are lost in our own ignorance and sorrow
We are supposed to not be fools
But we are -

The lingering world sings songs of sadness endlessly
We continue-
We force ourselves against whatever it is we must meet
All the Darkness surrounding us cannot defeat us-
We move on through whatever it is we must face and defeat
Sorrow is with us and on all sides great pain
But we continue-

We are the minor creatures of this earth and universe
But no one we know can think like us -
We go on now
We will go on as long as we can
Silence and Darkness and Destiny and Fear will not defeat us-
We are the Light and we are the music and we will be what will be alright in the end
Even though we have barely yet begun-

poem by Shalom Freedman
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