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RE: My dark times - Cath - 05-27-2016 That's some good stuff! (If I said shit, it could have been taken in the wrong way...) RE: My dark times - Simple Tania - 05-27-2016 it is indeed!! a powerful piece, love it Dre RE: My dark times - Drek - 05-28-2016 (05-27-2016, 08:42 PM)CBM97 Wrote: That's some good stuff! (If I said shit, it could have been taken in the wrong way...) thx Cath, maybe you wanted to say: this is the shit, my guess i may be mistaken (05-27-2016, 09:24 PM)Fenix-TS Wrote: it is indeed!! a powerful piece, love it Dre thx auntie RE: My dark times - Cath - 05-28-2016 Well it's more like an expression (by that i meant the sentence "that's some good shit") I don't want to be misunderstood. RE: My dark times - Drek - 05-28-2016 i'm not familiar with english expressions cos it's not my native language RE: My dark times - Emmie - 05-28-2016 This is the shit! = This is awesome! Kinda, ish. RE: My dark times - Cath - 05-28-2016 (05-28-2016, 07:57 PM)Emmie Wrote: This is the shit! = This is awesome! Thanks for clearing the situation Em'! (I mean it) RE: My dark times - Drek - 05-29-2016 thanks for the enlightenment, the next one is comming soon™ RE: My dark times - Drek - 05-30-2016 It hurt He dropped her. She slipped away. She escaped. She left him. He was alone... He was left alone with sickness confused crushed, halved in two... Redness blueness under eye bags, broken glasses... He was floating alone sad and lonely he was a sad willow tree in the dark. Wet the moisture was killing him the tears, he paid the mistakes expensive, he was falling... His fall was endless sinking into shapeless emptiness. It hurt him too much. It hurt him he prayed to god and all the saints. He prayed for forgiveness consolation rest long, the longest, eternal... For him there was no answer, there was no sense, there was no help... Slowly he was giving away, he was losing the earth, the gravity, the strength, the balance, more and more, more often in drunkenness he was drowning... Alone on his own, alone with his own, alone in the drunkenness... She left that was all. He released himself from the demons, fears, pains... It hurt him goddamned too much, He saved his soul, released his body, maybe the act was bad, but he threw the dead body, He freed himself... He didn't said a word anymore, just left... He lost himself in coldness of the night, sank into the embrace of death, she was dead... It hurt him too much, for salvation of his soul he prayed, horrified in drunkenness, more and more he sank.. Cried, regretted, the mistakes he was cursing, in deeper horrors he fell, he made mistakes more often, he was waiting the death, he sought, he called, sincerely he desired... He felt pain, it hurt him too much, morally disabled, emotionally dead, he couldn't stand anymore, he hugged her, and joined her, to her cold feet he surrendered, HE FELL ASLEEP BESIDE HER! RE: My dark times - Drek - 06-01-2016 Humans Is pain the path towards the truth. Is the suffering, the darkness, the terror, the death, does all the agonies of this ruthless reality, to choke us before we face the inevitable, we are humans... All of us, some close, some far away, we are all humans. Do we need to become a poor shadow, do we need to suffer hellish agony, to become humans... What kind of time is this... what kind of difficult age is this, this evil hour... Do we need to dig our eyes out, kill our hearts, poison our souls, from nothing else to suffer, from pure evil to abhor... Life was given to us, breath was a gift for us, why are we selling it so cheap, why aren't we appreciate each other... New world we need to create, like new us, naked in the dark, that's how we should create, our heart is a different world, pure world, once if it get's dirty there is no return... If at the bottom there is a bottom, and that bottom we overcomed, below that bottom we collapsed... Blindness and madness. We are humans, stupid and simple, complex and complicated, colourful, live... We need to live, memories to leave, future to give to the future ones, what's human written not to step on it... The moral, the higher, the ideal, to maintain, to stay humans... |