Challenge 85 - Thrive

[k.s.e.]

1 : to grow vigorously : FLOURISH
2 : to gain in wealth or possessions : PROSPER
3 : to progress toward or realize a goal

[Corupt2057]

Time Machine


Time riddles a rhyme hidden in a punchline.
Pokin' fun at my life, refusin' to shine.
Some say its meant to be,
It's written in the sky.
They're confusin' my stars.. with someone else's sign.
and I'm not laughin' at your joke.

(Chorus)
Take me beyond the flow of time,
Oh time machine of my design.
Help to fix these mistakes of mine...
I've been searchin' for you high and low.
Can you take me into those moments,
From a long time ago.

I find myself questionin' all the things,
Diggin' up history.. that has got to be wrong.
And I'd run around playin' God,
If it were my hands spinnin' on this clock.

Help me - rip a hole in the fabric of time.
I'll sew it a beautiful patch,
With my own threads of fate.
I could re-stitch my own past,
Knit in it a desire to reminisce.
Come in, sleep under this blanket of bliss.

(Chorus)
Take me beyond the flow of time,
Oh time machine of my design.
Help to fix these mistakes of mine...
I've been searchin' for you high and low.
Can you take me into those moments,
From a long time ago.

Opportunity knocks on all of these doors.
And I can't stop the clocks,
To change the lives they've torn.
Tryin' all the rooms that can't be opened.
The locks are jammed and can't be broken.
I've tried turnin' all the handles I pass by.
But I'm like an onerous pendulum,
Runnin' up and down the halls of time.

(Chorus)
Take me beyond the flow of time,
Oh time machine of my design.
Help to fix these mistakes of mine...
I've been searchin' for you high and low.
Can you take me into those moments,
From a long time ago.

How can I thrive in this life
When it's hard enough
Just reasonin' with myself to stay alive.
Don't wait,
I'm not looking forward to..
Tomorrow's pending heart ache.



::may edit a little here and there until due date::

[Scarred4Life]

Alright...I think I may enter something


Black Rose and Pure Mother

He awoke to a bitter autumn,
gave in to sweet desire
He loved the lines on her lips
while his world was on fire

Madre del dio
abbiami misericordia

She tore away his future
her skin was midnight-clad
He tried to live forever
what else did he have?

All flesh is ash
her face tells blissful lies
How can this black rose
be worth my sacrifice?

Thrive on the emptiness
that grows with every frown
Paint me my destiny
a thousand shades of brown

Pray for us sinners,
at the hour of our death

Sing a final hymn
through the cold and fear
Why trust your future to a Blind Seer?

Amen

[A_Perfect_Sonnet]

W3rd

Black Tie

Let's make a formal engagement out of this.
We can dress up, pretend we dont have problems.
I'll bring the sob stories if you bring the wine,
And feed you heartbreak over dinner for two.
It's not that I'm a glutton for my sorrow,
I just bury the past under empty plates.

A toast to memories I used to dwell on.
Raise your glass and thrive on my inhibitions.
And I'm getting fresh as my breath turns sour,
You can hate me cause I'm such a loving drunk.

You have an appetite for tuxedos stained black and white,
And while I'm still speaking easy, do me a little favor?

Knock me out and trace my outline onto the ground,
Make me look like I'm something special,
Not just another marble statue in the crowd.
So when morning comes,
And I'm all undone,
I can feel original.
Maybe this migraine and my hangover will cancel eachother out?

[Rushfan2112]

Paradise Lost

Everything spins and twirls
And I lose sight of the world!

I awake to the sound of water
I lie on a warm sunny beach
Is this a new world?
Is true heaven in reach?

I am astounded by this place
I get up and walk awhile
This world is so peaceful
I have no choice but to smile

The warm days turn into cool nights
Brought in by an ocean breeze
The glow of the sunset to the west
As if this world was made to please

A little off shore nature thrives
Plants grow freely, animals roam
Perhaps to a Garden of Eden,
To heaven I have been thrown!

I’ve lived here for years now
This world is still perfectly thin
No surprise in outcomes
No victory in what I win
nothing to set goals for
no expectations soar

The beach, I once loved
Now fills me with no more pleasure
All I think is a little discontent
Would be as grand as treasure
What’s the point in living
If I’m not fighting?

How can this be a perfect world?
When everything is so sure
How can nothing be wrong?
When everything rises over mediocre
Once the mighty ocean lulled me at night
Now it’s lost it's delight

This dreamland I’ve found myself in
This place I dwell
I must face reality
This paradise is hell

[Corupt2057]

don't promise
just do it ;-)

[Necroses-bass]

might do

[cytoplasmicglob]

will it sit there on an equal scale?
will it be paid for by any bail?
or does it exist?
will it flourish or will it fail?
will it cause a long and lengthy exhale?
does it exist?

you aren't me. but I am you. I am everybody's. Everyone is mine.
It's all mine. But it's yours too. I don't like this. I don't like this.

has it ever worked out in the past?
do you think that it will ever last?
is it turning red?
does it bind walmart in rusted chains?
does it ever lead to any gains?
I think it's turning red.

you aren't me. but I am you. I am everybody's. Everyone is mine.
It's all mine. But it's yours too. I don't like this. I don't like this.
I don't want to be you. You want to stand tall. I want to stand tall.

Let's play a game of whack-a-mole.
Hello Mr. Hammer, whack us on the head!
get 50 points to reach your goal!
just leave our rubber souls dead.

1 point, 2 point, 3 point , 4 point
1 point, 2 point, 3 point, 4 point
1 point, 2 point, 3 poin, 4 point
I think I see some yellow too.

[Disco Dragon]

The truth came from my glass of wine
Sipping past the little white lies
Unveiling an honest tongue

Numbing sensitivity
Relishing in honesty

Every word smells like my insides
The scent is too strong to hide
And now you wish it all undone

You swallow past your inner thoughts
Until the spite gets spat back at my face

Zen can’t win when an ill will kills
And the spills from the blood of my conscience fills
The space lacking guilt that can’t ever be rebuilt

The glass chips, one drip hits the floor
You slip and I sip some more
My lips let loose a quip that gets me kicked right out the door
How far will I get before this ship goes on and hits the shore

My anchor just swam away
Now I’m catching each word I say
Letting them thrive under my tongue

My heart sets in a glass today
Life was better when my mouth was afraid
And now I wish it all undone

[CemetaryGates9]

I will edit those post soon to insert a really crappy song. I haven't written in like 3 years, but some of my works were praised here.

[DFelon204409]

The hydra is a beast of reticence:
My father studied it in Greek Mythology,
Watched it thrive on its own goring,
Splitting, then wringing Heracles' intended pain
With its infinite coil.
My mother dissected it in her lab,
Oberved it regenerate and persist.
But, they managed to come home from the University
And ignore it even though it's there
Screaming for attention like

Grandpa's brine encrusted fingernails
And Grandma's gaudy, slipping cleavage
At my brother's wedding.
Grandpa wanted Mark to marry a scholar,
So he could watch his children flourish.
Grandma was glad he found June,
A girl whose smile could linger over
A tombstone and reverse the wilting of flowers
But whose mind panted after long division.
My father was just glad Mark hadn't
Repeated his family's history of mistakes
While my mother was disappointed
June's genes wouldn't encode an appreciation for Nabakov.

And, there I wached the professors flounder
Over the weighty silence of their conversation,
The swallowed sentences of their emotions.
And their tendency to never lie,
But never tell the truth either.
They wordleslly hacked at each other,
Terrified to see the other growing
Two heads for every one cut off,
Only to realize their skin wasn't green and scaly
Just in time for Mark's funeral.

After the ceremony I decided
To become an Astronomy major.
I thought I could find out
What answers that night's crescent moon could hold.
After years in the observatory I now know:
It cradles nothing.

[Permanent Solution]

Man, I'm going to get slaughtered :(


I stare as the waves break softly on the silhouetted shores
Reminiscing about the way things used to be, when we thrived
We used to get along cordially, it was a comfort all shared
Now I only contemplate the divorce offered by that pile of knives

Your delusions are my reality, and it’s impossible to cope
With the conflict presented by these splitting minds
The war in my head thunders, pounding me into docility
The waves still crash quietly in an arrhythmic time

It crescendos in a grand cadence, body driven by convulsions
Of a psyche psychotically satiated with morbid lies
Cruel nightmare of reality, using delusion to deceive
Bully inside my head, works to drown the strangled cries

The final battle is swift and quick, wise tactics defeat
The illustrious tyrant, whose reign kept him blind
The fantasy is only as real as the desire the drives it
Desire never dies, but fades in the malevolence of lies

Self-hurt is always the solution and never the crime
The root must then be in the web of societal ties
Which suppress existence though it suits us fine
Blissful ignorance of the quotas running our lives

[CSD & the Soul Machines]

It's cold outside but your fingertips still grease my windows every night

I saw you coming a mile away
And smelled you twenty more
Jingle-cup, my lips still tingle
No I can't spare you any change

So they say it's just another
Forgotten in the shuffle
Decoration for the alleyways
Like they really needed anymore

Jesus himself could only take 40 days alone
And desert sand is softer than a concrete home

Made daddy proud and became a boxer
With a mean right hook and a drinking problem
And the story's almost over

Enough paper bags to rebuild the tree
Where squirrels and birds could thrive and eat
And just perhaps they'll look down and see
A life-sized ornament that looks just like me

[DFelon204409]

CLOSED IN 3 HOURS

[Corupt2057]

She's a closed :thumb: