Mash's Writing

Unjust

Detailed and elaborate
Dark weaving pattern
Build it up to bring it down
And his whole world shatters
Because I'm coming through the door
A million pieces
And just one knife
And in the end, I'm begging for more

Just like intoxication
And please don't forgive me
Cause pretty soon I'll be watching
Just you wait and see

Isn't it just funny?
Millions of functions
So delicate and fragile
So elaborate
I just can't help it
It just gives me a smile

And it isn't for the money

Justice
I'm not feeling it
All the candles lit
Atmosphere is nothing
I'll shatter his world
Bit by bit

And if it doesn't seem to fit
That's just okay
I've never minded
Just let me win it
Cause it's all just a game
I don't even know your name
Or care about the fame
And feel no shame
Ignite the millions by flame

Just give me today
I'll take it away
I feel as if I must
I feel so unjust

Feel free to comment. Feel free to guess what it's about. I will later on in the forum (or I may edit this post) explain what it is about.

Fools

Bring me to your underground
Bring me to your gunpoint
Take me through whispering fog lines
Your communication is obviously flawed
Learn the word "End"
I hope no one saves you
And who are you to talk?
Because we're all equal
Look at me
I can't work nine-to-five another day
I can't give money to those in need
Because we're all equal
In fear of terrorists
In fear of horror movie icons
Why not of sanity?
Sanity is flawed
A balanced scale that is uneven
I'd like to see what they'd do with this world
Because nothing is free in a free country
Freedom is balanced by how much freedom we lack
On a balanced scale that is uneven
I hope it topples over
Just to see you fools all blown away
By your own ungodly delusions

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Take In Your Shame

Ёach addition to this hanging is another way to look at the world
Άimed at society—I fail to see the point in this expression of art
Ťhe defendant refuses to admit it—“he’s just an artist”

Șhould he be punished? Lawyers discuss things normal humans find repulsing to even consider
Ήate seems to be centered, and spread into so many different formats in one room
Ăll of it is just too painful to watch—I wish people like this would go away into some abyss
мen can be so cruel? It seems so
Ëvil lives on in this world, and as long as it does, we must combat it. Breathe in the cries of children, pain of workers, and depression of the weak and strong alike. Breathe out justice. You always will have something to fight for.

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Joy

Ascending into my eyes
It took me a life to realize
All the pain I had inflicted
All my past shadows will soon be depicted
I guess there's no easy way to say this
But my life might just be a total miss
I'm going to learn how to swallow my pain
I'm going to learn how to swallow my shame
I'm a prisoner of my own device
And for too long, I've been rolling the dice
It's time a give the world a chance
And for once step down from a powerful stance
For too long I have used the human race as a toy
It's time for once I spread the joy

For Mother, Father, Sisters, Brother and Friends. I don't feel this way personlly, but it's something we should all consider...

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ὑπερβολή

A picture is worth a thousand words
When sometimes I'd rather it be worth just one
And with a chosen one
To give the message of some sort of existence
With nature
And complexity
Something to be reborn with
A redemption of sorts

Pass my reflection on
Into 1,000 days
1,000 more I can't take
Not for you

You were dreaming again
And you kept screaming
It's sad
You say things that hurt me
And I know you're screaming because you woke up
Not because of the dream
You wish it would come true
You wish you were still sleeping
Or dead
Either one, I can't remember

Given empty promises
You can't fill the void
Prescriptions are nothing
Even if you try
Because you're sick of sickness
The worst kind of hole
And with no way out

Curiosity can kill the cat
But you're curious to die
Ironic
Too bad there's no picture
Just a white canvas
And the only way to fill it is to paint
Paint the black in
Because white is the absence of color
The absence of existence
And only you can fill it
Even with black
Even with things you'd rather not remember

Feel free to comment. Feel free to guess what it's about. I will later on in the forum (or I may edit this post) explain what it is about.

Everything I've done up until now has been sort of related. As a result, in order to solve the "mysteries" behind my writing, I'll give you the order it goes in:

Silver
Unjust
Judgement
Take In Your Shame
ὑπερβολή
Fools
Joy

The main title of this group of poems is "The Abstract and The Hyperbole"

The Groove

Pure as I thought we were
We took it and shot her
Another hypocrite, another breadwinner
Just shut up and lie
I can't let you die

Break another sigh and release
Feel the grooves of the wood, and death of deceased
Smokey the Bear struck you out, they got you high
It's time for these monsters all to die

I wish I'd told you
But human nature has lost all its clues
Rain drumming down on my body and yours
Oh dear God, I locked all your doors
And shut you in
Like you're Pandora's sin

Lost my mind in compassion
While the world wonders about fashion
Human nature has lost all it's sense
Where are the days where people were dense?

I saw them die on TV
I kept it on just to see
And here I am looking back
Seeing bodies for myself, piled in stacks

Don't talk about love, or god, or whatever
You'll understand these things never
You could never risk your life
You could never battle in strife

Get out of my house before I kill you
Those I gave credit to, so few
She changed my mind in that rain
Her death drove my mind insane

It's still in the cabin
I feel the murders still stabbing
In those purple pulses, in those woods
I figured I can do what I should

I could watch that stillborn die again
By now, my mind has changed about men
What do you think of all these chores...?
Only my entire body is in sores

Dance around
So profound...?
Whisper another lie
And I plot for you to die
Get your pretty candles lit
And just another hypocrite!

It's about people today and how everyone is a hypocritical monster. Smokey the Bear is a pop culture reference (struck you out, they got you high) meaning that cultural icons are all hypocritical themselves, even encouraging it among people.
Groove is a mix between the word grunge and intoxication, in my poem, that is.

Machinator

Paint a picture with your gun
Hoping you can find me now
Spread a word for the holy son
Letting your life-line down
Take in a breath of politics
Hoping it'll make you sick
Keep the name murderer
Let families down
Even if they're happy now
That things are gonna change
So I better make this nice and original
Writing another story
Blood stains on every page

I want you
I need you now
I'll get you
Slaughter you like a dirty cow

In the name of god
I made this devious little plan
No way I'll let it be flawed
Strike you down with a single hand
I've gotten it all mapped out
At 3:34 I need you to shout
In a couple minutes later
You must scream
And I'll sew your body by seam
To steal back faith
In an unparalleled manner
No shame in thinking
And with this plan, no way to be safe

I want you
I need you now
I'll get you
Please don't frown
I need this
Right now
I can't sleep
Or listen to my need's hiss

Without my rage
Without my frustration
I give in
I live in

Don't get me too wrong
I'm just a sick freak
No shame in my plan
Just wait for peace

Metal god
Oh wisdom
Speak to death in a loving voice
I think I control everything
I'm just a machine

Please hold me
Why won't you?
Please hold me
I'm waiting for my conspiracy
To come true
To come anew
Just hold me
I want to watch the red pages
Fly into the world of a sick deity

Machinator is a reference to my very name: Mash. Don't understand? Look in a dictionary

This Ghost in my Machine

I break away
With the engine
This body
Telling me I'm with a partner
Of my own heart and mind
The ceiling collapses
The window frame pops
I think of her dreams and his
And not of my own
I break the rules
And seek the truth
I've thought it over
Even if it's bad, I cannot live in fear
Even if I'm curious, I will not attempt to solve everything
And for once I'm looking into a doorway
Not through it
Memories rush
And lights flicker
I'm living it all over
Things of which I had no idea existed
The truth behind existence is only
The truth that is your existence
I realize now
All that I saw is now what is ghost

The Dark: Snow andd Fog

The fog
Dies away
The shadows play
Snowing faintly
Nothing alike

In front of the large manor
Stands out as an opening for all
Invitation through the creaky trees
Which opens the gate into another world

I hear my monsters screaming
Something I bare as my beautiful voice
Here we watch the house
As the years go by
Vintage nightmares

Nothing ever stops
The beatings in the basement
The marriage of souls only a trap
He's holding her as his slave

Thrash
Crash
Nothing ever changes
Pain always the same
Slash
No longer are you sane?

He leaves the door open
She wanders out into a familiar nightmare
Dirty snowflakes
The knife is the key out
To strike while he's working

It hits
And they struggle
Red blood drains from his shoulder
And then he changes
Changes into something of meaning
Something beautiful
He's hurt you
He's scarred you
But now you beg God to save his soul

And I rip out my vocal cords
Monsters within me
Beautiful voice
But only as they perceive it to be

You're screaming
Still slashing
But only at yourself
Dirty, black snow
Deep, vintage nightmare
Cold, soothing fog
He still lives
And he burns the house
Evidence
His house of cards
Has the devil played you?
Poor girl
He isolates you
You must save yourself
From all your own demons
If only you'd recognized your monsters
Like I
And myself

One of my faves.

Abiogenesis

The abyss moves
Weaves through the nothing

Out of the pocket
From nothing comes something
A flame rises
And spreads out like water

The strings attach
Making the dark break free
Fire lights, creating invisible shadows
Patterns too complicated to explain build up
Within the time frame of a millisecond

The whole world echoes
"And the being be born
And the being be born"


And the the water
Breaks away

The shadows
Come out and play

Out and play
Out and play

When time creates itself from nothing
We experience the light of a day

A time before test tubes
A time before care
Instinct took our minds
We were the best
We learned to share

We learned to breath
To live life as it is
Open a new era
We learned to break away
From all of this

To evolve
To evolve

Until we consume ourselves
Time
is
weaving

And the the water
Breaks away

The shadows
Come out and play

Out and play
Out and play

When time creates itself from nothing
We experience the light of a day

We're over thinking it
Overkilling it
But if we end up just the same

If life is just this game
I must truly say
We have a chance
Humanity has a chance
To stay

So when we decide to all break free
The strings attach

The whole world echoes
"And the being be born
And the being be born"

To evolve
To evolve

Our minds
Will revolve
We revolve
We access help
To resolve
Our problems

And the being
Holds the fire
And stares for so long
Can it hear our song
Hear our siren?

We're over thinking it
Overkilling it
But if we end up just the same

If life is just this game
I must truly say
We have a chance
Humanity has a chance
To stay

No.

Time runs thin
I wish I cared
By now we all stare
At a single clock
Singing:
"Oh, God
Why'd we start rocking back?"
Singing:
"Oh God,
What'd we lack
To be punished
So to you, we tip our hat"

Under stone statues
We're breaking down
Tipping over
Spills on the ground

True colors
Bleed right through
In time
I'll see you, too
For now, light your candles
Relax
Sit down
I'll take you back

Step away
State your poison
Break away
Live today
Stop looking
For meaning
If there was one
I would've seen it

You act like it matters
It means nothing to me
I can't shake the feeling
That I don't feeling anything

Stop begging me to stay
I act like I can stray away
But I still feel nothing today

Give me you
For me to slay
As time wear thin
At the end of day
Cry
Scream
Just break away
Change is good
But not today

So just
Leave me alone
Just leave
Me alone
I'll call you when I'm more
Stop begging me to stay
I refuse to cave
So the world can sing
But you can call me
When I feel the sting
When this immortal
Means something

Half Empty

They say a dead-end
Is when you have nowhere to go
But it's not the case for me
It's truly not so
You see, I have these two paths
I have these two roads
And still nowhere to go
I'm surely in a hole

The whole world just a glimpse
Into something much less
Everything fades through me
I surely am a ghost
You truly are my host

The glass is half full
Or is it half empty
No one knows
Standing-
I'm standing in this hole

So there you are, on the ground
Talking to God
Talking to me
And talking to yourself
But I still have this need
I must know
Why I'm in this hole
I'm better off alone
But I can't choose a road
You're praying to God
I'm still in the dark
I hear the harps
But I'm not convinced
And I don't believe it
I won't feed this

So here I walk alone
In a dark fog
The buildings all empty
And myself half full
Still in this hole
Still feeding me answers
I can never truly know
Until I'm one with the world
So I walk as a ghost
Across the Earth
But I'll only be more
Once I can decide
To leave you
And to leave it all behind
And I know-
You must of lied
But why are you here-
Holding my head
Catching my tears
Taking my fears
Not what I need
You are letting me feed
But I have to!:

Leave my past
Run away last
To fight first
To fight my thirst
With no more ghosts
And no more hosts

To rip through this hole
Even if I die
No more ghosts
I want to live
So no more you
No more hosts
I won't live like you
Won't live like myself

To stop my tears
Doesn't help me
Because you can't see
How I bleed
So here I lay, half full
Here I die, alone
There has to be another way
Out of this crater
I have to-
See you later,
When I'm sober,
You know'

But all the lies
With them, I slowly die
Have to stop myself
Must refuse to bleed
Have to choose
Because I refuse
To stay half empty
To die half full

Long-time-no-see. I've done some soul-searching. I've lost a lot of inspiration, but I'm trying. So, here.

Affliction

The rusted remains of careless sunshine
The broken mirrors with no beauty
The desert clouds to fill the void
This life is more than suiting than I would of enjoyed
And I remember the days of when
Where who and what and there and then
Were so much less than they are now
To live that life, who would I have been?

Across the serve-no-purpose shadows
The pencil before me shatters
Because here words are empty
Heard by the no one around me

And if I were to utter one regret
This in itself, a contradiction
Because I myself seeked the secrets
Now I face this dark affliction

I was better off not knowing