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Paladrine PALA-1Name: Paladrine PALA-1
production year: 3072
Base: Mixed Clan/Inner Sphere
Tonnage: 55 tons
Engine: 330xl(6w 9r)
enhancements: inner-sphere MASC, Supercharger
heatsinks: 10 single
Armor: 10 tons Standard
Internal Structure: Composite
Armament: 1x Lance(3tons) & 1x Inner Sphere Heavy PPC on left arm, 2x Rear mounted ER Small Lasers Left Torso, 2x ER Small Laser in Head, Large shield on right arm
Darkness In All Its Mightand then she said "burn", and he did what she had commanded him, his soul and flesh alike,
and she watched as the combination of flame, man and willing wholeness accordant to her whim wilted and this struck her with awe.
this moment of willingness, blindness and obedience was both infinite yet infinitely small so short as the stars all around them burned in full glory of the might of Space
and only then did this universe have a meaning as she commanded him to do,
and this meaning was more than any one spec of matter in the universe would be able to comprehend as a living being commanded with her mind and that other being obeyed what she commanded
Emptiness in Broken HandsBring down the sky,
for I have sought destruction,
mayhem is in my name,
for it calls out to me.
My love is but a dream,
a ghost in the midst,
a distant memory in an empty shell,
and a truth long false.
I am not but a ghost in this shell,
long broken but ever mended,
roaming a mind sowed with sorrow,
looking for something in the dark,
blind except for hands,
bring me the deaf for we shall be good company.
darknessthe lords bring an unforgotten sorrow into the sea of tranquility
throwing wisdom into the pot they mix with storms and rain
tempting darkness to join they swirl about in a ritual
joining parts equally
stirring slowly until a unified form appears
their newest creation
the Amber Stalker of the Frozen Wastes
it sets upon the destruction of the Gods' previous toys
and brings about an era of terror for humankind.
i see no one here
none for me
empty as it is
empty as i am
there is nothing inside me
all is rot
all is rust
what am i?
OwlOwl swoops down
Tears into mouse
Owl returns to the night
World keeps turning
this warrior moves much the same
striking but no one notices
disappearing before they realize
so the owl is the warrior
March of RevolutionWake all ye sinners who have rested peacefully in your beds for far to long!
You shall watch the revolution Nay! Evolution of the country upon your doorsteps.
Stare at us while we march down the streets of oppression as to change them into ones of freedom
Join us all you free thinkers and oppressed or fall before our flag of change.
Parret Krigerevi skal få til slutten av dagene du og meg som et par hånd i hånd og sverdet i andre river fra hverandre fiende etter fiende meg og deg sammen og aldri fra hverandre min kamerat krigeren
Someone asked me what is love
is it good, is it bad
is it awesome, is it terrible
I honestly didnt know how to answer them.
I finally desided love is the most complicated of all emotions
Love is kind
love is harsh
love is wonderful
love is terrible
love is a cure
love is a sickness
love is LOVE
love is hate
love is meaningful
love is pointless
love shows the best in people
love shows the worse in people
love makes us speak truth
love makes us lie
love understands everything
love confuses everyone
love builds your life
love tears your heart down
love makes you smile
love makes you cry
love makes us cuddle
love makes us hit
love makes the world go round
love makes the world go crashing down
love makes things simple
love makes things impossible
love is always worth it
love is never worth it
love makes us smarter
love makes us stupid
love is enlightening!
love is BLIND
make love not war
make war out of love
love is peaceful
love creates fights
love is sooth
SuicideSuicide... they call it sin
They say it is a death in which no-one wins...
They encourage you not to do it, they say it is wrong...
But who is there to encourage you when you can't be strong.
You feel like you have no-one, not even a friend.
No shoulder to cry on, just one last letter to send.
tragedies - collab.you deserve all the cobweb dreams,
fairytale hopes, and explosive love
in the world, but i know that i
will never be the one
to give them to you.
you need notes that end with
'ps - you're brighter than
twenty-seven silver stars'.
i can't bring myself
to write them, though.
it's not like you'd read them,
i cut out paper hearts and
dreams and gave them to you, but
you only ripped them up and said
'these aren't good enough.'
when i painted you a picture
of golden skies and sunshine smiles,
you handed it back and told me
'next time, paint realistically.'
so i wrote you a story
filled of starless nights and
hopeless dreams. you said 'no,
i don't need this. you're
tragedy enough for me.'
by the time i was humming you
melancholy lullabies through the receiver,
you had already surrendered
to the sweet grasps of sleep.
'i'd rather nightmares than you,'
you said, hanging up the phone.
i kept singing anyway, hoping
that you would stop running
long enough for me to catch up.
but i forgot -
the speed addictthe speed addict knows if he stops moving,
he will die. so when inertia takes hold
his heart falters and his head slams against
a future, lit by the dashboard. he hears
his veins stuttering like gears grinding out
a staccato refrain, while the wheel spins and
goes numb. as his breath twists away from his grip,
rasps a hol
heart song.this is the song
to your heart.
why are you locked inside
a bathroom stall? no one
to hold you, tell you sweet
lies and say you are
beautiful, say you are
perfect? it's not the end of
the world, not yet. if it was,
wouldn't there be
your heart is not yet
dead; please do not
say it is. if it was dead,
it wouldn't hurt this
your heart is only sleeping.
when the only melody in your head
is a break up song, and the only thing
your heart seems capable of doing
is twisting itself into knots, and the only
thing you want to do is hide and escape
we are talking about finding
eternity in the things people
throw away. we are talking about
listening to the moments of silence
in between heart beats. we are talking
about distances shortening and
people realizing they can
we are talking about
one of the greatest tragedies
in life is that
DementiaThe old man sits with stooped back.
The room is cold, just like his hands.
Thoughts have wandered like small children.
He wonders if he will see home again.
Thoughts have wandered home again,
with stooped backs and cold hands.
The room sits with the old man.
Like small children, he wonders if he will see cold.
Back stooped with thoughts, he wanders.
Like a child the small room sits, wondering.
Home again is cold.
The old man will see with his hands.
Thoughts have wandered with stooped backs.
The cold hands sit with the old man.
He wonders if he will see like small children.
The room is home again.
This PainTears roll down my face,
As I cut myself,
To release the pain.
It hurts so much,
But feels so good.
The pain is draining from me,
In drops of blood.
As I watch my pain leave from me,
"How can this be,
That I have so much pain
When I'm only merely 16?".
Then I remember the past that I've had,
Memories of yelling,
all the awful scars.
I've cried too much,
I've hated so many,
That I don't think people will ever get me.
I come back from my world of thoughts
And realize that I've bled too much,
It's all over the counter,
It's becoming messy,
But I don't care.
I just want this pain out of me.
I'm starting to think that I can't go on,
That maybe I should cut deeper
Till there is no more pain or blood,
But then I remember,
That I may have a future.
I'll just have to wait out this pain
And let the blood dry up.
you can't feel through fabrictonight the rain becomes the earth
falling from hidden spaces in the sky and swollen clouds
i hear it make mud of dirt, and lovers of friends
and ask, quiet, where are you going but down?
im not all there in the head
youre not all there in the head, my mother says
im not all there in the head i repeat
sometimes im there in my toes and fingers and heart as well
and now - in this downpour moment- i lie on the street
so warm that i think well thats where loves gotten to
but where is your shirt n? oh someplace else
and is that a light flickering in the house across the road? hide!
i rush in soaken with rain i watched fall (like stars)
am i poetic enough yet, yet?
leaving rain-prints on the carpet but mother wont mind
mind you she never minds anything if its mine
but then it stops a quick shut-eye stop
(i wonder) is it dew now that it sits like jewels upon the grass?
the wind is lovely in my ear, voice like rushing water
Depressing PoemsSorry --
What if she died?
And at the funeral her parents told you,
"You could have saved her from herself."
How would that make you feel?
And that night you went home
Sat in your room alone
And killed yourself
Just to be with her again and tell her
Why do people try to help me?
Do they care?
I guess they do
But all I do is hurt them
She keeps trying to help me
But all I do is push her away
She's my best friend
Why can't I just let her help?
What if I died right now?
How would you fell?
Sad, depressed, torn apart?
Or would you feel nothing,
But an empty place that can never be filled again?
S.T.A.E.H.W.R.D.W.H.T.H.T.S is a tricky letter, as it gives a definitive sound to a word
On the right they burned him
The dog turned hostile
He was always spoiled as a child, thats why he needs control now
Envisioning it to be more than it was he ran away from it
Yet still they come
Ants are very aggressive when attacked
Radiation poisoning is not a fun way to die
Needless are limbs in combat, all you need is your head
Think it out clearly, it will turn out to be not as bad as it first seems
Exterminating them is key
X-rays are another nice way to heat food
Attrition is a disgusting thing
Clearance into the void
The mist fogs all of our minds
Love is just a word, use it wisely though
Yetti's are detrimental to survival
Hit the ground running
Ugly is the yucca plant
Mutants do not play nicely with others
Age is a waiting game
Next time shall be better
When lost in a forest, you shall be screwed
Hate is just a word, and it is almost as strong as love
Attention all passengers, this is the last boarding call
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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