I love youThrough the goodness that we knowThrough the cold and bitter snowEven if this world will turn us insaneNo matter how much painWe will leave behind the problems of the pastFacing the future at a long lastNew problems will surely ariseBut when I look at your pretty eyesThat's the moment when I just knowTogether we will always pull throughBecause I love you
TearsFeel the rain dripping on your faceSitting somewhere in an unknown placeYou might just had your heart brokenThose feelings of yours go unspokenLet the rain wash your pain awayLet it wash away and find your wayLet the rain slowly heal your woundsIt heals your heart and will hide your woundsThe rain will stay with you for yearsIt's one of those things that always caresBecause in the rain nobody will see your tears
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HouseYou see that old house up there?Standing there up on that small hillIt's the one with that old rocking chairWhen you look at it, do you feel a chill?A chill running down your spine,Striking you with a sense of fear.The sight is something you can't defineBut the sight alone will make your eyes tear.The history behind the house is lost,The people in town, do not yet know.How the house had survived the frost.Now there always sits a crow.A crow sitting on the old rocking chair,Guarding the house like it's owner did.In the crow's eye is a small tear,Looking where it's owner hid.
Christmas Bliss!Mistletoe kissChristmasbliss!
Artistic RevolutionPaint is slandered all over the wallsMusic and laughter can be heard through the hallsMerry men are dancing on the stageBe it young, old or whatever the ageSongs are echoing through the buildingFull of emotion, full of feelingAs it collides with the drawings on the ceilingCreating something new and appealingAs from the back rooms flow the wordsDebates, poetry, stories about flying as a birdRhyme and rhythmIf you use them that is your freedomThat building is growing too smallAs many want to join and walk through this hallSo perhaps it is time to expandAnd spread art all over the land
ShynessEverybody knows that feelingLooking at somebody half dreamingThinking about what it would be likeIf the two of you were alikeWe don't want to face rejectionFearing that we worsen our self reflectionWhen we talk to them all we can do is stutterSometimes we just need a little courageEverybody has courage no matter what their ageSo whenever you're feeling shyDon't just stand there and sighRemember that just 20 seconds is enoughEven if it's all just bluffBelieve in yourselfCause when it comes to loveYou are the only person that could beat yourself
Swing life awayGoodbye my dear old friendHow I wished it did not have to endHow we laughed and sangTogether with the whole gangGoodbye my dear friendHow I wished that changes that now impendHow we once compared our scarsHow we once gazed at the lone starsGoodbye my friendHow we stood together till the endHow our days were filled with laughter and joyHow you made fun of me being a mama’s boyGoodbye friendOur time was not misspendWe will meet again one dayAnd we shall swing life away
A poem about loveLove consists out of painLove consists out of desireLove is what I admireLove always fights against my brainLove is despisingLove is passionLove is not a piece of fashionLove is always surprisingNone of these things are untrueLove is enough to make one weepThat is love as it seemsYet when I think of youI simply can’t fall asleepSince life is finally better, than in my own dreams
The illusion of realityIs this the real world we see?Or is it just an illusion of reality?Will death be the thing to set us free?Or is that just a weird mentality?Is life just an illusion?Do we perhaps preserve things differently?And is this all just a big delusion?We want the people to think freeBut can they be free if they need to follow the rules?Can they break free,Without being branded as fools?If we want to know moreAnd learn the real truthWe have to venture in the unknown moreA wise man doesn't take the road everybody seesA wise man travels off the road and leaves a track
Paradise.My arms ache from digging throughrough and ruin, in search ofparadise.I saw it in a whispered dream,there, nothing hurt;we were unspoken.With winter came warmth and summer snow,And nothing died, just ceased towalk with mein paradise.
Through the looking glassIs this all real?What is this sensation we feel?Are we just reliving the life we once lived?Did we die already and just get revived?Who once decided what's left and right?Who sees everything in black or white?Is this whole world just a dream?Is this all part of some scheme?The answers to the questions were not written in inkIt always changes no matter how much you thinkBecause you're neither right nor wrongPeople have been searching for answers for so longLaws and rules,Are just some of our toolsTools to make this world seem more vastIf they are not believed in then they are just the pastDo we have some weird ideal?Are we
A true manA true man won't give up when he is neededCause even when he gets beat upHis honour will remain undefeatedCause when he stands upHe won't give upDangling arms, dripping bloodHis soul won't get caught up in the floodOf his lifeCause in the end life is just a bit trifle
freedom of speechFreedom of speechOne's only freedom leftThe freedom to speak their mindsThe freedom to speak out against their leadersThe freedom to say what they wantBut wait...They don't say what they wantThey censor themselvesHow could one speakwithout knowing the words?How could we talkwithout speaking our minds?Afraid of societyCensorship isn't done by the leadersWe do it ourselvesIf we would stand upwhen the government censors usIf we would stand upwhen our freedom depends on itIf we would stand upwhen our hearts tell us toWhy don't we stand up now?
Ridgeway castle (Pewdiepie's birthday gift)It was a dark and stormy night, the rain was pouring down on the old and long since abandoned houses of the small town of Ridgeway. Thunder was roaring high above the old woods just outside the small town, where at the side of the town an old 13th century castle stood lonely at the edge of the forest.This rain was clattering on the windows and every drop of rain sounded like an old rusty hammer smashing down on the warm steel of a not yet finished sword or like the trunk of an old and long since forgotten oak tree smashing down on the ground after being disconnected from its roots by the vile axe of a lone lumberjack.Through the hallways
Beautiful dayForget all the problems from the past,Life sometimes just goes too fast.Don't blink, because it can be over in a flash,It might be fast, but don't do anything too rash.The future will always be uncertainIt stands before you like a big dark curtain.You will always carry the past with youBut don't let it turn you blue.Follow your dreams and hopesDon't get dragged down by some dopesJust follow your own wayEven when all turns grayYou might not feel like doing that on a rainy dayBut luckily for youToday looks like it will be a beautiful day
ImaginationImagination,TheOnlyLimitation