Mære

What if I were smiling? And falling into your arms? Would you see then? What I can see now? Tell me about the old days Us against December skies I’ve spent my happiest days here Carry me forever in your heart Now I’m standing here alone In the street where we once met I am sadder than I’ve ever been But still glad you’re doing well And I hope even when I’m gone Your smile will never leave your face And I am sadder than I’ve ever been But still glad you’re doing well Words like stones Thrown into my face Cut your name into me And throw me off a bridge Words like stones Thrown into my face Cut our names into me And throw me off a bridge And so I smiled at you If I never shed a tear for you Cause alone from the heart You can touch the sky Don’t think of me too often I don’t want you to get sad I think I’ll miss you forever Like the sun the stars in morning skies Words like stones Thrown into my face Cut your name into me And throw me off a bridge Words like stones Thrown into my face Cut our names into me And throw me off a bridge What if I were smiling? And falling into your arms? Would you see then? What I can see now? So, this was us my dear Us against December skies I’ve spent my happiest days here Carry us forever in your heart

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

There was a poem called “Loss” once carved into stones It had three words, but the poet scratched them out It was three empty words that once dug his grave It was three empty words that once bled him dry I know some of us get lost in the fire But some of us are built from it Get to learn to embrace the storms Cause without rain nothing grows Not all storms come to disrupt your life Some just approach to clear your path No, I never wished you rain my dear I always wished you the beauty of storms Horizon - Tempest Let’s drink on our mistakes Let’s drink on these old memories Let’s get lost in the storms Let’s get lost in our fire Let’s drink Forget You know some men can’t be negotiated or reasoned with Cause some of ‘em just want to watch the world burn That’s why I’ll never rise from the ashes my dear Cause I am them, I’m the whole fucking fire I know we must have our hearts broken sometimes Cause having them broken also means we tried for something I know a ship’s safe in a harbour, but that’s not what it’s built for We must get broken sometimes, cause that is how the light gets in …that is how the light get’s in… Let’s drink on our mistakes Let’s drink on these old memories Let’s get lost in the storms Let’s get lost in our fire And I’ll keep these songs in mind For funerals yet to come As my memories will fade But wounds will still remain And I wish I also knew which songs Remind other people of me You too used to be about music And the songs that carried us …through sleepless nights... You may think I write about my own misery But I’m really writing about yours You are living in a world of fire and brimstone Just not to die from the cold inside Sometimes we think we are keeping a secret But sometimes that secret eventually keeps us That’s why we give flowers mostly to the dead Cause regret is way stronger than our gratitude There is a poem called “distress” carved into my chest It too had three words, but the poet scratched them out It was three empty words that dug my grave It’s three empty words that bled me dry And I’ll keep these songs in mind For funerals yet to come As my memories will fade But wounds will still remain And I wish I also knew which songs Remind other people of me You too used to be about music And the songs that carried us …through sleepless nights..

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

To become spring, accept the risk of winter To become presence, accept the risk of absence We are lost in this city, where we shouldn’t be at all Where we searched for flowers, and found nothing but snow It’s this city of tears That has gone into mourning Still beating with my heart But with undercurrent of woe I belong to the mountains And always did so I belong to the mountains And always will do They were my first love Where they end, I begin Bury me deep inside their womb The only place I ever felt home Cause home is not just the place where I was born Also, the place where I want to get buried The place beyond the pines where distance has no meaning Where we still sing those old songs that remind us of our fall (04:36) We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar And an urge for the foreign and strange We are tied to bridges that cave in or burn Sometimes we are homesick most for places we’ve never known If only the sea was merciful Wash me away to the silencing shores If only the sea was merciful As merciful as a morning in winter My dear, you can cut all the flowers But you can’t keep spring from rising It’s strange why autumns is so beautiful Yet everything starves, everything dies …everything dies… Cause home is not just the place where I was born Also, the place where I want to get buried The place beyond the pines where distance has no meaning Where we still sing those old songs that remind us of our fall Cause though I’m often in the depths of misery There’s still calmness, there’s still music inside me Just wish Decembers would wipe memories away Like they mercilessly wiped away the last years If only the sea was merciful Wash me away to the silencing shores If only the sea was merciful As merciful as a morning in winter

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

You said “for better or worse” This is my worst, but I’m getting better You just need to give me a chance A chance to get better, one day… Cause the “what never was” And the “what could’ve been” Seems to mean so much more to me Than anything else these days My heart beats to fast This life will kill me Your heart beats to fast This life will kill us Unravel the rope my dear So we can learn from its duty Let it take my guilt away So I can carry your pain Too weak is my blood To handle all that whiskey Too weak are my veins To carry so much smack and wine Too weak are my hands To knot a tight rope Too weak am I To carry on As the value of old wounds, you don’t know the pain of The pain that I know, but you never testified Brought me to think suicide with pills isn’t all to radical But isn’t suicide itself already radical enough? Did you know my dear The chance is high We’ve already been To the place of our death That’s why I’ll die a sunny day But will get buried at night We’ll die a sunny day But get buried at night I’ll load up guns In my dreams you are mine all the time The hands that used to hold me I always wanted to see your name in lights Just in the case we’ll never meet again But in my dreams, you were mine all the time And as they see us, they’ll confess: They died doing something they wanted to In a place they chose to be And my love is not weather So it will never change Now let us leave my dear I’ll rehash the smack Our fears are excruciating But therein lies the answer At least believe in something Even if it means sacrificing everything

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

All those who were seen dancing Were thought to be insane By those who could not hear the music Who couldn’t hear the silence sing Every sleepless night – Feels like end times Every morning wide awake – Feels like end times Every laugther died away – Feels like end times Every walk in the sun – Feels like end times I’m tired of being on the road Lonely as a sparrow in rain All its pain, like pieces of glass In my head all the time I’m so tired of all the things That whyever won’t kill me Just make me stronger Grand a bond, then break it These are the past upon stories Our unsettling death letters Now there’s nothing left to burn Let’s set ourselves on fire All these people tell me, the life I live is a brave one But fuck, I’m really just running away from the past Our lives are impressive graveyards of buried hopes Where we buried them like our dead, but far too shallow Hope is but mental illness I once was blind, but now I see Time is but an abyss Profound as a thousand nights The past doesn’t exist Nor does the future Time is but a ghost We are just moment after moment Every sleepless night – Feels like end times Every slug of whiskey – Feels like end times Every hasty goodbye – Feels like end times And every line I write – It just feels like end times I still got fire inside But my heart is too cold I lost something I never had But yet it hurts as bad Cause those who were seen dancing Were thought to be insane By those who could not hear the music Who couldn’t hear the silence sing

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025