I like your style. I enjoy it very much. Your words are so funny!
its meant to be funnyOriginally Posted by PancaKe
the beging part was a bunch of nonsense that i used to try to sound smart
Here's my new poem.
Life
Life is like a lukewarm soup.
Like fluffy clouds and stinky poop.
Do you want to join the group?
Or turn away and fly the coop?
Follow a Dog named Snoop?
Watch Arsenio and go whoop?
Get killed with your army troop?
Or sing Salt N Pepa’s Shoop?
Follow a rap culture loop?
Or find some cat litter to scoop?
Find a little kid to dupe?
Grow wings and learn to swoop?
Argue is it's meeps or moops? (Seinfeld joke)
Or work for a paper and get the scoop?
Go and buy a hula-hoop?
Or find more words that rhyme with oop?
I like your style. I enjoy it very much. Your words are so funny!
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Thank you Pancake!
You're my favorite critic.
Music
Here’s a subject that makes me tick.
I turn on the radio, and I get sick.
Assaulted by genre’s like pop and rap.
I’m sick of all this mindless crap!
GIVE ME ALTERNATIVE! GIVE ME PUNK!
Not this stupid media junk!
Music to which I can rock.
Not the music that I can mock!
Take away these poppy tunes.
That ruin every afternoon.
Give me songs with actual meaning!
Please God do some intervening!
I think I'm my favourite critic too.Originally Posted by ryandude713
Support
Nothing to do
Nothing to say
I'm worried about you
And the way you behave
To old to cry
To young to know
Which way to turn
Exactly how to cope
I want you to know
I am here by your side
Here's my shoulder
If you wanted to cry
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Just pretty much wrote this all down in boredom...Kinda my true story of the school year so far.
Pride, Shame, and Too Much Vanity: A High School Story
Hold your head high, let the world know how you feel,
Way too much of this ignorance today.
It sickens me to the extreme,
I just want to get away.
Only a month of this game and I'm tired,
it's too hurtful, it's risky, it's lame.
How every day you live to be battered,
I hide away, in my shame.
Away is where I want to be,
away from this constant vanity.
Stereotypes, stereotypes, and more stereotypes,
is what we give; there is no sanity.
Turn away to see the embarassment I feel,
the pain in harassment on homecoming day, the shame,
because their vanity has blinded them from their actions:
harassing one's family with a stupid parade.
Tiger fan I am no more,
after what they have done to me.
The insecurity of the administration,
has ran off my father, hurting me, and my sanity.
The taunts I can no longer stand,
because my dad had done his job.
Refusing to step near me thinking what I would do,
pulling their face, and creating a mob.
"Perhaps tomorrow will be okay,"
what my mother will always say.
I can see the lie beneath it,
I have no choice but to go away.
Maybe to the east lies my destiny,
somewhere else I might be happy.
Towards the ocean, the sunrises, and storms,
where perhaps, there won't be too much vanity.
...I'm not dead yet!
I did not know such a poetry topic existed... I shall defile it with my mediocre poetry! If these come off as dark, I only tend to write poems when I'm in a bad mood, so...
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afraid of death's embrace
embrace the fear of death
daemons dancing in my heart
to the music of my soul
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I've never seen a bluer sky
Never seen a more cloudy day
As I walk
In the rain
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holding on to what was
never embracing what is
living in a figment
of someone else's mind
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need some sleep to clear my head
need to sprawl out on my bed
seeking solace in my dreams
...nothing but empty screams
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I don't know why, but I tend to write in four lines. and I don't title my poems, so meh.
Wild West
The dust sinks upon the ground,
And the sun sinks below the distant hills,
Golden rays cast upon the sandy floor,
Not a sign of life anywhere in sight.
A town out here in the middle of nowhere,
Who in their right mind would choose to live here?
A small colony of people, badly armed nor prepared,
Dreading the return of the evil ones.
What hope did they have? They had none back then.
What hope do they have? Still they have none, even now.
If they returns today, to take the lives of those women and children,
And grown male adults too,
Who is to say they won't get you?
~
Not too sure about this one... any comments would be nice.
Fear
Cold hands on the moon
Swinging under the night
Watching shadows waltz
Under a shadow of spite
Twins ascend nights sun
Dragging down yet away
Where is morning coming
After an icy blacked day
Cold spiteful people cry
As the sun of darkness
Shows his eternal vigil
On the frills of a dress
The reason is unknown
How can darkness hold
His own powerful peaks
With people as his gold
One more round; one more low.
For Janice
When you’re high you never ever want to come down
And just when things can’t get any better they do
Invincibility—this feeling won’t ever drown
And the feeling will be carried right on through
Your lips are beautiful, carved purely of bliss
And every time I feel them against mine I sigh
With relief and cry through my teeth, a moment like this
Is the moment that makes the heavens want to die
The black hair is drawn around yourself
The black hair is drawn to simulate the night
It illuminates your features, opens inner wealth,
And your flesh becomes a beacon of light
Open this beacon. Open it and show your beauty
To the world, who has been hidden from all of this
How could they be hidden, it’s no wonder they live unruly
But with a woman like you it’s a hit or it’s a miss
Open the beacon
Enter the light
Illuminate and
Rape what is right
Wrote it for my girlfriend, Janice. I tried a new way of doing rhyming in the fourth stanza-- because it sort of carries on into a sentence, and it's just totally unlike my normal style. I sort of like it.
Adieu,
Zak Hunter
Replaced
She has a hard time trying to say
no to that person that wants things his way
they wont always go the way that he
wants and it wont always be
that way....
but the look in her eyes
said she was excited
her curious mind said
she was slightly frightened
you stole from her
what can never be returned
she was once an innoncent face
would you believe its been replaced...
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This one I made up tells the story of a girl emotionally drained when her friends had suddenly changed and began to hate her.
Downed Spirit
Every day she awakes,
to the outer bliss of rain.
Fallen hopes, causing quakes,
of emotion breakdown and pain.
Nothing was the same since that day,
the day that degraded her health.
Drained, she slowly brushed back her hair,
degraded of character wealth.
"No longer the daughter I once knew,"
says her mother, lowered in hope.
She wanted her daughter's spirit anew,
no longer the figure that can only mope.
Her downed spirit, no longer awake,
her faith gone after that one day.
She whispers before an emotional quake,
"Can there be some other way?"
Her eyes closed in reminensence,
azure orbs drowned in tears.
She picked up the evanesence
as she tried to forget her fears.
One that day she was betrayed,
her amber hair had slowly drained.
Stereotypes had tainted friends,
"You f*cking emo!" they shouted, as she was maimed.
"Stop stealing rock from punks!" One cried,
as she groveled in her pain,
until others pulled her out,
that one day she was betrayed.
How could they change overnight?
How could their souls lose light?
Trying to forget, she turned away,
not wanting to go back that day.
...I'm not dead yet!
Society
Razors cut scars away
Flailing iron of the roof
Black bats encircle you
Cutting on your tooth
Watch night fall down
Wake up now children
Sorrows are to drown
Revolution of insanity
Degrading Intelligence
Blood on the children
Losing lifes innocence
Welcome to my world
Trying to be a pioneer
Fates yet not unfurled
Wake in your morning
The future is unknown
Rivers of silent death
Killing a standing drone
One more round; one more low.
Why the Hell Not?
Clenched in your fist is my heart which you rape
The fingers wrapped around do defy and desecrate
With every word spread around—I feel it is too late
To redeem myself, but baby, we all need someone to hate
So, why not me?
Why can’t everyone join arms and walk in circles
Going nowhere, you’re never going anywhere
You’re never going anywhere with life
The words encircle my head, it spins
My outer cage of protection ever so slowly thins
Why do the words speak—and why do you
Listen to the words that never speak the truth
So, why not me?
Why can’t everyone link hands and walk together
Going nowhere—you never ****ing go anywhere
You’ll never go ****ing anywhere with lies
Adieu,
Zak Hunter
Too Far In
I've done what I didn't want to do
Took you and selfishly hurt you
Now its done I cannot undo
This damage I'm sorry iI'm through
I took your hand
You ate from it
I led you down
This forgotten street
You followed me
Down this path
And I left you there
In your past...
I went to far to turn back now
Knew I had to but when and how
Let it go hope it would be over
Stayed too long further on down & down
I took your hand
You ate from it
I led you down
This forgotten street
You followed me
down this path,
and I left you there
in your past...
I've done what I didn't want to do
I'm backing out now so I don't continue
But it's done already I broke you
This damage I'm sorry I'm through
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Intricately Carved Wooden Organs from Blood, Sweat and Tears
I love life, and life loves me
I’m about as happy as shit can be
The smile don’t fade—the motion dismiss
Pardon while I slit my wrists
Call me hate, condemn me a whore
I’m still the ****er you all love to adore
Stones on my windows awake me at night
To nothing but black among absence of light
And nailed to my tree outside
Lies a heart I’d rather hide
It’s only food for animals to dine
But to those who care—the heart is mine
I know it likes to bleed sometimes
But I was never one to whine
The heart pulsates, blood trickles down
And slowly joins the puddles among the dirty ground
This is what you’ve ruined—this is what is left
Left of life is nothing, and nothing is even less
Than the something I once had—but now that something fades
And I’m left all alone with even less to hide my pain
Adieu,
Zak Hunter
Frustration and Children
Frustration follows me
Quietly as a beaten dog
Get the dog out of me
Stuck in frustrations bog
Beat the dogs to death
Amuse thier little faces
Kill the ****in children
Put them in thier places
Leave the weakness
That is your humanity
Give yourself away
To a happy insanity
Leave me here today
Like a thinking drone
Wandering the earth
For ideals of my own
Untitled
Iron bearing hands
Mark perfect spite
Holding little shirts
Into blazing sunlight
Tore the children
Pulled them in two
Never let me think
To forget about you
Pressure
Random rabid unit
Supporting a reign
Mothers cry tonight
Life there to regain
Silent hunger pain
Shoot the starving
Rocking in the cold
Can't silence raving
Insane street kids
Looking for a morsel
Lost in a cold world
Used by packard dell
Making chips for 20c
Living life in a factory
Darkness encloses
A sombre true story
So Called Forgivness
Stories passed down
Leaves falling around
Drum circles sitting in
Hate stained ground
Your claim of loving
Bullshit all i can say
Failing reality check
Still you always stay
I'm welcoming you
Back to earthly life
Living through pain
Gods creating strife
Fall off your morality
Give up your divinity
Return from fantasy
Back to life's reality
One more round; one more low.
Back with a song...
-Revalation-
Things may get worse,
But gotta start lookin at the now,
Still have a heart to nurse,
But living is just like asking how,
I may get down,
So down and depressed,
Never perminant frown,
I know I may be looked at less,
Not the perfect kid,
No my life not riged,
What the hell do I think?
In the system must be a kink,
Gotta keep livng,
Gotta keep breathing.
I know my problem situation,
I know of my infatuations,
So many complications,
What a revalation,
Im gonna be free,
Im gonna be me,
Can't stop me from hating,
Can't stop me from wanting,
Something more,
More to my life,
Im a normal person,
what a new revalation,
So many bright new things,
Look at what life brings,
Look at the ups,
Look at the downs,
Im a normal person,
What a new revalation.
Had so many leave,
But I soon recovered,
May not have been a breeze,
And yes I wont lie I suffered,
So many tears cried,
Lost so many people close to me,
Just like all the times you lied,
Is that the kinda perosn you wanna be?
Life is miserable,
But not reversable,
Not ashamed of my past,
Life keeps moving fast.
I know my problem situation,
I know of my infatuations,
So many complications,
What a revalation,
Im gonna be free,
Im gonna be me,
Can't stop me from hating,
Can't stop me from wanting,
Something more,
More to my life,
Im a normal person,
what a new revalation,
So many bright new things,
Look at what life brings,
Look at the ups,
Look at the downs,
Im a normal person,
What a new revalation.
Yes I love my mom,
So thankful of her,
Shes been there to keep me calm,
My lonely cure,
So many good laughs,
I hope it lasts,
Been there for eachother,
Yes you were a good mother,
Might not have showed it,
So I sing it,
To you...
I know my problem situation,
I know of my infatuations,
So many complications,
What a revalation,
Im gonna be free,
Im gonna be me,
Can't stop me from hating,
Can't stop me from wanting,
Something more,
More to my life,
Im a normal person,
what a new revalation,
So many bright new things,
Look at what life brings,
Look at the ups,
Look at the downs,
Im a normal person,
What a new revalation.
Editing prob sucks since I dont have WORD no more and it sucks cause I need it to right...
Padlocked
There’s a little part of me that I like to hide
I keep it in a heart shaped box locked up deep inside
I fear someday that someone just might find the key
And unlock the secrets that will set me free
You can don your angel wings but I’ll never fly
I’m doomed to walk the earth alone and someday I will die
While those above they soar on wings made of silky strands
I’d rather think about these words locked within my hands
I need to find the meaning, I need to find the light
I need to find the reason to speak these words tonight
I need to find a listener, I need to find a clue
But most of all I need somebody here like you
And with just a touch from your beautiful grace
I find your hand gliding across my face
The shadows that were once here now are blown away
Unlocked all the secrets that I loved to hate
A little song I wrote for Janice. Nice Nirvana reference in the first stanza as a subtle comedic point.
Adieu,
Zak Hunter
Writing this kinda reminded me of Dale, a friend I had in Indiana before I moved to here.
Unwanted Prodigy
Deep down is the shame of grace,
A thought that nobody can replace,
Deep beyond the friendliness of his face,
A thought known to cause daze.
In society he was plain and simple,
but deep beyond the skin,
was the unwanted prodigy, inevitable,
intelligence from within.
He seemed normal, but that was 'cause
"average" athletics he lacked.
Here intelligence gets no applause,
So away he was backed.
Perhaps he doesn't belong here?
Maybe within another place
this unwanted prodigy will have no fear
with the memory he can't replace.
The "Unwanted Prodigy" he is,
deep in the land of ignorance.
But a feeling he has is this:
Perhaps this blindness might someday hence.
...I'm not dead yet!
Tainted, i'd say nice but hehe i'd look like an idiot ay?
Unexplained
Call out the army
Straight out fight
No more abductor
End this dull night
Why steal the kid
That sad kid away
Whats up with shit
Happing now today
No motives explain
Mans wax an wane
As all mortal figures
Morally still insane
Brazil
Cut down the people
Shoot a hungry child
Escape bloody reality
Send all children wild
Somebody explain it
I need some answer
Watch the darkness
Silent human dancer
Running into iron sky
Beneath flow of pain
Shooting stars scars
Living under the rain
Watch the rains life
Watch all people die
I'd prefer to lie dead
Than live a ****in lie
Tactical Neuclear Missle Strike Kits Sold
I don't see sense
From your bullshit
Government tactic
A missile strike kit
Blow up everyone
Claiming visionary
Who makes sense
Plans make insanity
**** logical policy
Iron chains of rage
Shoot the children
On wars high stage
No more parties
No more realism
No more bullshit
Shoot sentiment
Welcome home
What do i know of it
I know too much yet
Where are they now
Your ideals stay set
Welcome to my world
Take out your family
Spit in your lying face
Crazy snapping reality
Making people choose
Life or tragic negative
Dodging the compassion
Like it's a broken seive
Yourself or a country
Make your choice son
Get your assault rifle
Mens work to be done
One more round; one more low.
Obsession
Your mind slips slowly into the realm, and you think of one thing alone,
It becomes not a fascination, not something you merely want,
It's not even something that you can buy borrow or steal,
It's an obsession, eating away at you from the inside, until,
Until you can build up the courage, and get out there and on with it,
Your every thought and every other thought is of the thing,
You want it more than life itself,
But it doesn't come easily,
And it won't come by itself,
So instead of moping around inside, getting old and frittering away your time,
Why not get out there, make something of yourself,
Rise up through the ranks of the idiots around,
You're better than that lot,
Do better than them and prove it,
Find yourself within yourself,
Show them what you can do, you can accomplish whatever you desire,
Don't give into their lies, don't give into their pressure,
Stand your own ground and fight your way back,
Don't listen to the man in the sky, and you'll go far. Far. Far.
Careless
I don't care anymore
Just leave me behind
Scraping the doormat
****ing with my mind
Don't know my sides
Flying into my dream
Don't really care now
Diving into a stream
I still try to run away
Trying to break free
What makes it hard
For your kind to see?
Just something I wrote when frustrated about the stupidity of some things in my country and my life right now.
One more round; one more low.
Garden
Deep in this garden of death and decay
Black roses wilt, spawning this dismay
And listlessly blows the wind forever
Life seemingly exists never-never
Forlorn—forsaken and biting the teeth
For orphans do cry and widows do weep
In this garden of death and decay
Things will never be okay
It sits atop a pillar in a little vase
A black orchid watches the entire garden’s ways
At the end of the day he brings only the macabre
Yet the residents of this garden refer to him as God
Death lives here, I’m sure, among
The green mist that rides low hung
Across the gray grass and through the black brick
Sits a black robed individual with a walking stick
He smiles through the absence of teeth he does possess
And with a snap of his bony fingers the life it does commence
As souls they flood the garden, they’re dead as dead can be
Each one of them dons a ball and chain and never will they leave
Deep in this garden of death and demise
The orchid looks on without much surprise
Death sits in his shack in his chair and he waves
To those who remain lost, and those who will stay
Not one of my best, but I like it.
Breaking the Dawn
You, my darling, have seen my tears
Worst of all it exposed my fears
Childish you may call it, it's worse than a habit
Because breaking the dawn is soft, but rabid
Betrayal is the word to describe it
How I see the blood in your hand
You couldn't mutter simply 'dammit'
But now, your life dangles with an opening gland
You wanted to break the dawn
But now the feeling has gone
At the brink of death it is I you leave
Because it was me you didn't want to believe
It hurts me how you chose for me to bleed
But your emotions you did heed
It was worse for me to watch you open yourself
And now we are left, like old memories on a shelf
The memories is all I have to cherish
As your spirit starts to perish
There is no reason to ressurect
For it was us you chose to peck
The wounds open as we drain
Crimson rushed away by falling rain
If you were to listen to me one last time
I would tell you a final word: Goodbye
Probably one of my worst yet, but I think it's pretty good.
...I'm not dead yet!
I'm just so ****in angry
But I can't release fury
Too ****in precious to
Deadly blinding reality
Can't let this hate out
Watching my own life
Can't loose this hate
Onto a planet of strife
What won't let me go
Why am I chaining me
Whats this earth for
End this damn insanity
What does it matter
Really, whats it worth
Life in happy bullshit
Death on this earth
One more round; one more low.
Wrote this in response to the Religion: The Musical thread in Misc. It's kind of my version of it mixed with stress of recent events.
Our Silent Requiem
Chained to this mortal Earth I am,
eternally punished to hear shouts of protest.
Does this show to you that I was damned?
Mearly a pawn in this brutal contest.
Fallen into the oblivion of eternal darkness,
only left with a single light.
Forever guiding spirits through the forests
of this spiritually-controled land without sight.
Left to fall into the moon,
left to guide you through the blue.
The damned cry, wanting their beacon,
but are they aware that they will weaken?
Forever I have wanted to be with you,
but you chose to leave the blue
and go into the ethereal miasma,
where religion and science is their plasma.
With spirit and wings broken I continue forth,
wanting out forever more.
But to get out I'll have to change,
and change is something I cannot do.
Through the nightly oceans I weep
As I dolefully call your name.
Wanting you out of there is an eternal sweep,
but can you here me? Are you still the same?
The eternal night whispers our names
underneath Selene's compassionate glow.
All I want to know is if you are okay,
hopefully you didn't deal with woe.
Forever I have wanted to be with you,
but you chose to leave the blue
and go into the ethereal miasma,
where religion and science is their plasma.
A bit long, isn't it?
...I'm not dead yet!
I like it kikyo! ^^
This ones for a story about a boy cursed by the werewolf.
Silver Bullet
Curse of the wolf...
Runs through my viens..
blessed by the midnight gaze...
I howl for the light..
Silver Bullet Pierce me..
Oh please..
Pull the Trigger..
Release me from the howling maze..
yeah.. and thats it.. So..
~
I'm not too good at this poem thing, but I'll try...
This is for something that I'm not too happy about that happened to a certain TPMer:
Also, nice poem, Kikyo! I like it!
Dedicated
From a normal guy he is
Elevated to next level
But now his name on the hated list
By some irresponsible people
Take a walk with me
And you can see these people mocking him
Watch them flee
When chased as one, not a team
You may be one of those people
Knowing nothing but follow other people
Don’t you know?
That you should stop right now
Say what you what you will
Say what you might
But don’t ignore what will
Happen at the end of the night
Because this is dedicated to the people
Who I’m tired of them
And if you don’t know who he is
Hey yo, it’s WPM, the unforgiven
Please take it easy~
Meeting
Today is time to return
Old friend you are dark
To a cold hearted world
Crows inside souls hark
Watching darkness eye
Following friendly reality
We will meet again soon
Death, gods, this insanity
Death begins upon birth
Life is our vision of truth
Why are we ever hunted
Death swings on a tooth
Why are we all so afraid
Of the promises we made
Strange perceptions now
Death is to be denighed
Until the day we die.
Freedom
There is no chain now
We fly happily and free
Life and death joined us
But still we cannot see
What defines a future
Some would say respect
Some would say choice
The future is to reflect
On the past we loved
Of the futured we fear
Life is but a short time
For us to make joy here
One more round; one more low.
One Wing to Fly On
A butterfly with but one wing has nowhere to go but in circles…
Sometimes you sit around, and think about
And don’t stop thinking
Sometimes you sit around, and take a bow
Then don’t stop drinking
I know, I know, just how it feels, to feel so pathetic
And I know, I know, that nobody could change
You’ve got your personal theoretic
On how life’s just a big shooting range
Sometimes you can’t put the future aside and lay in the past
Sometimes you can’t stop thinking
Sometimes you can’t put the babies to lie and die last
Sometimes you can’t stop drinking
Sometimes you sit around, and think about
And don’t stop thinking
Sometimes you sit around, and take a bow
Then don’t stop drinking
You’ll never go anywhere, you’ll never go anywhere
Everyone tells you, you won’t go anywhere if you keep this up
You’ll never go anywhere, you’ll never go anywhere
Everyone tells you, but they can shut the **** up
Whose to blame, we’re to blame, everyone’s to blame
It’s all the same
We’re not to blame, here to blame, everyone’s to blame
It’s a ****ing shame
Sometimes you sit around, and think about
And don’t stop thinking
Sometimes you sit around, and take a bow
Then never stop drinking
… Until that butterfly hits the ground, and there it fails to live.
This poem says a lot to me, because it's about my life currently, in general. Parents are pressuring me to keep at my marks and such, but at this point in my life, I just don't care anymore. Used to get 90's and 80's in all my courses, and now I'm down to 70's and 60's because I just never do my work anymore.
Been drinking a hell of a lot lately, too.
I like my butterfly analogy.
Adieu,
Zak Hunter
Nice analogy, Tainted.
Giving Up, Giving In
Deeper in, ebbing away
A memory simply in dismay
But as downward spirals go onward
Silent nights keep going forward
The tree stands as a marking point
Of what was formerly forgiven
Giving up and giving in
Was harder than anything before
To be called psychotic and needed serious help
Went deeper than what I could've ignored
But as the medications begin to be dealt
Regret is something not going forward
Intolerant is what they say I am
Not wanting to see and grow up
Because agoraphobic is what I am
They refuse to shut it up
Giving up and giving in
Is nothing more than being accused of sin
But plagued may their memories be
But will I ever be forgiven?
January
To be washed anew is all I desire
But will it ever happen?
January's affect is wanting to begin
And January I deeply admire
Epiphany always happens cold
But change is hard to receive
Washing memories out is a fable told
And what I can't stand is to deceive
Children trying to say you're mental
And their grandparents telling you to **** off
Pressures me into this feeling
And this feeling will hardly wash off
These accusations people have made
Have truely ruined my thoughts
Falling through, feeling that I'm to blame
Will put me with too much in my grave
What has happened for the past week or two now does take the cake. Besides grades falling, I have been called racist and told that I needed serious mental help, resulting in me having to go through psychiatry starting next week. And yes, the thing involving a child treating me like dirt only so I can be yelled at by his grandparents did happen. I just want the change.
...I'm not dead yet!
Great analogy Tainted, too bad your banned while im posting this man.
Meeting the 15 day old wrappers of toilet paper
Got thrown in the ****in tip
Chucked by a raving lunatic
Whats up with a real world
Normal people make me sick
Watch the suit and tie guy
Surviving by the mainstream
Watch the boring business
Making the polititians dream
Don't wanna join them now
Sitting in the ****ing trash
I'd rather dodge their shit
Waiting for thier life to crash
Nodding my head silently
Not hearing what they say
I know it won't be long
Until the ****ers take me away.
Pseudo-Hellish Reality
Ever tried to walk alone?
Did you ever feel the sky
Did you feel such sorrow
You cried then couldn't cry
Ever tried to find a way?
Did you ever touch a life
Did you want to try an die
In this world full of strife
Ever tried to live each day?
Did you ever see a reason
Did you want to kill a friend
Greatness made of treason
Ever tried to run and fly?
Did you want to die away
Did you realise how it is
Theres always a price to pay.
One more round; one more low.
Leon'll like this one.
Raping the Bible
Rape, defile and desecrate
I ain’t no God, I ain’t no saint
Of men and mice standing on thin ice
Despite the light, I’m Anti-Christ
Why don’t you sway side-to-side lightly
Like the pope with a rope wound tightly
Round the neck, and I bet he lies nightly
Just to spite me 'cause he dislikes me
This is the church, this is the steeple
Open the doors and there’s all God’s people
The fingers they wiggle, and the fingers they scream
When God turned out to be only a dream
The bible on the breast, the hands against the chest
A prayer, like a prayer, might a prayer done best
You take this in stride, alive, the blood in your veins
Don’t personalize this game, He won’t remember your name
Raping the bible, my one and only mother
She wants what I want and we want each other
We live like the angel, we **** like the devil
Cities of feathers, bedroom of blood and hell
Raping the bible, my one and only drug
Addicted to your lovin’, injected like a plug
Alone with or without you, baby, if you hurt does that make you macabre?
Just as if you **** the scripture, does that make you God?
I love this one for some reason, when I read it, the rhyming turns itself into a song for me-- and it sounds sort of Zeppelin. I like the whole "This is the church, this is the steeple" inclusion (if you're unfamiliar, it's that little thing kids do with their hands, and it's supposed to represent a church with God's people in it.) I also like how it gets a little sick near the end, talking about ****ing the bible and whatnot-- which makes sense to me.
To me, ****ing the bible means not entrusting yourself to it, it's like the phrase "**** that," except this time I've taken it literally. I like it. It's a little sick, but hell, I'm a little sick.
Adieu,
Zak Hunter
How did you guess I'd like an anti-religious poem? And aren't we all a little sick somedays.
Message Sticks, Card Tricks
You went and sent me a signal
Sent me a signal to try and fly
Hiding the fact of the matters
When you wished for me to die
Tried to cut my line of reality
Then the whole charde died
We all sat in a ****in circle
And there we sat and cried
Did you wonder what hell is?
You tried to take me there
But I never let you get me
And now we cry in a square.
One more round; one more low.
Let's see what ol' Grey has in his vault of written works conveniently placed on a floppy disk in my A: drive...
... ah, here we go...
forgotten lullabies
a catalog of thought
Searching for Nothing
wander aimlessly searching for emptiness not
something to fill the bitter nothingness void
lacking all but fear and compromise
my heart, it feels destroyed
but then you came along and all was worse
reminded of things i have not, can not
reminded only of my loss
but yet i fight on, every battle fought
and you keep coming and i shy away
looking for answers and for reason
for my nothing but afraid
each day passing a dying season
all so happy, yet so sad
like a manic, ney can i decide
fear not, i won’t not live-
-live without leaving you lied (to)
wander aimlessly searching for glory
that only He and you could fill
open eyes, pure heart
that cannot stand still
Confession
like a dream, you try to unlock
you keep trying, yet you can’t
persistent, you are--but not without hope
God shines in you, the seeds you plant
closed eyes, shallow flesh, my sorries
you look to him, to many fear
open this heart of mine, for it is buried
you look to the outside and not the in
you find happiness in sin, but not just you
everybody but One, do not fret
just apologize, that is all that you can do
like a dream you want but cannot free
like a young scared child without faith
trying too hard, and yet not hard enough
but just try, you may, to keep safe
The Gift of Forever
following nothing; i wander further
losing sight of everything with closed eyes
working for sorrows that pass me by
i cannot see through all the painful lies
falling discouraged day after day, it keeps me down
exponentially--each day gets a little less good
i see nothing but sorrow, ‘tis all my fault
why can’t nothing work out the way it should?
knowing that the end is never there
i was only promised by Him, the gift of forever
time never stops for those who need
like a personal vendetta i must endeavor
the grave does not present more problems
pain, the great illusion, goes away that day
for He is there and ever helpful
always shining in my shame, so i obey...
Losing Sight of Reality
chorus
but then you came along, and life was but a dream
sorrow only came once that day, all day as it seem
a dying flame still dances in my chest
trying its all not to give up and rest
verse.one
when you came in to see me that day, all i did was smile
then as the time pressed on, i realized i was only a child
wanting only what i can not
wishing painful wishes that break all thought
chorus
but then you came along, and life was but a dream
sorrow only came once that day, all day as it seem
a dying flame still dances in my chest
trying its all not to give up and rest
verse.two
loving you more than any other
even father, sisters, brothers, and mother...
before you, life was the almost the same, misery and not
only reversed to where i was happy least and sad a lot
bridge
something tells me inside to keep trying
something else tells me to myself, i’m lying
oh the Lord sings His grand name in you
but sometimes i fear that it’s too good to be true
chorus
but then you came along, and life was but a dream
sorrow only came once that day, all day as it seem
a dying flame still dances in my chest
refusing to rest...
Cold
alone, naked i feel, as if there is no problem
cold, dark i feel, as if You cannot solve them
afraid, lost, no one really with me
lonely, scared, am i really free?
but You came and covered me in a blanket so warm
You took me away from that place to reform
calm like me, i wish it never end
but it can’t, for you my God-send
depressed, no more, i see You there for guidance
Your spirit, inside me, always there to enchant
will You always be there to help me?
even when i fall, will You place me back to see?
“yes,” says a gentle voice from You
“yes, I do...”
The Girl that Stole the Stars
dear God, i have fallen in love with someone
who doesn’t know my name
everytime i look into your eyes
i see a starlit sky, beautiful at its core
everything you say to me
stays inside, making me soar
you make me want to be better than i am
despite how much harder it’ll be
a dancing flame resides in my heart
burning ever so bright, for everyone to see
ever since you’ve entered,
nothing has been the same
i look to God for guidance
but still i’m confused, keeping my shame
i’m afraid to be without you
afraid to be lost
crossing all the rivers in the world
seeking only your trust
i’m afraid to be here
alone
dear God, i have fallen in love with someone
who doesn’t know my name
-Grey
Wow, Greyfox, I must say all of those were amazing. I really like 'Cold'. I sit here reading these there just amazing! I love your style and wow.
Well here are some more of my writings.
-For You-
Am I trying to hard to get you
Am I screwing us up worse than before
So much confusion driving me insane
Im trying my best to give you more
I just wanna be with you
I wanna be there with you thourgh the night
I wanna hold you, kiss you, touch you
I wanna be the one to make everything right
Theres a right to a wrong
Theres a beat to a song
At the end theres a light
To get you theres a fight
Theres so much to your heart
I never wanna be so far apart
Is this to wrong to ask
Are we moving to fast
Can you explain?
Why at night it rains
When I think about us
Tell me whats the fuss
Between everyone and the rest
At night I dream of one perso-n
That one person to save my soul
I have to get rid of this paranoia
Before it hurts and takes a toll
Im trying my hardest
I dont wanna hurt you
Its hard to explain and tell
So forigve me if I do
If I do I swear not on purpose
Theres a right to a wrong
Theres a beat to a song
At the end theres a light
To get you theres a fight
Theres so much to your heart
I never wanna be so far apart
Is this to wrong to ask
Are we moving to fast
Can you explain?
Why at night it rains
When I think about us
Tell me whats the fuss
Between everyone and the rest
I want you for the rest of my life
I want you to be the one I love
I dont want no else
I dont care how tough
Im here for you here and now
I never will leave unless you tell me
Cant picture not being with you
With you is how I want my life to be
Theres a right to a wrong
Theres a beat to a song
At the end theres a light
To get you theres a fight
Theres so much to your heart
I never wanna be so far apart
Is this to wrong to ask
Are we moving to fast
Can you explain?
Why at night it rains
When I think about us
Tell me whats the fuss
Between everyone and the rest
-Get Me Naked-
When you walk to me,
I start to loose my mind,
Then you start to speak,
And I can't seem to find,
All the words locked inside,
That I wanna let go,
Then you get closer,
And I feel so damn cold,
Whats going on here,
I wana be set free,
But you have me so tight,
Cant find a way to fight,
You push my walls,
Take my words,
Widen the halls,
Left with no where to go,
You get me naked,
Cloths off,
Have no chance to fake it,
Take my life,
Take my dreams,
Nothing is what it seems,
You get me naked,
I have all my fears,
You have me,
Im the palm of your hand,
You get me naked
My legs start to tremble,
I fumble,
You win game over,
Got no chance to,
Redeem myself,
I owe you,
I can only stay true,
Got me bare,
Not fair,
Wrapped around your finget tip,
Now im giving you the lip,
Try to run,
Try to hide,
Cant hide my feelings inside,
You rule,
Stay true
You get me naked,
Cloths off,
Have no chance to fake it,
Take my life,
Take my dreams,
Nothing is what it seems,
You get me naked,
I have all my fears,
You have me,
In the palm of your hand,
You get me naked
What the hell is going on,
Why are my feelings so strong,
There is something in the air,
I want whats going on over there,
Piece by piece,
I fall down
When your gone,
Im back together,
When you return,
Im falling down
In to pieces
But I wanna keep this
You get me naked,
Cloths off,
Have no chance to fake it,
Take my life,
Take my dreams,
Nothing is what it seems,
You get me naked,
I have all my fears,
You have me,
In the palm of your hand,
You get me naked
-Peace
Wow... thank-you for that...Originally Posted by ImmortalDreams
I took some time to read your's as well, ImmortalDreams, and I thought they were very well done. I really like the style that was taken in the first lyric, For You. Keep up the good work...
-Greyfox
-Grey
I'm effin destined to come back to tpm no matter what -_-;;.
Well. here goes nothing. was bored. made up a 100 word poem/thing.
~
Such lovely lines on papers. The hero is out on adventurous capers.
Sinewy days of dialysis machines and comic scenes.
What came first I can't say, hospice bills or danger in the fray.
I end this little note, the upturned floating hero in villain's moat.
But, could that be it? What about romance or rest of rehearsed skit?
Do I leave you hanging? where's comic relief or a heart left panging?
this what my skill comes to be? misunderstood artist- too abstract to see?
So I laugh and exit-stage left. as this life?s in danger and that leaves me bereft.
~
am fond of ths one for some odd reason. the spoken word factor's probably. the reason.
Now for ole tyger to disappear again. Maybe i'll rewrite darkness of the soul once again.
Well I just wrote this song and I love it already which is strange and cant wait to get the music for it. This is about someone who I care about a lot.
-Untitled-
Walking up to me, lonely on streets
Listen to my heart beat, it just wants to be free
Can you tell me who to be, is it that hard to breathe
Its only been a few weeks, and I lose words to speak
Now what I say dont freak, glad that we got to meet
Don't need the pain, that will drive me insane
Nothing is the same, waiting for you in the rain
You gave my heart a stain, right when you came
(Chorus)
Love is a stranger I don't know very well
Not sure but its something that I think I felt
But its getting pretty damn hard to tell
And I think its love when my heart melts
Yeah, Yeah
Can never tell from wrong to right
Staring at the stars in the dark night
I just want you to say its gonna to be alright
Just want you to hold me tight
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Looking deep in your eyes, I get this feeling and im gona cry
Hoping that you never lie, making sure that are love wont die
I really wanna believe what I read, as I lay alone curled up in bed
I gotta trust what you said, as it stays a float in my head
Now im calling out to you, hoping that are love is true
Don't need the pain, that will drive me insane
Nothing is the same, waiting for you in the rain
You gave my heart a stain, right when you came
(Chorus)
Don't need no more drama, I just wanna hold ya
Theres nothing in the world, that you couldn't cure
Im giving you my heart and soul, make sure you don't break me,
Keep me whole
Don't need the pain, that will drive me insane
Nothing is the same, waiting for you in the rain
You gave my heart a stain, right when you came
(Chorus 2x)
La la la, la la la, la la la, la, la, la
I'll be joining you all soon
When I slip away
Be with my friends
Moulded images of clay
Someday it's my turn
My turn to walk
My turn to fly away
From a road's empty fork
It's not my turn yet
Never seeing
I'll never know my turn
Always fleeing
We only going to die
Scream and cry
It's a fact of life
Someday we all lie
Dead.
Winning Streak
Go for gold my friend
Run off into the sky
Like you'll run this one
And then you'll die
We can't be held
Held here to blame
You ****ed yourself
Everyone's the same
You can't lose now
You'll fall away dead
Now on we plough
Forget what we said
Ever wanted to fly
Away from life's track
I did it one day
And got stabbed in the back
One more round; one more low.