Reply With QuoteHey that was pretty good Royal Hawkman Mage.
Well like I said I'm not a poet, but at least giving my effort and doing things the best way possible is what, I'm dedicated too
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I'm not good at all in poetry but I'll try...
"To the one I hate the most,
My fist will break your face,
Upon your bloody beating, you'll feel everything's lost,
I'll drag your body very far,
Where I should ran you down with my car,
Thus from seeing this threat,
My hands are all bloody and wet,
Let there be mercy on your soul,
Because next time, I won't hold back at all..."
Well that's my crappy poem, I thought it sounded kinda original, since you people are writing the love poems, which I really don't
prefer writing about them.
Hey...
Hey that was pretty good Royal Hawkman Mage.
Well like I said I'm not a poet, but at least giving my effort and doing things the best way possible is what, I'm dedicated too
and life opened
well i know i said that i was going to give up writing, but i guess i can't help creating *something*, especially when i've got something on my mind that i just wanna express somehow. poetry is easy though....it usually doesn't take me as long to write.
so i wrote a new poem today. i always want to create some kind of structure for the poems i write, though my structures usually tend to be pretty loose and simplistic.....the only structure my poem has here is three words per line.
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and life opened
last night i
had a dream
that a friend
had died and
i had never
seen her face
but i cried
i cried hard
and it was
okay to cry
because her mother
was there and
i felt safe
and life opened
because i cared
and i hadn't
expected that but
i hope it
doesn't go away
(even today i
wonder where she
could have gone)
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i really did have a dream like that last night.
I.P.D. Reyvateil: "How many people cry for you when you die?"
Luca Trulyworth: "I dunno, 10?"
^^;
thought i'd resurrect this with something i wrote, em, last week. most of the poems i write are very short, and nowadays most of them don't have titles. so, eh, this one's just like that. ^^
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there are many words
descriptive nouns and adjectives
full of pepper and paprika
sprinkled on white pages
a delicious gourmet delight
for feasters on the letters
to pique their palates
with the celebrated cuisine
too many epicureans
too many dead senses
their tongues sing only
to the tune of one bell
but the trash cans are banging
as the dump trucks whine and grind
and the a/c unit kicks on
as its big fan whirrs outside
I.P.D. Reyvateil: "How many people cry for you when you die?"
Luca Trulyworth: "I dunno, 10?"
p e r s p e c t i v e
p e r s p e c t i v e
my right eye is different
much different than the other
for it sees crowds of colors
while the left sees no other
my right eye is different
much different than the other
for it can view other worlds
where different people help different others
my right eye is different
it sees what the left cannot
through people's dreams of memories
of what the left had forgot.
woven together
woven together
the world is a woven basket
each person a ribbon of straw
sewn into a bigger picture
not one piece matches the other
every portion is a different tint
but yet they're all united
tightly woven together.
h o w l i n g . s o l d i e r
h o w l i n g . s o l d i e r
searching for paradise you wander
to the furthest reaches of the earth
howling cries to the moon
and watching the stars mourn down
tenderly the night whispers
flowing through your timid heart
pulsing blood through
the soreness of your chest
and screaming to your soul
o wolf warrior
run free run free
scatter in your courage and scream the night away
o howling soldier
watch the growing red moon
toss your chains aside and run into the wild
o wolf warrior
run free run free
gnaw through your shackles and howl into the rain.
*bump*
Yeah, so I got bored and used a rhyming dictionary to get me this poem.
About Stan.
There once was a man, a man names Stan.
Stan was a sports fan, so he ran and ran.
Stan ran and ran, but never kept up with his friend named Suzanne.
Suzanne would ride her red sedan, but Stan still ran.
While Stan ran, he ran like a stunt man.
He hit a trashcan when he ran.
Stan ran in the klu klux Klan.
As he ran, they got a ban.
The ban would ban Stan from the klu klux Klan.
Why Stan never got a sedan like his friend named Suzanne.
Or a minivan like Mary Ann.
Is because Stan was not a mechanical man.
So the man named Stan just ran and ran.
Stan also had a short attention span.
He couldn’t even stick to a retirement plan.
His attention span, of Stan, didn’t have space for a plan.
So he ran, he ran to the Sea of Japan.
Then he ran to the Republic of Sudan.
He got a tan as he ran though Kazakhstan.
So Stan does have a plan.
Ran he did, as part of his plan.
Stan, he can, than ran through a Jet plan Fan.
Stan, he ran, he has no need for a retirement plan.
Where the hell have I been!?
Miss Independant
I did not copy Kelly Clarksons song. I got the idea and it is much different from hers. Her song is about someone losing there independance mine is about a girl who keeps hers and is a good friend of mine.
There is a girl, who didn’t want a man to get in her way,
She was the one, who always had something to say,
She will never have a man control her on any day,
She never wanted to be held back,
There was nothing that girl lacked,
She tried her best to get on top,
She never wanted to flop,
Miss independent always was the one,
Her life goal is never done,
She didn’t like to be called Hun,
She always wanted to have fun,
She wasn’t the one to sit and lay in the sun all day,
But you got to remember,
Don’t you dare call her Mrs. Dependant,
Or you better keep your distance
She wasn’t that perfect,
And that was ok,
She loved to play football,
But not the one to go and shop at the mall,
She may be the one to fall,
But hey she was a girl, who caught the ball,
She was the one, who was always intriguing,
She didn’t care if she was bleeding,
If she did fall in love,
She would still be above,
And never let a man handle her,
And man was she sure,
I hope you remember all of this,
Before it all becomes bliss,
She always stayed true,
She never tried to get blue,
She didn’t give a yea what people thought,
And this is what it’s all about.
She was called a Oh because she stayed real,
But she just smiled back and made no big deal,
People didn’t believe but she really does feel,
She might not show it,
She didn’t want to throw a fit,
She didn’t want to be a drama queen,
She dint want to be that mean,
Miss who likes to dream,
O yea miss independent knows who she is,
She doesn’t have to change when around her friends,
No one can ever hold her down,
No one can ever make her frown,
This girl is gona go far and you know it,
She doesn’t need anyone to open the door,
She is not a whore,
She is independent to the core,
And she is much more,
No she will never ever have a man control her,
You might not think its true but she is sure,
Miss much more than she ever could be,
Miss she always could see,
Miss always a friend to you,
Miss is so true,
Miss not facade,
Miss never be a maid,
Miss so honest,
Miss tried her darnest,
Miss spectacular,
Miss this was never a blur,
Miss make you feel more than you ever could be,
Miss Independent
"Star Wars, the poem."
Okay, here's one I wrote a while ago, for a school assignment, actually. It's a teeny bit too long to put in text right here, so I'm putting it as an .txt attachment.
As you might have guessed, it's a poem of the first Star Wars Movie(Episode IV: A New Hope, that is) I must tell you though, I'm no professional, so please excuse me when the beat\rhythm\structure\whatever completely changes halfway through.
Enjoy, and no plagiarism, now!
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Changing Times (AAML poem, G)
A/N: I don't own the Pokemon franchise, blah blah blah.
Changing Times
There used to be times when I'd get annoyed,
To keep hidden feelings at bay.
But stubborn as he was, he'd never avoid
Any challenge that came his way.
There used to be times he'd insult me
In response to something I'd said
And sometimes I'd respond by boldly
Malleting him square on the head.
There have been a few times he'd been fraught with despair
After losing to someone more skilled.
Those are the times I made sure I was there
To listen as his thoughts were spilled.
There have been times we have had lots of fun
Such as Kids' Day and the Whirl Cup,
We were close friends, and felt like we were one
And our future kept looking up.
There have been times that we've been apart
Like the time I returned to the Gym.
Coming back here had broken my heart
Now I know the same was true of him.
There were times when I thought he was lost,
A new girl, and then a new trophy for the shelf,
But how elated I felt when the threshold was crossed
On our wedding day, by none other than Ash himself.
by Misty Ketchum
hmm.. a poem in here?
i didn't see anywhere else this was possible so i figured here's the place, i got two peons the one im posting now and the one in my sig.
What i once Dreamed
Living in a house on a hill
The night was dark
And the earth was still
The crows would hark
My eyes closed as i saw
The place that i had forever
Been running, searching for
The odessey of this endeavor
Then my eyes opened again
I shouted and cried into the night
My world split open then
Always i carried my fight
The moon would glow white
But all i saw was dark
Deeper again into the light
And again i could see a small spark
The dreams eluded me coldly
My hands ran along my knife
The light shone boldly
As i returned to this life..
Last edited by Leon-IH; 2nd August 2010 at 10:07 AM.
One more round; one more low.
A little light-hearted poem.
Just a quick poem i slapped together, nothing much, but i'd just like to share it with you. Lol.
The Find
As I ventured out in the woods today,
I saw a rippling in the clay.
The noise was that of a monster rare,
With polished scales and free of hair.
With trembling breath I stalked my prey,
Across the ground and far away,
I groped my side until I felt,
The pokeball hanging on my belt.
The burrowing stopped – My breath went dead,
Then from the ground came up his head,
He spied me quick, I threw the ball,
And from the light came my Absol.
The pokémon dived into his base,
My pokémon followed and gave chase.
He grabbed the sand mouse by the tail,
And bit into his solid scales.
The pokémon squirmed – he leapt about,
And then he gave a mighty shout.
My Absol dropped him on the clay,
And then the Sandshrew got away.
:slowly creeps back in:
Yo!
I'm back for some odd reason. I doubt anyone except maybe the mods and some of the older members remember me.
I'm bored, but I suppose I'll post a poem.
It's one of my older ones. but meh. I don't think I"ve ever posted this one on tpm before.
~*~
Misleading Religion
The days have passed
of angels in the sky
who now but be a ship's juried mast.
While the original beneath the ocean lie.
To think of that simple yester year
Where lithe lasses frolicked in pagan sense
free of undoubted sin and all its peer. ;
Never again! Even at thousand Peter-Pence
All this roots in perennial thrift
of Balder who lost his human person
to a timeless void for choice heaven's gift.
Gone from this land he saved from done undone.
Now this time but lingers forward,
where Angels lie in stone
than on cloud; A time now disarray'd
in a faith restricting and alone
All that is now be memory.
of childer who stay wall-shackled
in fear godly wrath and love of Whiteash tree.
in a faith led by tithe to those rich crackled
still the Whiteash tree is gone.
Where Balder bled himself dry,
for sins of others on our earth-forlorn
And Woden in majesty shed a silent cry.
For this loving deity's demise
sought abrupt unshodden tears
in all, regardless of familial despise.
As both tree and divine disappeared to music of deific spheres.
The wild lot tore the sky asunder by cries adrift.
"Balder! Balder, thank ye lord for yon sacrifice."
The lost priestly lot renewed the last crying shift
with words unlike the ones said before: portends of cruel demise.
"Cristos, Ye brought to me new vision
"preposterous for you to be in pagan pantheon
"ye son of only nameless God too mighty to shun.
"Cristos! Cristos and not Balder of boor-lot plebian."
this the tale of faiths that clash.
Ashen wood forts fell to Pitch and Tar
Joy and grace renewed as stoic blind faith rash.
both faiths ever the same, just doubt clouded hearts all.
~*~
Tyger -- the long lost one --
Angel Tears
Sorta what I'm going through right now. It's not much, but for something out of raw emotion written in about two minutes at 1:30 in the morning, I think it's alright.
Angel Tears
Rain drops sprinkling from above
Angel tears cried for lost loves
So many thoughts through her head
She only wishes she was dead
See him one last time before she goes
Poor boy only thinks he knows
He thinks he saved her and that he won
Doesn’t know that tomorrow she’ll be done.
Chilling Summertime
Watching leaves in summer
Listening to the south wind
Can't stop the cold inside me
Don't want to try and bind
Got no feelings in the chill
Back to the summer grind
Wish my time was a video
If only i could press rewind
I can't feel the heat again
I'm lost inside my thought
All alone the burning sun
This destiny that i wrought
It's still too cold, burning
Summer is dead for me
I can't understand it now
Why are you trying to see
~ this sounds wierd, it's about a summer where someone is too sad to care about the warmth on them, if you didn't gather that.
One more round; one more low.
An experimental poem.
not good at this stuff as is, but here's a go.
Spotlight
Ladies and gentlemen
Having no more pride to bow
I rest here, bent,
Hoping the spotlight will dance
It's grand and swell
The razzle dazzle of it all
Nobody looks out for
Me but me
I never follow but those who
Seem crazy and burn in me
A star nowadays
Never shone in darkness
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My first, nubish Poem. Written 1 minute ago. On my wordpad. I felt like expressing myself. It's probably full of spelling errors, etc...
What will come tomorrow?
What will come tomorrow?
What will come today?
Will it be joy or will it be sorrow?
Will it remain the same way?
What will come tomorrow? Mother doesn't know.
Do I have to cry?
Do I have to laugh?
Will I have to lie?
Or will I have to love?
What will come tomorrow? Father doesn't know.
Will I fear pain?
Will I fear death?
Will I break the chain?
What will come tomorrow?
Will it be rain?
Or will it be snow?
For you will never know...
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2 Other poems I wrote. They have a meaning to it.
Another Poem
Another Poem, I will make.
Another Poem, reputation at stake.
What am I saying? Reputation?
Why am I staying? Transformation?
I have no reputation, no title, no pride.
Who will respect me?
Who will destroy me?
Do not ask, you will see.
It is only a poem, another poem...
Written by who?
Written for who?
Is it for me? Is it for you?
It does not matter. It is only another poem...
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Love
How does it feel?
Does it feel nice?
Does it feel cold?
No,
It feels like gold.
That precious feeling.
My heart, is what you are stealing.
Your love is what I desire.
Your smile is what I admire.
You love me on the inside,
But hate me on the outside.
Why does it happen?
Why is it there?
Love.
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thats a cute poem about love. It captures what i want to feel one day ^.^ I wanna fall in love. awww
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Ive seen the look in your eyes
Ive got no reason to hold on
Ive got no reason to die
I'm alone
In my arms I hold myself
Keeping me away from someone else
Alone, I try to save myself
From my pain...
Your commands command me not to be me
Demands demand I hide not be free
Request that I stay beside myself
Inside my self
Hidden away
away
Ive been within your shoes
Youve got no reason to hold on
Handing me these issues
Caged
Gripping these bars with sweat and blood
Questions what have I done
Deserving everything and none
Its your game
Your commands command me not to be me
Demands demand I hide not be free
Request that I stay beside myself
Inside my self
Hidden away
away
Spread my wings and fly
Into the bars that keep me inside
Away from their world
Away from their tainted world
I want to make my own choice
I want to be my own voice
I want to make my noise and cry out
Against your game
Ive seen the look in your eyes
Ive decided if I want to leak
Ill be allowed to cry
Your commands command me not to be me
Demands demand I hide not be free
Request that I stay beside myself
Inside my self
Hidden away
away
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Originally Posted by shazza
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Suicide
I'm sitting here. Watching, staring.
Waiting for the time, that he will come.
Waiting, ready to die.
I'm tired of waiting. When will he come?
How much longer, must I bare the pain?
The pain of ignorance.
I'm tired of waiting. When will he cme?
How much longer, must I feel alone?
The feeling of pain, the feeling of destruction.
I'm tired of waiting. He will never come.
I must go to him.
I must be free, free of all pain.
I will go. Go to him.
With only a minor movement,
The pain will go away
Suicide. It is only another step.
A step towards total freedom, the freedom of us all.
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It can be very painful... but despite all the heartache, I'd say it's quite worth it... despite how one-sided my love for her is...
...but anyway; here's more from Requiem. Try not to fake your enjoyment.
ALONE
verse one
stranded in the dying breaths of thousands
you stand in the darkness helpless
awaiting death to come for thou in the sands
the anticipation is worse than death itself
chorus
all alone (in the darkness)
waiting for a lure
all alone (in the darkness)
waiting for a cure
all alone (in the darkness)
waiting for your dying breath
verse two
stranded in the darkness by yourself
having witnessed their tragic deaths
you wish to be removed from this filth
awaiting your last
chorus
all alone (in the darkness)
waiting for a lure
all alone (in the darkness)
waiting for a cure
all alone (in the darkness)
waiting for your dying breath
interlude
chorus
all alone (in the darkness)
waiting for a lure
all alone (in the darkness)
waiting for a cure
all alone (in the darkness)
waiting for your dying breath
bridge
you lay yourself into the sands
awaiting your final
looking for your strands
of time, you lose yourself once more
-Grey
-Grey
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Never knew such self control
Find myself within this fold
I'll deny if truth be told
My secret burns within...
Watch you as you wander past
See you in between each class
Time moves slow and you move fast
Crawling beneath my skin...
You have that chocolate stare
Cant wait to see you melt in the sun
You have that sugar coated appetite
Cant wait to watch you admit what you have done
You've fallen in love
Please don't look my skin is hot
When will this come to a stop
Eyes tired all movement lost
Choose to be deaf...
This umbrella keeps me dry
From those tears which you cry
Whoever did this to you should die
Look at whats left...
You have that chocolate stare
Cant wait to see you melt in the sun
You have that sugar coated appetite
Cant wait to watch you admit what you have done
You've fallen in love
Sticky tape will fix anything
Mending with this piece of string
How close to mine can I bring
What youve got
Once upon a time again
They started off as just friends
He loved someone else and then
He got hurt and she was there....
You have that chocolate stare
Cant wait to see you melt in the sun
You have that sugar coated appetite
Cant wait to watch you admit what you have done
You've fallen in love
again...
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If roses talk, they'd understand
The color red and life’s demand
As petals die, they brush away
The fragments of just yesterday
To say I'm lost would be a lie
The roads sustain my steps' demise
I sleep without the knowledge of
What’s coming down from high above
Life's silhouette is vaguely seen,
to keep it just - simple and clean
The way that I want things to be
The way that I need things to be
Death can echo through the waves
But it cannot my hidden cave
It cannot my heart’s last plea
It cannot - my Sanctuary
8D;; I wrote three poems in my lifetime.
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Only three poems in ur life? wow thats so good!
*put to shame*
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Poetry isn't hard. For me, I think of it this way- bunch of words put together, with at least one rhyming word at the end of each line.
XD Yours is awesome too, Pancake. (Very insightful details) ^^
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Lexxi
Lexxi, you’re Queen of the look
And not to my surprise
If being a bomb gave you a mean right hook
Then I’d have two black eyes
Lips, legs, breasts and ass
All the things you bring to class
Lips that smoke, legs that walk,
Breasts that don’t joke, an ass that talks
I’d like to take you out sometime, it’d be really cool
But you moved to some fucking Asian only lesbian school
And it’s all the way in Oshawa, although I’d like to believe
I can’t help from thinking I’ll catch some weird disease
Because Oshawa, it ain’t that clean,
And baby, I know you’re my dream
But love is one thing, and good sex will fade
Both are entirely different from catching AIDS
Maybe we could meet up in Whitby, it’s not that bad
It’s like Oshawa, except not quite that sad
If Oshawa is AIDS, then Whitby is HIV, it’s dull
Not quite as bad but it does have potential
One of these times I’ll drive to your prison
Or school, or whatever the fuck you want to call it
And the chicks will be like “Holy fuck! Christ has risen!”
Because I’ll be the first thing with a cock to ever walk that shit
I’ll bring my guitar and we’ll sing to a song
That doesn’t have much meaning, but nobody will care
Then the Asian schoolgirls will all sing along
And soon we’ll have a Disney fan fair
Then we can go somewhere, just you and me
And make some babies, we’ll name one Lee
And happiness will be born of three
We’ll kill two and keep Lee…
… Because he’s a fucking ninja…
Adieu,
Zak Hunter
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Wrote this recently out of boredom during Literature, being within a poetry unit and all...but I just couldn't resist. Oddly, Breaking Benjamin's "Away" played over and over again in my head as I wrote it.
Believe
Seeing is one thing; believing is another...
I fell again; no stopping this time
Ever so swiftly, like losing my mind
If I can forget, it could be alright
But when the sin repeats, you lose sight
Cold and distant, never felt so much before
As if strucken blind and beaten more
It's isolation more than ever now
But until the end, there is no core
Could I fly away to make it alright?
Is there away to see again?
Have I ever really seen the truth?
If I have, lies I hope to hear no more.
Is what I'm told fact or fiction?
I've heard too much to know anymore.
If maybe I could give times of silence to think,
maybe, just maybe, I'll finally believe.
Could I fly away to make it alright?
Is there a way to see again?
As the sun of cruelty sets on my tormented world,
maybe the moon of truth could heal.
Who do I listen to now?
Is there anybody who can see
the broken soul underneath the calm body?
Is there anybody who can help me...believe...?
...the difference between a daughter and mother
My opening/closing metaphor was actually inspired by my personal life, by how me and my mother are completely different in every way.
...I'm not dead yet!
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Don't try to know me
I don't think I'll take my mask away
Because of you I never knew
Sinking into darkness as we flew
And nightmares that came true
You know too much about me
For me to feel ok this way
I came here to conquer
But I'll be king for half a day
Life so short we forget to live
I'm just king for a day or two
I live a plain life all for you
Bleak solidarity that we knew
You know more than I do of me
Which makes me want die
Why is life so difficult to enjoy
Today we live, tomorrow we cry.
Simple poem with a simple motto: Don't try and get into someone else's life too much.
Die
Were all going to die someday
Somehow in a cold dark place
We all fall from the happy life
Falling from a world of grace
Living to die away each day
Trying to fly and falling down
Mermaids singing to our life
Human voices make us drown
I don't want to know it
I don't know how to feel
Death begins at birth
Life is a crazy ideal.
Yeah, another simple one: the last 2 lines of the second part are from a poem we read in english last year, will find the name of it sometime.
Thanks Religion
I don't give a fuck any more
You knocked me out the door
Kicked me when I was on the floor
And now you want me to fight a war
Your a fuckin anti-rights activist
Total motherfucking reactivist
Call me a drunken elitist
Easily countered monarchist
Refuse to listen to reason
I disagree you scream treason
We live without a vision
And die off with the season
Now it's all broken to nothing
You claim to prevent suffering
There's a whole load of lying
All the good people are dying
Thanks to you.
One more round; one more low.
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Revived topic!
ADDICTION
intro
higher than the mountains or the sky
but still not high enough to try
for anything particular this night
verse one
well its been two years since i
tried to live my life a lie
tried to let myself just die
i need to work myself today
i need to keep temptation at bay
by launching myself into the fray
chorus
higher than the mountains or the sky
i've been living my life one big lie
i've been through hell just to stay dry
trying just to stay alive
verse two
well another month has just past
i hope this nullification can last
in this overwhelming task
i need to work myself today
i need to keep temptation at bay
by launching myself into the fray
chorus
higher than the mountains or the sky
i've been living my life one big lie
i've been through hell just to stay dry
trying just to stay alive
interlude
chorus
higher than the mountains or the sky
i've been living my life one big lie
i've been through hell just to stay dry
trying just to stay alive
bridge
higher than the mountains or the sky
but still not high enough to try
i'm still living my life a big lie
i can't do this and not die
trying just to stay alive
trying just to stay–
I first wrote this one when I was eighteen-years old, almost three years ago. I thought I was writing it about someone else, someone else who was addicted to sins that she was trying to relieve herself from. But when I look at it now, I realize that this song was actually written about me, and my addiction.
Hopefully now that I realize this I can get over this obstacle.
-Uncle Grey
-Grey
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yay for grey reviving the topic!!!
anyway, this is a work in progress, with heavy shakespearian influence, because of stupid othello we're studying. lyrics hopefully for a heavy metal stylish song. no punk rock atm ^_^
Weighting intentions to explain
from such an act thou doth refrain
Shall not I beg shall not I plead
Curiosity kills of knownce thy deed
Cherubs upon clouds witness my stay
Over the hills not be such a day
Since the sun returns to its nightly rest
Explanations frustrations doth I protest
Lights with death along this street
Silent stalkers behind my feet
Lies and scenes thou hath portray
I now know when you turn away
Listen the drought to my speech is here
Listen thy whisper thy name to ear
Oh ye of little faith I abhore
Telling me promises then saying no more...
Essesnce will linger among the dew
These scents unbury tales a few
Thou hast forgiven thou hast forgot
Thou is remind for the song of the clock
Dusk upon dusk gazing at galaxies
Not more but mere wishes hoping to be
Thy fairytale dream wakes with a breath
Reality doth put it back to death
Listen the drought to my speech is here
Listen thy whisper thy name to ear
Oh ye of little faith I abhore
Telling me promises then saying no more...
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Little poem that probably could convert into a punk/rock song.
**** the American Dream
Dont tell me how to die
Shut the **** up and fly
Lived your ****ed up lie
Cause it's all gone awry
I hate the yankee dream
Stupidity makes me scream
**** you and your glass screen
Trust nobody with a knife
Cause the death and strife
Live, die and **** a wife
It's meant to be a mans life
I hate the yankee dream
Stupidity makes me scream
**** you and your glass screen
Your just a broken record
A silent series on a cord
Dyin in your palliative ward
You voted in Bush and Ford
I hate the yankee dream
Stupidity makes me scream
**** you and your glass scream
Don't take a moral stance
Your life ain't worth a glance
Live life as a last prance
We only get one time to dance
I hate the yankee dream
Stupidity makes me scream
**** you and your glass scream
**** the American Dream
**** the waking nightmare
Another poem...
On this wall I hang, my life one of many in a room of dust
I tried to live the way I should
In my life I did what they said
And they said my way was good
I lived each day as the last day
I donated half my money to CCF
Each afternoon I'd sit and pray
I dreamed of my eternal reward
The minister told me it was good
That nothing was at all untoward
They told me I'd have heaven
If I lived through all the hells
Should have stopped to listen
On judgement day I'll be OK
Because I lived my lifetime
In the good christian way
In this room I am surrounded by people lured by the same promise
One more round; one more low.
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This is a song I wrote for solo use, just for me and my acoustic.
Everytime I play it for buddies, or at parties, I feel like I kill a little of myself inside, because this thing is just so damn powerful to me, as it's entirely about me. I don't even know how to describe the feeling, it's like I'm opening my ribcage so everyone can look at my innards.
This song is everything about who I was, who I am, and who I'm going to be, and it's the most powerful thing I've ever written, at least to myself.
Downer
“Those that live, they live so alive
They die with best wishes, then live in the sky
Those infested with demons, those that strive to get higher
Burrow themselves deeper, until they feel the fire”
These days they become harder as they go on
And I’m starting to wonder about my luck
It seems all my life cannot be pawned
And I’m ready to scream out loud fuck
Believe these days, they’re not the days
The days that we lived forever
Because these days, they’re not the days
The days when our minds were so clever
Broken, can you glue my wounds up?
Taken, can you patch my faults shut?
Bleeding, lap up my life
Downer, there’s loss of the night
Remember the straight edge mentality
Remember when drugs were so wrong
Remember when girls got excited
When we said we’d live life all the long
Remember our first joint together
It smelled sweet as a harlots perfume
And hours later we were sailing the skies
Without a care, and with plenty to do
Broken, can you glue my wounds up?
Taken, can you patch my faults shut?
Bleeding, lap up my life
Downer, there’s loss of the night
Now who are we? Now who are we?
We’re potheads and burnouts and low lives
We’re not who we were. We’re not who we were.
We’re hoping these days they don’t die
We’re going nowhere, you’re going nowhere
He’s going nowhere, she’s going nowhere
We’re going nowhere, you’re going nowhere
Life’s going nowhere, we’ll always go nowhere
Broken, can you glue my wounds up?
Taken, can you patch my faults shut?
Bleeding, lap up my life
Downer, there’s loss of the night
Broken, my wounds can’t be glued up
Taken, my faults dug too deep to shut
Bleeding, I bled all I can bleed
Downer, it’s just another fix that I need
“Some need a release
Without bible, without priest
We’ve all got our demons
And we’ve all got our reasons”
The line "we've all got our demons, and we've all got our reasons" is the most meaningful thing to myself that I've ever written, and if you can decipher the hidden message I applaud you.
Adieu,
Zak Hunter
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I love that line too. ^_^ Damn I wish I could write like that. *grumbles* I perosnally think that that line is also self interpreting. I basically interpereted it as we've all got the bad habits and the bad things we do, but we've also got our reasons for doing them and for doing whatever we do. ^_^ and it is so true. Damnit! I wanna wriet like that!!
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You're close, but I was aiming for more of a "we all need a release." Some write to release, some draw, some scream into a pillow, but there are many that resort to alcoholism or drugs. Now, I intepreted drugs as "demons," like a little monkey that sits on your back to push forth the addiction.
So the line "We've all got our demons and we've all got our reasons" means, in a nutshell, that you should never look down upon someone that does drugs, because they very well may have a good reason to be doing them. And the same goes for any type of activity, not just drugs.
The second stanza is talking about addiction, hence the "pawn" line which connects to selling all of your shit just to get some drug money. Then after that it pretty much recaps on how everything got started, etc.
The line "Downer, there's loss of the night" means that without these drugs that you can no longer afford because now you're a bum that's sold everything to keep up his habit, you're at loss of the night-- loss of the parties, and so on.
Well, that's about it.
Adieu,
Zak Hunter
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you're all so good. @.@ This is my first time writing a poem without a quatrain...x_x prolly turned out weird.
Four natures once in harmony
Divided into half
To thrive alone in solitude
Amused- vain as a flower is
The rose just sits and laughs
Passive and oblivious
Withering, four petals fall
She plasters on a smile
Leaving death enthralled
Life has finally took its toll
Too late the rose has realized
Four natures back as whole
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I like that poem LilyPichu. tough time to quit the quatrain when you're talking about 4 natures >_<, with the natures getting cut in half then reuniting at four at the end, there's a lot of cool structural stuff you could do throughout the poem to reflect that.
k, i've changed style recently. here's a random one-
--
how to sing
switch the shucks, this rustle
glisten to the sun rays scorching
soaking obsidian
connect the necks
one to the next
soulful moan, the long day gone
throat the notes, no no they home
fervor reverberates
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Mankind
From what do I run
What am I fearing
I fear nothing but me
Heat of mind searing
I am just another being
Another man of malice
Just another piece of dust
Killing nature's crysalis
What makes me this
We are all unforgiven
In this forgotten world
By demons we are driven
One more round; one more low.
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I love the analogy in this one, especially the fact that what "love" starts off at breaks down further and further until it's only a puddle. So, there's a message behind the analogy as well.
Black
Our love is black ice
You can’t see it
But you know it’s there
When you slip
Our love is black ice,
Black as the eight ball
You know it’s there
But only when you fall
Our love melts to black water
Stinks of poison, what do you think?
Our love is black water
Stinks of poison, so let’s have a drink
Our love is a black shower
Bathing in the night to rid of the dirt
Our love is a black shower
Burning the skin, it burns and it hurts
Our love is black sweat
Breaks free of the skin when we fuck
Our love is black sweat
Stains the sheets with glue and we’re stuck
Our love makes black puddles
Left behind to evaporate after we’re done
Our love makes black puddles
The sight leaves me undone
Adieu,
Zak Hunter
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/me revives topic.
Here's a lyric torn straight from the pages of angelus corpus (second chapter still in progress) </shamelessplug>. It's the literature that Locke Dièmestès wrote for his love Mendardi before her passing... it's quite sad...
COME TO MINE LIGHT
Who are you...
i am you...
love eternal...
nothing false but true...
dreamless dreams...
a sleepless night...
the sandman and his lullaby...
come hither to mine light...
lost memories...
a forgotten cycle...
skies so blue...
yet an ever ending revival...
unforgiving sacrifice...
a beautiful love...
time is hard...
flying like a dove...
revengeful thoughts...
tainted skies...
look to tomorrow...
for i apologize...
i have seen the world...
i have climbed the skies...
i have been to the heavens...
never will you hear my lies.
-Grey, uncle
-Grey
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