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    Quote Originally Posted by mistysakura
    Schadenfreude (what does that mean?): Same comment as aboe regarding the rhythm, and strong contrast/oxymorons used well. Although I don't seem to quite get their symbolic purpose (assuming the speaker isn't drunk, which is the only thing I can think of at the moment).
    scha·den·freu·de ( P ) Pronunciation Key (shädn-froid)
    n.
    Pleasure derived from the misfortunes of others.

    So, the point of the song is the chorus details hurting someone, and then "un-hurting" them, or making them better. This way you're hurting them, but they build a dependency because you're always there to heal the wounds you cut yourself.

    The rest of the song has contradicting lyrics because the writer (myself) is displaying extreme emotion in a sense that he doesn't know what's the right thing. This whole hurting people, and such and such has skewed his perceptions and mental capabilities to the point where he can no longer differentiate what time of day it is, if he's happy, etc.

    That's the best I could do. I'm hungover.

    Adieu,
    Zak Hunter

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    Behold death, he loves us
    Follow me and you will know
    Why I'm not afraid of death
    It's just a natural process
    When you have nothing left

    Death is everyone's closest friend
    He's gunna get us in the end
    Ain't nothing that'll save our souls
    But there's no traces of hell coals

    Nothing is my partner in the world
    My earthly house of pure delight
    No it's not a house of ill repute
    It's just the end of wrong and right

    Just another soul fake god's lost
    Didn't care about the potential cost
    I'm anti-flat earth society dear
    And thier complex of guilt and fear
    One more round; one more low.

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    Here we go... just thought I'd get another one up for you all to muse over. Please be gentle...

    -Grey

    bound
    you cannot see me
    but you know i'm there
    i cannot help you
    it's just not fair
    innocence
    still evident in your eyes
    but ignorance
    even through many tries

    unpossible sacrifice
    you'd give it all away
    even for nothing
    forgiveness will fade

    i hate you for leaving
    without goodbye
    but i am chained
    to your lie

    unfathomable
    inexorable compromise
    despite you and i's perfections
    you just tossed me aside

    jaded thoughts
    i want to see your tears
    because of all i lost over you
    i want to see your fears

    our light has faded
    we can never be found
    but in all this we are still
    bound
    -Grey

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    Why do I want to live so much
    What's my reason to survive
    Give me a reason, sell me a reason
    Don't let me die without drive

    I don't know why I'm here
    Not sure if I want to stay
    Sell me a reason not to cry
    When I hate the game we play

    Throw me in a pit of bodies
    I'm just as dead as they are
    But I've got right to live still
    My mind is my bodies scar

    Why do I live for tomorrow
    Do I have some kind of destiation
    Destiny is a tragic farce
    When you witness the devestation
    One more round; one more low.

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    I <3 that poem, Leon. I dont know, i love the line "sell me a reason". For some reason it just stands out at me and goes "phwoar!" It really touches my heart and makes me stop and think. Which is great Good emotion stirring poetry.



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    Wow Pancake, glad you liked it - this poem is a little darker: it's my way of saying I've got no sympathy for people who commit suicide because they find the world too hard.

    Whipping boy won't die
    Shades his eyes as they cry
    He doesn't want to be
    Why he's still alive to see

    Let him curl up and die
    Breed us a stronger man
    Allow the weak to perish
    Avoid them if you can

    There's no point in saving
    Those with no reason to live
    We've got death for them
    It's the best we can give

    Suicide, at his funeral we cry
    All he wanted to know
    Was that we'd understand
    But we're crying for his choice.
    One more round; one more low.

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    Die a Little
    Why can’t you see?
    All this pain you’ve inflicted me?
    I cannot breathe,
    I’m just another walking disease

    She loves me, she loves me not
    I’m torn apart by will forgot
    I’m born again, cause I feel alive
    How many lies can you hold in your eyes?

    I can’t go on much longer, I choke
    She must’ve been much strong, I hope
    She was the one for me, but I try
    She was the one I see, she cries

    She cries and I die a little

    She loves me, she loves me not
    I’m torn apart by will forgot
    I’m born again, cause I feel alive
    How many lies can you fit in your eyes?

    What a surprise, you love me?
    You lied
    All these times, you mean
    You cried

    She cries and I die a little

    She cries and I die a little

    She loves me, she loves me not
    I’m torn apart by will forgot
    I’m born again, cause I feel alive
    How many lies can you jam in your eyes?

    How many lies can I cry a little?
    How many cries can I die a little?
    How many dies can I lie a little?
    Lying and crying and dying…

    … but all for you, my baby…

    Adieu,
    Zak Hunter

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    Now On Sale: Love (Half Price)
    I hate a lot of things, I hate a lot of people
    I hate you
    The way you close your eyes as I become paralyzed
    It’s true

    You care for nothing but yourself and nothing else
    I hate to say
    But I hate a lot of things, but you’re the worst thing
    That I hate today

    I hate a lot of things: I hate to love, I hate to think
    I hate these words I speak: Is it love and is it peace
    I hate the phrases true: From Hallmark, baby, I love you
    I hate the fucking game: The love today is all the same

    I hate the thought of God, the thought of the universe
    And everything outside
    These thoughts circle my head, where will I be when I’m dead
    When I close my eyes

    And maybe when you blink, the world shuts off cause you can’t think
    You do derive
    The entire world is your own imagination, you’re dreaming
    Cause you died

    I hate a lot of things: I hate to love, I hate to think
    I hate these words I speak: Is it love and is it peace
    I hate the phrases true: From Hallmark, baby, I love you
    I hate the fucking game: The love today is all the same

    I hate that you’re a slut, although I can’t say much
    Cause I still go inside
    I stay around for that, the simple sex turns my heart black
    But please don’t cry

    Cause I can’t stand you when you’re down, and I’m around
    It’s fucking dumb
    I hate that shit, I hate to think, but I love to drink
    Until I’m numb

    I hate a lot of things: I hate to love, I hate to think
    I hate these words I speak: Is it love and is it peace
    I hate the phrases true: From Hallmark, baby, I love you
    I hate the fucking game: The love today is all the same

    Just about how the whole "love" thing pisses me off and how "love" is a commercialized attempt at sales when you feel the need to buy your significant other a gift those several times of the year.

    Love isn't derived of material possessions.

    Adieu,
    Zak Hunter

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    My Guest

    My guest arrived just yesterday
    Now he sits there
    In the chair across from me
    And doesn't say a word.
    He's been there for quite some time.

    Perhaps I have offended him?
    I would not do so purposefully.
    I am the very heart and soul of courtesy.
    I attempt an apology
    And my guest ignores me.
    I will not try that again.

    My guest sits there
    In the chair across from me
    And doesn't say a word.

    I speak of the classics
    Trying to rouse his attention.
    He does not stir.
    Perhaps they do not interest him.
    Talking of the theater
    Fares just as badly.

    It saddens me.
    I am the very heart and soul of courtesy.

    My guest sits there
    In the chair across from me
    And doesn't say a word.
    He's been there for quite some time.

    Is my guest comfortable?
    That chair is hardened wood.
    And he wears his tie so tightly.
    My servant moves to loosen it
    And my guest slumps forward.

    It makes me smile slightly.
    I am the very heart and soul of courtesy.

    My guest sits there
    And doesn't move or say a word
    In the chair across from me,
    In the chair beside the door.
    He's been there for quite some time.

    I ask how long he will stay.
    He doesn't give a reply
    And I am not surprised.
    Tomorrow, I tell him,
    He and I will tour the gardens.
    My other guests enjoyed it so.
    They have yet to leave them.

    I am the very heart and soul of courtesy.
    The Place That Is No More - Because the world needed to hear me rant and rave.

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    Well, I'm not much of a poet, but here's a little cheesy pop/rock love song I wrote last year that became sort of a local hit in my dorm for about a week, lol. Most of the appeal lies in the melody, not the lyrics, but I thought I'd throw this up for fun. ^.^

    ~ Cerulean Dawn ~

    Sun peaks over the hilltops through leaves of red and orange
    And shines into her eyes like a bright morning sunrise
    What to do with these feelings
    He doesn't know anymore
    It's no surprise that under these blue skies
    He's falling in love... again

    Against castle walls of flagstone and ivy
    They sit together before the dawn
    Staring out at the sun
    And a sky of possibilities
    They both believe it now
    They're falling in love

    And the sunrise captures every moment
    Under skies of red she rests her head
    And everything's new
    And he finds her after a thousand shades of starlight
    Have passed away under the rising morning sun
    Sitting there with her, he knows that she's the one...


    Sun rises over the ocean against a sea of blue
    The crashing waves sparkle sunlight up on you
    You're beautiful
    And with every passing moment
    That I look into your eyes
    I know we're fallin in love

    And the sunrise captures every moment
    Under skies of red you rest your head
    And everything's new
    And I'll find you after a thousand shades of starlight
    Have passed away under the rising morning sun
    Sitting here with you, I know that you're the one...


    ...for me
    And you hold my hand
    As we walk on the sand
    The night fades away
    But we've still got today
    Moments pass and float off into the sky
    You look at me and you hold on tight
    We will soar on the wings of the dawn, baby
    And everything will be alright, yeah...

    And the sunrise captures every moment
    Under skies of red you rest your head
    And everything's new
    And I'll find you after a thousand shades of starlight
    Have passed away under the rising morning sun
    Sitting here with you, I know that you're the one.

    We are half-hearted creatures,
    Fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us,

    Like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum
    Because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea.

    We are far too easily pleased.

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    Hey...

    Do you remember that song we heard?
    It was a pretty long time ago…
    But it was soft, and sweet and powerful
    And if you turned it up loud enough, in your best friend’s presence
    You could feel the lyrics twist around your essence
    Hug it tight until your breath became short
    And we drank the sonnet deep
    We drank, and drank and drank until we could drink no more
    And when the song was over, we‘d sing it then ourselves
    And sing it in our sleep
    Over
    And over
    And over

    Until the whole neighborhood heard
    Until our throats were desert dry with wear
    Until we were starting to forget some of the words
    Until our voices became so tired, the words were but a whisper in the air?
    Even then we were singing

    Because it was a beautiful song
    It sang of love and wonder and fury and hate
    It sang sadness and justice and demands for the truth
    It sang of angels and demons and souls that danced ‘t’ward Hellgates
    It screamed a melody unhampered and sung by our youth
    It sang lilies and goblins and manticore dreams
    It sang desperate streets and moonlight dances
    It sang bitterly of lust and deception with rock n’ roll screams
    And it sang of bloodlust in one’s soul and unjustified romances

    It was a song
    A special song
    And one that everyone knew
    I think my brother knew it
    And your cousins knew it
    Our teacher knew it
    And the shopkeeper could sing it with ease
    And the kid down the street, Jimmy knew it in seventeen languages
    (Including Finnish and Japanese!)

    It was a dancing, twisting melody
    That could have been sung for ages,
    That throbbing, potent rhapsody,
    It must have been written by sages
    Yes, it really was one hell of a song

    They don’t write ‘em like that anymore
    Sure, we have some imitations
    Thrown out by syndication
    But they feel flat and trite and dull
    And nothing like that song of yore
    ‘Cause they decided that those kind of songs
    Are the sort that nobody likes, are the sort that are vile
    They said, “We know what’s best for you, we know what doesn’t belong”
    So they opened the radios, they threw out the dial
    And stuffed them all full with tripe

    But I still remember that old melody
    The one we all knew by heart
    The song that breathed pure ecstasy
    Even if it never climbed to the charts
    It was simple
    It was loud
    It was glorious and honey sweet
    It screamed with guitars and drums and banjos
    A song surely written in dapper dipped ink
    But one thing still eludes me…
    How did it go?
    Do you remember?
    How did it go?!
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    ~~~~
    Insomnia

    Eyes close.

    Breathing slows.

    Sleep flirts from afar,
    beckoning with
    the crook of a finger.

    Body turns fitfully,
    covers crumple
    into an accordion
    of peaks and valleys.

    Sleep scurries
    behind a corner,
    peers out hopefully.

    Unbidden thoughts streak
    across the dark canvas
    of the mind's eye,
    coiling and stretching,
    slithering and writhing,

    Banishing sleep
    to the murky shadows
    once and for all.
    ~~~~~~~~
    Another Teenager Loser

    I’m just another loser.
    I’m lost among this pace.
    Left with nothing and no one,
    On this planet’s face.
    Would it ever cross your mind,
    If I was gone and cold?
    Buried six feet under.
    Would your grievance unfold?
    I hate this hell I brace.
    Liked by few,
    Loved by none.
    I feel like my problems would be solved,
    With the use of a gun.
    No one would miss me,
    No one would care.
    And you can’t say that you would,
    Because you’ve never been there.
    I’ll make this quick.
    Make it easy.
    And when you see my blood-soaked skull,
    I hope it makes you queasy.
    This is my only revenge.
    The only way to make you feel pain,my pain.

    ~~~~~~~
    Fear goes to Anger
    Anger goes to Hate
    Hate goes to Suffering
    Suffering leads to Death

    *F*ck this ****
    I despise this life
    Love is ****
    Anger is what I like
    Hate is what I love

    When taken away from your
    Family and home
    your life
    Can become a living hell.
    But there cannot be
    Darkness without
    Some light.

    There is no beginning or end.
    Yesterday is history.
    Tomorrow is a mystery.
    Today is a gift.

    *Love can be good.
    Love can be evil.
    Love can be blind.
    What else love could be?
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    Why can't you get away from me,

    What have I ever done to you,

    If only I could see,

    Without you blocking me,

    From the worlds true light,

    Where there is not a fight,

    Oh why can't you let me go,

    Why do you always tell me no,

    What have I ever done wrong,

    And as I sing this song,

    I wonder what is truly behind the veil,

    What if I fail,

    On my journey to light,

    Will I see the hideous sight,

    Oh it terrifys me so,

    Nowhere to go,

    I am trapped in my own mind,

    As I am in each kind,

    Reality and fantasy,

    But what if I succeed,

    What will I do then for I still will be filled with greed,

    Oh why can't you just let me go,

    Why do you always tell me no,

    If only I could see,

    Without you blocking me...

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    one i've been working on, can't think of a satisfactory title =(

    If I sit still out a place long enough I hear more.
    Bugs chirp from both sides of me.
    I can hear the machinery in the background, earth movers.
    My eyes dart to the gravel.
    Sometimes it's a gerbil, sometimes a paper bag.
    If I sit still long enough I can start to put names with colors.
    I merely liked and disliked once.

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    Just something I invented after reading some articles about society going downhill

    ..And we all fall down
    So I guess we're fucked again
    Some lost others condemned
    Lock me in with my PHD
    Society is falling to misery

    The minutes seem so long
    So long since we went wrong
    Fuck you and your degree
    I live to kill this society

    I'm the crusader of reality
    Knocking down your idealogy
    It's not my fault your alive
    But you living gives me drive

    Can't sell me a reason
    But you accuse me of treason
    I'm here to rape your ideals
    Because the darkness appeals

    We're only going to die
    Time for lust and time to lie
    Today is tomorrow's yesterday
    And today is when we betray

    But when we all fade away
    Into creatures of yesterday
    When all who know us die
    Nobody will laugh or cry.
    One more round; one more low.

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    Making Yourself at Home

    Your words were just
    what I did not want to hear.
    As we drive home,
    I feel stupid for my tears

    I swear, I'll be okay
    Just give it time to settle in,
    once it makes itself at home.
    In the mean time, I'll be fine,
    but pretending makes it worse

    Here's how I feel,
    so don't tell me I can't be
    fighting currents,
    just to keep my head above.

    I swear, I'll be okay.
    Just give it time to settle in,
    once it makes itself at home.
    In the mean time, I'll be fine...
    I'll be fine..

    I heard your sweet voice whisper
    Your teeth pierced my ears
    As we drove though this town
    It was all so familiar

    I've must have been here before
    You've pretended before
    I heard your sweet voice whisper
    It was all so familiar



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    Mt. Irrelevance (Lyrics)

    (Verse 1)

    Burning in the sun.
    We never stop
    For when we slow,
    Reaped are our souls.
    No matter how hard we try,
    We walk, or we die.

    (Verse 2)

    Playing, having fun;
    Memories past,
    For now we run,
    To avoid the inevitable.
    To dodge the death,
    On Mt. Irrelevance.

    (Verse 3)

    Taking it in stride.
    Encouraging words,
    Were all lies.
    We walk a path,
    A road to stay alive,
    Abandoned on our line.

    Abandoned by our time.
    Abandoned on our line.(x2)

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    Where have my wings gone?
    I don't know what you did
    But it's torn me up inside
    I've got all these feelings
    That I'd rather hide

    I have these daydreams
    Why can't they just die
    These thoughts of happy ends
    That make me almost cry

    I've got to get the answer
    But I don't want it to be true
    Because I know what it is
    And I don't know what to do

    If it was up to me I'd die
    I can see the future so I know why
    I'm living this life as a lie
    Because without my wings I never fly
    One more round; one more low.

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    lol Angst

    And sometimes I wonder why
    I’m so fucked up on the inside
    So I write some useless rhymes
    And pretend I was always too strong to cry

    Eyes shut, head hung with sorrow
    Hoping that maybe there’ll be no tomorrow but
    Maybe baby it’ll all work out for us
    Maybe you’ll set me free

    Oh why—I don’t know what you’re doing
    Oh why—I don’t know where we’re going
    Oh why—how did shit get so fucked up
    Maybe baby we were better off in the past

    You say one thing—but mean another
    I can’t read you, but why should I bother?
    I know you’re worth it—you’re worth the fucking world
    And I’d do fucking anything just to please you, little girl

    So now I’m fucking screaming, pulling off my skin
    I don’t know what this meant to you—but I fell too far in
    Everything is nothing now cause you were everything to me
    And nothing can’t be something cause you were everything I need

    Oh why—I don’t know what you’re doing
    Oh why—I don’t know where we’re going
    Oh why—how did shit get so fucked up
    Maybe baby we were better off in the past

    So I close my eyes, and fantasize
    Of times when things were everything and being perfect was worth it all
    So I grin and try, to never die
    Cause you make me feel like living, girl and living makes me think of you

    Oh why—I don’t know what you’re doing
    Oh why—I don’t know where we’re going
    Oh why—how did shit get so fucked up
    Maybe baby we were better off in the past
    Maybe baby we weren’t ever made to last

    A song.

    Adieu,
    Zak Hunter

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    Self-Help
    I can't expect help from you
    And I don't want to help me
    This is the way I choose to be
    A neverending circle of misery

    I don't want to be your friend
    Your just someone I don't know
    All concerned I don't want to
    Sorry if I say it in my show

    My life's just a play for you
    I'm an actor who's lost on stage
    I wake up every morning
    And every night I rage...

    ...Rage myself to sleep
    One more round; one more low.

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    "So so"

    So so, So so
    Words after words blow by
    As rain drops on a car coasting
    While I face the glass gazing
    Words low or lower or wonderful
    Water gliding sideways
    So so still, when will I grow and blow away
    Welcome words low to golden
    Would I be too old then
    Hurry or bury, who's there
    who's there
    sh no

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    Screwing yourself
    I fucked myself over again
    I've learnt to do this very well
    I could be called an expert
    In making my own life hell

    I like to feel all sorts of pain
    It's the only thing real to me
    Without pain theres no life
    And nothing to shade reality

    I'm don't know why you run
    You'll be feeling pain anyway
    And I'll be fucking myself over
    Every day there's debt to pay

    Pain chases, follows you again
    He'll catch up to you in the end
    Can't deny him, can't stop him
    He's going to be your only friend



    A little less alive
    Wake up each day and piss it away
    It's only 24 hours of your life gone
    Only died a little more yesterday

    I'm just throwing away a little more
    Just a little that I didn't need at all
    Death's going to come for my life
    On that day my body shall fall

    Ain't no heaven, ain't no hell
    Not when your dying each day
    I have this life I want to sell

    I can't find a buyer for my life
    It's like a share dropping in value
    Because each morning I'm dying
    Selling chips that were once blue

    Every day I get up
    Each morning I wake
    Look into the mirror
    See the face of a mistake
    One more round; one more low.

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    ze·nith
    n.
    1) The point on the celestial sphere that is directly above the observer.
    2) The upper region of the sky.
    3) The highest point above the observer's horizon attained by a celestial body.
    4) The point of culmination; the peak: the zenith of her career.


    Zenith
    Hello masturbation, my dearest friend
    I haven’t seen you in a while
    But I’d give up women, to see the end
    Of it all beside your smile

    I like smoking chronic, and I’m sure, honey
    You love the green stuff too
    Even if you don’t jump on it, I’ll call you snuggle-bunny
    And schmookypoo

    Zenith, can you hear me? Cause I can see
    You turn your back away
    Are you coming near me? Cause I can see
    You do a double-take
    Could you ever love me? Or are you too fucking
    Perfect for anyone
    Will you ever need me? When you’re all alone
    And looking for some fun

    I know that you’re her best friend, but sometimes
    You just can’t lie to fate
    I know I said I loved her, but I lied so I
    Could get closer to your face

    I know we’re miles apart, but I think
    We could overcome it all
    And it’s straight from the heart, cause baby
    I’d let you be my downfall

    Zenith, can you see me? Cause I’m waving
    My arms as I see you turn away
    Do you ever think of me? Cause I know I think
    Of what could be all day
    Could you ever love me? Or are you too fucking
    Perfect for anyone
    Will you ever need me? When you’re all alone
    And looking for some fun

    Zenith, can you love me? Cause I’m giving
    You all the loving that I got
    Zenith, can you light me? Cause the wind’s
    Blown out the cherry on my pot
    Zenith, can you see me? Cause when I look
    You’re the center of my sky
    Zenith, will you need me? When you’re all alone
    And wishing you would die

    Yeah, I got my problems, but I think that
    Only makes things interesting
    Maybe you could solve them, you could
    Be my fucking everything

    Baby, you’re my zenith, the only thing
    I see when I close my eyes
    I wish that we were in it, cause fantasies
    Only make you want to cry

    Maybe I can’t have it, but that doesn’t
    Really change anything
    Cause baby you were worth it, you
    Were worth it, you were worth it

    Oh baby, you’re all I see when I look into the sky
    And baby you’re all I need when I think about my life
    And baby, you could think, but I’d never change my mind
    You’re just the kind of girl, just the kind of girl
    I fantasize

    Adieu,
    Zak Hunter

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    Black
    And there’s pieces of your hair, they’re everywhere
    All they do is remind me of you
    And there’s fragment’s of your mind, they’re held inside
    And I still won’t know what I lose

    Take your picture off my wall cause after all
    It won’t matter who I still love
    And maybe tonight I’ll make it right cause this
    Moonshine will only get me drunk

    When I’m lighting up a smoke, with every toke
    I’m only reminded of you
    I try to drink it all away, every memory and pain
    Only comes back more true
    Every girl is nothing more than a fucking whore
    When compared to what I try to choke back
    And still sometimes I’m fucking blind and look inside them
    And see nothing more than black

    All that’s good, it falls away, what’s here to stay
    Is only what you’ve not yet lost
    At the end of the day, you weigh your pay and wonder maybe
    If it was worth what it cost

    I try to lie and hold inside what makes me cry
    It’s nothing that I ever saw
    I say that you weren’t much, but now you’re lost, I’m out of touch
    You were nothing that I ever saw

    When I’m lighting up a smoke, with every toke
    I’m only reminded of you
    I try to drink it all away, every memory and pain
    Only comes back more true
    Every girl is nothing more than a fucking whore
    When compared to what I try to choke back
    And still sometimes I’m fucking blind and look inside them
    And see nothing more than black
    I see nothing more than black

    Oh, black is the color of everything
    Black is painted on my skin and clothes
    Black is the way that we die every day
    Black is what God only knows

    I wear black cause my clothes are sinners
    I wear black cause it’s the sun and the sand
    I wear black cause I might be a murderer
    I wear black cause it’s all that I am

    When I’m lighting up a smoke, with every toke
    I’m only reminded of you
    I try to drink it all away, every memory and pain
    Only comes back more true
    Every girl is nothing more than a fucking whore
    When compared to what I try to choke back
    And still sometimes I’m fucking blind and look inside them
    And see nothing more than black
    Oh, I see nothing more than black

    Black is the sun, and the sky, and your eyes
    And the way that we all live and die
    Black is your lips and your tits and the shit
    That tells you the way to get high

    I wear black cause my clothes are the death of spring
    I wear black cause if not, I’ll be damned
    I wear black cause you might’ve been everything
    I wear black cause it’s all that I am

    I wear black cause it’s all that I am

    Adieu,
    Zak Hunter

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    I am new at this but i wrote this a couple of days ago.
    Burning
    Burning passion rages on
    Like a bon fire it always roars
    Warding away all that I love
    Finding out who I am inside
    Means little as I lay in a pool
    This pool is red, and always growing
    From the effervescent cuts of pain that’s deep
    If I cried you’d never see it because the pain is down so low
    So deep inside I never knew
    Where it lead to while it grew
    In constant fear and pain I trust
    All that lies in my eyes full of lust
    If ever you pass me on the street
    You’ll see the skin falling to my feet
    This fire’s burning at my soul
    Ripping its way through a monstrous whole
    It runs rapid through the streets
    That filled my soul with something cold
    Until you blessed it with your love
    So deep inside I never knew
    Where it lead to while it grew
    In constant hate and rage I trust
    All that lies in my eyes full of lust
    You turned away when I said hello
    I never thought you’d be like this
    So cold and distant in pain you sought
    To find the one that burnt your heart
    But why you take it out on me
    Where only our eyes can see
    I know you feel the way I do
    But you just don’t want to admit
    So deep inside but now I know
    Where it leads to as it grows
    For I can no longer trust
    My burning eyes so full of lust

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    Just A Drinking Song
    Oh, I’ve been drunk, drunk, drunk for two years or more
    The bottle’s empty, broken and I’m sleeping on the floor
    And it hurts, hurts, hurts cause my baby is a whore
    Left me for another man cause I love drinking more

    And I smoked, smoked, smoked the fucking day away
    My eyes bloodshot and nothing but laughing in my brain
    And it hurts, hurts, hurts cause I’m all out of grain
    I’d call my dealer up but he’d think I were insane

    And I shoot, shoot, shoot the fucking night goes by
    I shoot so much I swear I might just crumple up and die
    And it hurts, hurts, hurts cause I told her all the lies
    And now she’s gone, I’m here alone with nothing but to cry

    Ah, Johnny’s coming over, he’s bringing lots of beer
    Mary Jane we’ll be smoking for sure without a fear
    And memories of miseries will surely fade away
    But they’ll come back to haunt us when we sober up some day

    Me baby left me empty, no money to my name
    My kids might as well be dead, they think their Pa is lame
    I’ve got no job to work, I lost it long ago
    I’ve just got Johnny Walker and a reddened drinker’s nose

    Drinking’s destroyed everything, it’s made it all the worse
    I’m near-death, starving and ordering my hearse
    Concerning my fragilities, my strengths must be a myth
    For I’ve only got alcohol and friends to drink it with

    But when the day is dead and the night has gone too fast
    Drinking’ll be better than the hell that I lived past
    For my buddies are everything, they’re everything to me
    So let’s throw back some liquor, boys, and sing our miseries

    Ah, Johnny’s coming over, he’s bringing lots of beer
    Mary Jane we’ll be smoking for sure without a fear
    And memories of miseries will surely fade away
    But they’ll come back to haunt us when we sober up some day

    I think of what I once had, I’ve laid it all to waste
    But with me lover alcohol, it’ll be okay
    Memories of miseries will surely fade away
    But they’ll come back to haunt us when we sober up some day

    - - -

    Adieu,
    Zak Hunter

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    Default Something out of Nothing (a poem for those with writer's block... like me)

    Howdy-hey, all. Well, I've got about a bajillion ideas for fanfics and I can't focus on any one of them or get any of them half-way started or anything like that. However, I am still in the mood to post something here, so I've got this poem I did for English class about a week ago. We're studying the poets of the Romantic period, and this is supposed to emulate the style of... the style of... I forget which one. They were all a bunch of fairly depressed guys who had visions and died young anyway, it's hard to tell them apart.

    Now, this here poem has no rhyme scheme and no organized meter, so if you're the type that finds this aesthetically displeasing then you might want to hightail it out of here... I just... kind of wrote it. See below the poem for more.


    Something out of Nothing

    Just a few words on a sheet of paper-
    At least, there are supposed to be.

    Sitting and staring at empty blue lines
    Or a blank white computer screen
    A thoroughly obnoxious plane of absolutely
    Nothing.

    Dear God, how frustrating this is!
    The words just aren't coming out.
    The only sounds are gnashing teeth
    And pounding fists, a banging head-
    Not altogether helpful when you need to concentrate.

    Why is it so always so freaking difficult
    To get your thoughts on paper?
    To press a few keys on the keyboard
    And make a cohesive sentence or two?
    To write something beautiful that resonates with people,
    That means something to someone, something to me.

    Just a single sentence, a single paragraph
    That just might help someone relate to me-
    Bring a friend a little closer,
    Make a stranger not so strange-
    Something out of my heart, my experience
    That I can share with some
    And help others start to explore...

    It's such a noble plan, such a lovely undertaking...
    So why is it so hard?!... hey...

    Just a few words on a sheet of paper-
    They've finally appeared, and I like what I see.


    So yeah, there she is. I couldn't come up with an idea for a poem for this assignment, and then I figured: Hey, why not write about my writer's block? Who knows, maybe looking at this again will inspire me to just pick a fanfic and write the dang thing already.

    Comments? Critiques? Any human conversation or companionship at all?


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    Hrm. Not bad, Phoenix, not bad at all. Of course, I've seen your work and this isn't your best, but I still like it. Certainly a clever idea, though... reminds me of the time in fourth grade I put off writing my story until like the morning before, and I wrote it about the dream I'd had the night before, ending it with "And then today, October 30, I uh... I woke up." ...okay, so all you other people didn't need to know that, but I am currently in the mood to ramble and so you'd all better deal with it.

    I don't care too much for the last lines of some of the stanzas, like that one about needing to concentrate... would it have been possible to re-write the line so that it was more about the noise specifically being distracting, and then maybe made it fit the meter a little better? I know you said it's not supposed to have a meter, but that line just seems jarring to me; it looks too long compared to the rest.

    All in all, though, very nice. Are you gonna post those other ones you did for class that you told me about?

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    Thank you, Kratos, for actually deigning to reply to this even though you told me yesterday you wouldn't.

    Yeah, I know this isn't my greatest, I was really just looking for something to post while I was stewing angrily and trying to think of which fic to work on first. Why don't you post one, like The Domino Detectives, Pokemon Trainers, God of War or Tales II: Seeds of War? Maybe seeing your stuff up here, after years of telling you that this place is where your fanwork needs to go, will help get my brain juices going...

    And I remember that story. It was stupid. Why must you bring back a memory that serves no purpose other than to make my brain hurt again after seven years of trying to forget it? You have the most idiotic dreams, Kratos... thanks anyway for the reply though.


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    I'm no poet, so I can't give a lengthy critique or anything. It's a cool poem, pretty much reflects writer's block to a tee. Fortunately *knocks on wood* I don't have writer's block at the moment, but I certainly have in the past, so this is certainly something most writers can relate to in some way or other.

    Verged on moving this to the Poetry Corner, but it is substantial enough - and individual enough - to stand in it's own thread. If any other mods have a prob, PM me.

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    Writer's block... now having one... Funny, I just read somewhere, on a comic strip on how to cure writer block.

    Quite good poem. Who would have thought to put the subject of writer's block as a poem? I ain't an expert on poem, but it's pretty good.

    Now off to fix my writer's block then...
    Please take it easy~

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    Ah, yeah, darn it. I forgot there was a Poetry Corner... whoopsie. Thankies for the replies, though.


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    Death is the Finale
    That’s what they all say
    so don’t care what’s around you
    Just be happy that we let you live another day

    So drink your spirits down and laugh
    As the cripple sings his tune
    If Death is the finale
    Let this goddamned show go on
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Meh, back to life %.%

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    Distant dreams melded into one abstract portrait of views.
    If only I could but grasp one of those ideas, one of those saviors, one of those aspirations.
    Perhaps then I could taste the ripe flavor of reality and feel the carress of sensibility.
    But the eyes are closed and blind to the light, seeing nothing in darkness and darkness in nothing.
    Divine harmonies floating upon a bath of intertwined fantasies.
    If only I could remember the forgotten, remember the faint truths, remember the burdens.
    Perhaps then I could sense the self and tremble to the cold of lonely absense.
    But no breath will come for all is evaporated to the bleakness of winter.
    Brilliant happiness expanding to burst the crimson worlds.
    If only I could paint those colors, paint those dancers, paint those simplicities.
    But the none are lost in the darkness to the unforgiven lands



    A Little Girl
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    There is a little girl

    She cries at night
    There is no one to tuck her in
    No one to place a soft, velvety blanket over her body
    No one to sing her a lullaby of olde
    No one to place a sweet kiss upon her forehead
    There is no one and she is alone

    There is a little girl

    She screams at night
    There is no one to feel her pain
    No one to wrap their arms of protection around her
    No one to whisper a comfort
    No one to smile and make her forget
    There is no one and she is bleeding

    There is a little girl

    She walks at night
    There is no one to take her hand
    No one to guide her along the darkened path
    No one to give her a ride
    No one to pick her up and carry her off
    There is no one and she is lost

    There is a little girl

    She falls at night
    There is no one to catch her body
    No one to cuddle her with warmth
    No one to arrive to rescue
    No one to show her own wings
    There is no one and she is dying

    There is a little girl

    She died at night
    There was no one there
    No one to offer a hug and a prayer
    No one to save her from herself
    No one to watch over her and understand
    There was no one and she is gone
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    I'll dive in with hired energy
    That's what I've decided
    Shock value aside
    Call this what loss of pride did
    Shyness curtained curtailed curt
    One line after one line
    And after that?
    No one clapped
    Long drive back
    I won't but the songs fight back
    The next day zaps by
    While I dive in with hired energy

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    Just something I put together the other night. Kinda dark, kinda weird. Probably sucks, but oh well.



    Closed Door


    Are they near?

    I hear them.

    Are they coming?

    Those are their footsteps.

    Can they hear me?

    They are louder now.

    How close are they?

    They have stopped.

    Are they there?

    I hear knocking.

    Are they entering?

    The knob is rattling.

    Am I safe?

    I hear a keychain.

    Can I hide?

    The door is unlocked.

    Can I run?

    They have entered.

    Can I die?
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    i'm digging the darkness

    this one isn't as dark

    --
    when the advice quiets
    and the mobs and riots leave
    me with an evening,
    and even their echoes exit single file.
    when truth shows up best
    against a dark ceiling
    and so do you.
    when we fall asleep as fatalists
    because that's the only way to.
    we fall asleep to eventually,
    but til then no one sees
    our what ifs and could bes
    against that private dark.
    imagining again.
    and we can be each other's lullabies
    and we can hum through
    our inexplicable smiles at dawn
    but for how long before we're drawn enough
    to want more and admit this.

    when emotions come as a threat
    prepare for regret

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    Hourglass


    With skin so pale
    As to be translucent
    As light shines on it and through it.
    Fluted from top to middle
    And from the bottom too,
    The body curves gracefully.
    But so fragile is she,
    With a soul of sand,
    She is surrounded by crutches,
    Like the columns of a temple,
    And she will stand beautifully
    While time drifts by,
    For not even time
    Can cause glass to die.



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