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    Default Poetry Corner

    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.

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    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

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    Default 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.

    --------------------------------------------------------
    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)

    --------------------------------------------------------

    i really did have a dream like that last night.
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    Default ^^;

    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. ^^

    -------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    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?"

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    Default 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.

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    Default 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.

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    Default 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.

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    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!?

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    Default 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

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    Default "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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    Default 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

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    Default 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.

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    Default 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.




    Watch out for my new fanfic - Changing times

    * Chapter 1 Up! *


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    Default :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 --

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    Default 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.

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    Default 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.

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    Default 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

    **

    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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    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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    Quote Originally Posted by PancaKe
    thats a cute poem about love. It captures what i want to feel one day ^.^ I wanna fall in love. awww
    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
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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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    Quote Originally Posted by shazza View Post
    Mt. Moon gives me that similar feeling I used to get when I would wake up first thing in the morning as an 11/12 year old and get excited about browsing TPM.

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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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    Quote Originally Posted by shazza View Post
    Mt. Moon gives me that similar feeling I used to get when I would wake up first thing in the morning as an 11/12 year old and get excited about browsing TPM.

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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,
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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-
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    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

    dratini by day

    haunter by night

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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

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