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    Quote Originally Posted by PancaKe
    Lol. I quite like that poem. It makes me feel happy inside for some reason. I know that probably wasnt what you were trying to achieve, but its the effect it has had. *shrugs* i guess just your choice of words for expressing that were a bit abstract, and im a very abstract person.

    either way i really liked that.
    its meant to be funny
    the beging part was a bunch of nonsense that i used to try to sound smart

    Here's my new poem.

    Life

    Life is like a lukewarm soup.
    Like fluffy clouds and stinky poop.
    Do you want to join the group?
    Or turn away and fly the coop?
    Follow a Dog named Snoop?
    Watch Arsenio and go whoop?
    Get killed with your army troop?
    Or sing Salt N Pepaís Shoop?
    Follow a rap culture loop?
    Or find some cat litter to scoop?
    Find a little kid to dupe?
    Grow wings and learn to swoop?
    Argue is it's meeps or moops? (Seinfeld joke)
    Or work for a paper and get the scoop?
    Go and buy a hula-hoop?
    Or find more words that rhyme with oop?

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    I like your style. I enjoy it very much. Your words are so funny!



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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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    Thank you Pancake!
    You're my favorite critic.

    Music

    Hereís a subject that makes me tick.
    I turn on the radio, and I get sick.
    Assaulted by genreís like pop and rap.
    Iím sick of all this mindless crap!
    GIVE ME ALTERNATIVE! GIVE ME PUNK!
    Not this stupid media junk!
    Music to which I can rock.
    Not the music that I can mock!
    Take away these poppy tunes.
    That ruin every afternoon.
    Give me songs with actual meaning!
    Please God do some intervening!

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    Quote Originally Posted by ryandude713
    Thank you Pancake!
    You're my favorite critic.
    I think I'm my favourite critic too.

    Support

    Nothing to do
    Nothing to say
    I'm worried about you
    And the way you behave

    To old to cry
    To young to know
    Which way to turn
    Exactly how to cope

    I want you to know
    I am here by your side
    Here's my shoulder
    If you wanted to cry



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    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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    Just pretty much wrote this all down in boredom...Kinda my true story of the school year so far.

    Pride, Shame, and Too Much Vanity: A High School Story

    Hold your head high, let the world know how you feel,
    Way too much of this ignorance today.
    It sickens me to the extreme,
    I just want to get away.

    Only a month of this game and I'm tired,
    it's too hurtful, it's risky, it's lame.
    How every day you live to be battered,
    I hide away, in my shame.

    Away is where I want to be,
    away from this constant vanity.
    Stereotypes, stereotypes, and more stereotypes,
    is what we give; there is no sanity.

    Turn away to see the embarassment I feel,
    the pain in harassment on homecoming day, the shame,
    because their vanity has blinded them from their actions:
    harassing one's family with a stupid parade.

    Tiger fan I am no more,
    after what they have done to me.
    The insecurity of the administration,
    has ran off my father, hurting me, and my sanity.

    The taunts I can no longer stand,
    because my dad had done his job.
    Refusing to step near me thinking what I would do,
    pulling their face, and creating a mob.

    "Perhaps tomorrow will be okay,"
    what my mother will always say.
    I can see the lie beneath it,
    I have no choice but to go away.

    Maybe to the east lies my destiny,
    somewhere else I might be happy.
    Towards the ocean, the sunrises, and storms,
    where perhaps, there won't be too much vanity.

    ...I'm not dead yet!

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    I did not know such a poetry topic existed... I shall defile it with my mediocre poetry! If these come off as dark, I only tend to write poems when I'm in a bad mood, so...
    -----
    afraid of death's embrace
    embrace the fear of death
    daemons dancing in my heart
    to the music of my soul
    -----
    I've never seen a bluer sky
    Never seen a more cloudy day
    As I walk
    In the rain
    -----
    holding on to what was
    never embracing what is
    living in a figment
    of someone else's mind
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    need some sleep to clear my head
    need to sprawl out on my bed
    seeking solace in my dreams
    ...nothing but empty screams
    -----
    I don't know why, but I tend to write in four lines. and I don't title my poems, so meh.

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    Wild West

    The dust sinks upon the ground,
    And the sun sinks below the distant hills,
    Golden rays cast upon the sandy floor,
    Not a sign of life anywhere in sight.

    A town out here in the middle of nowhere,
    Who in their right mind would choose to live here?
    A small colony of people, badly armed nor prepared,
    Dreading the return of the evil ones.

    What hope did they have? They had none back then.
    What hope do they have? Still they have none, even now.
    If they returns today, to take the lives of those women and children,
    And grown male adults too,
    Who is to say they won't get you?

    ~

    Not too sure about this one... any comments would be nice.

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    Fear
    Cold hands on the moon
    Swinging under the night
    Watching shadows waltz
    Under a shadow of spite

    Twins ascend nights sun
    Dragging down yet away
    Where is morning coming
    After an icy blacked day

    Cold spiteful people cry
    As the sun of darkness
    Shows his eternal vigil
    On the frills of a dress

    The reason is unknown
    How can darkness hold
    His own powerful peaks
    With people as his gold
    One more round; one more low.

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    For Janice
    When youíre high you never ever want to come down
    And just when things canít get any better they do
    Invincibilityóthis feeling wonít ever drown
    And the feeling will be carried right on through

    Your lips are beautiful, carved purely of bliss
    And every time I feel them against mine I sigh
    With relief and cry through my teeth, a moment like this
    Is the moment that makes the heavens want to die

    The black hair is drawn around yourself
    The black hair is drawn to simulate the night
    It illuminates your features, opens inner wealth,
    And your flesh becomes a beacon of light

    Open this beacon. Open it and show your beauty
    To the world, who has been hidden from all of this
    How could they be hidden, itís no wonder they live unruly
    But with a woman like you itís a hit or itís a miss

    Open the beacon
    Enter the light
    Illuminate and
    Rape what is right

    Wrote it for my girlfriend, Janice. I tried a new way of doing rhyming in the fourth stanza-- because it sort of carries on into a sentence, and it's just totally unlike my normal style. I sort of like it.

    Adieu,
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    Replaced

    She has a hard time trying to say
    no to that person that wants things his way
    they wont always go the way that he
    wants and it wont always be
    that way....

    but the look in her eyes
    said she was excited
    her curious mind said
    she was slightly frightened
    you stole from her
    what can never be returned
    she was once an innoncent face
    would you believe its been replaced...



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    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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    This one I made up tells the story of a girl emotionally drained when her friends had suddenly changed and began to hate her.

    Downed Spirit

    Every day she awakes,
    to the outer bliss of rain.
    Fallen hopes, causing quakes,
    of emotion breakdown and pain.

    Nothing was the same since that day,
    the day that degraded her health.
    Drained, she slowly brushed back her hair,
    degraded of character wealth.

    "No longer the daughter I once knew,"
    says her mother, lowered in hope.
    She wanted her daughter's spirit anew,
    no longer the figure that can only mope.

    Her downed spirit, no longer awake,
    her faith gone after that one day.
    She whispers before an emotional quake,
    "Can there be some other way?"

    Her eyes closed in reminensence,
    azure orbs drowned in tears.
    She picked up the evanesence
    as she tried to forget her fears.

    One that day she was betrayed,
    her amber hair had slowly drained.
    Stereotypes had tainted friends,
    "You f*cking emo!" they shouted, as she was maimed.

    "Stop stealing rock from punks!" One cried,
    as she groveled in her pain,
    until others pulled her out,
    that one day she was betrayed.

    How could they change overnight?
    How could their souls lose light?
    Trying to forget, she turned away,
    not wanting to go back that day.

    ...I'm not dead yet!

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    Society
    Razors cut scars away
    Flailing iron of the roof
    Black bats encircle you
    Cutting on your tooth

    Watch night fall down
    Wake up now children
    Sorrows are to drown

    Revolution of insanity
    Degrading Intelligence
    Blood on the children
    Losing lifes innocence

    Welcome to my world
    Trying to be a pioneer
    Fates yet not unfurled

    Wake in your morning
    The future is unknown
    Rivers of silent death
    Killing a standing drone
    One more round; one more low.

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    Why the Hell Not?
    Clenched in your fist is my heart which you rape
    The fingers wrapped around do defy and desecrate
    With every word spread aroundóI feel it is too late
    To redeem myself, but baby, we all need someone to hate

    So, why not me?
    Why canít everyone join arms and walk in circles
    Going nowhere, youíre never going anywhere
    Youíre never going anywhere with life

    The words encircle my head, it spins
    My outer cage of protection ever so slowly thins
    Why do the words speakóand why do you
    Listen to the words that never speak the truth

    So, why not me?
    Why canít everyone link hands and walk together
    Going nowhereóyou never ****ing go anywhere
    Youíll never go ****ing anywhere with lies

    Adieu,
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    Too Far In

    I've done what I didn't want to do
    Took you and selfishly hurt you
    Now its done I cannot undo
    This damage I'm sorry iI'm through

    I took your hand
    You ate from it
    I led you down
    This forgotten street
    You followed me
    Down this path
    And I left you there
    In your past...

    I went to far to turn back now
    Knew I had to but when and how
    Let it go hope it would be over
    Stayed too long further on down & down

    I took your hand
    You ate from it
    I led you down
    This forgotten street
    You followed me
    down this path,
    and I left you there
    in your past...

    I've done what I didn't want to do
    I'm backing out now so I don't continue
    But it's done already I broke you
    This damage I'm sorry I'm through



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    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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    Intricately Carved Wooden Organs from Blood, Sweat and Tears
    I love life, and life loves me
    Iím about as happy as shit can be
    The smile donít fadeóthe motion dismiss
    Pardon while I slit my wrists

    Call me hate, condemn me a whore
    Iím still the ****er you all love to adore
    Stones on my windows awake me at night
    To nothing but black among absence of light

    And nailed to my tree outside
    Lies a heart Iíd rather hide
    Itís only food for animals to dine
    But to those who careóthe heart is mine

    I know it likes to bleed sometimes
    But I was never one to whine
    The heart pulsates, blood trickles down
    And slowly joins the puddles among the dirty ground

    This is what youíve ruinedóthis is what is left
    Left of life is nothing, and nothing is even less
    Than the something I once hadóbut now that something fades
    And Iím left all alone with even less to hide my pain

    Adieu,
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    Frustration and Children
    Frustration follows me
    Quietly as a beaten dog
    Get the dog out of me
    Stuck in frustrations bog

    Beat the dogs to death
    Amuse thier little faces
    Kill the ****in children
    Put them in thier places

    Leave the weakness
    That is your humanity
    Give yourself away
    To a happy insanity

    Leave me here today
    Like a thinking drone
    Wandering the earth
    For ideals of my own

    Untitled
    Iron bearing hands
    Mark perfect spite
    Holding little shirts
    Into blazing sunlight

    Tore the children
    Pulled them in two
    Never let me think
    To forget about you

    Pressure
    Random rabid unit
    Supporting a reign
    Mothers cry tonight
    Life there to regain

    Silent hunger pain
    Shoot the starving
    Rocking in the cold
    Can't silence raving

    Insane street kids
    Looking for a morsel
    Lost in a cold world
    Used by packard dell

    Making chips for 20c
    Living life in a factory
    Darkness encloses
    A sombre true story

    So Called Forgivness
    Stories passed down
    Leaves falling around
    Drum circles sitting in
    Hate stained ground

    Your claim of loving
    Bullshit all i can say
    Failing reality check
    Still you always stay

    I'm welcoming you
    Back to earthly life
    Living through pain
    Gods creating strife

    Fall off your morality
    Give up your divinity
    Return from fantasy
    Back to life's reality
    One more round; one more low.

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    Back with a song...

    -Revalation-


    Things may get worse,
    But gotta start lookin at the now,
    Still have a heart to nurse,
    But living is just like asking how,
    I may get down,
    So down and depressed,
    Never perminant frown,
    I know I may be looked at less,
    Not the perfect kid,
    No my life not riged,
    What the hell do I think?
    In the system must be a kink,
    Gotta keep livng,
    Gotta keep breathing.

    I know my problem situation,
    I know of my infatuations,
    So many complications,
    What a revalation,

    Im gonna be free,
    Im gonna be me,
    Can't stop me from hating,
    Can't stop me from wanting,
    Something more,
    More to my life,
    Im a normal person,
    what a new revalation,
    So many bright new things,
    Look at what life brings,
    Look at the ups,
    Look at the downs,
    Im a normal person,
    What a new revalation.

    Had so many leave,
    But I soon recovered,
    May not have been a breeze,
    And yes I wont lie I suffered,
    So many tears cried,
    Lost so many people close to me,
    Just like all the times you lied,
    Is that the kinda perosn you wanna be?
    Life is miserable,
    But not reversable,
    Not ashamed of my past,
    Life keeps moving fast.

    I know my problem situation,
    I know of my infatuations,
    So many complications,
    What a revalation,

    Im gonna be free,
    Im gonna be me,
    Can't stop me from hating,
    Can't stop me from wanting,
    Something more,
    More to my life,
    Im a normal person,
    what a new revalation,
    So many bright new things,
    Look at what life brings,
    Look at the ups,
    Look at the downs,
    Im a normal person,
    What a new revalation.

    Yes I love my mom,
    So thankful of her,
    Shes been there to keep me calm,
    My lonely cure,
    So many good laughs,
    I hope it lasts,
    Been there for eachother,
    Yes you were a good mother,
    Might not have showed it,
    So I sing it,
    To you...

    I know my problem situation,
    I know of my infatuations,
    So many complications,
    What a revalation,

    Im gonna be free,
    Im gonna be me,
    Can't stop me from hating,
    Can't stop me from wanting,
    Something more,
    More to my life,
    Im a normal person,
    what a new revalation,
    So many bright new things,
    Look at what life brings,
    Look at the ups,
    Look at the downs,
    Im a normal person,
    What a new revalation.



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    Padlocked
    Thereís a little part of me that I like to hide
    I keep it in a heart shaped box locked up deep inside
    I fear someday that someone just might find the key
    And unlock the secrets that will set me free

    You can don your angel wings but Iíll never fly
    Iím doomed to walk the earth alone and someday I will die
    While those above they soar on wings made of silky strands
    Iíd rather think about these words locked within my hands

    I need to find the meaning, I need to find the light
    I need to find the reason to speak these words tonight
    I need to find a listener, I need to find a clue
    But most of all I need somebody here like you

    And with just a touch from your beautiful grace
    I find your hand gliding across my face
    The shadows that were once here now are blown away
    Unlocked all the secrets that I loved to hate

    A little song I wrote for Janice. Nice Nirvana reference in the first stanza as a subtle comedic point.

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    Writing this kinda reminded me of Dale, a friend I had in Indiana before I moved to here.

    Unwanted Prodigy

    Deep down is the shame of grace,
    A thought that nobody can replace,
    Deep beyond the friendliness of his face,
    A thought known to cause daze.

    In society he was plain and simple,
    but deep beyond the skin,
    was the unwanted prodigy, inevitable,
    intelligence from within.

    He seemed normal, but that was 'cause
    "average" athletics he lacked.
    Here intelligence gets no applause,
    So away he was backed.

    Perhaps he doesn't belong here?
    Maybe within another place
    this unwanted prodigy will have no fear
    with the memory he can't replace.

    The "Unwanted Prodigy" he is,
    deep in the land of ignorance.
    But a feeling he has is this:
    Perhaps this blindness might someday hence.

    ...I'm not dead yet!

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    Tainted, i'd say nice but hehe i'd look like an idiot ay?

    Unexplained
    Call out the army
    Straight out fight
    No more abductor
    End this dull night

    Why steal the kid
    That sad kid away
    Whats up with shit
    Happing now today

    No motives explain
    Mans wax an wane
    As all mortal figures
    Morally still insane

    Brazil
    Cut down the people
    Shoot a hungry child
    Escape bloody reality
    Send all children wild

    Somebody explain it
    I need some answer
    Watch the darkness
    Silent human dancer

    Running into iron sky
    Beneath flow of pain
    Shooting stars scars
    Living under the rain

    Watch the rains life
    Watch all people die
    I'd prefer to lie dead
    Than live a ****in lie

    Tactical Neuclear Missle Strike Kits Sold
    I don't see sense
    From your bullshit
    Government tactic
    A missile strike kit

    Blow up everyone
    Claiming visionary
    Who makes sense
    Plans make insanity

    **** logical policy
    Iron chains of rage
    Shoot the children
    On wars high stage

    No more parties
    No more realism
    No more bullshit
    Shoot sentiment

    Welcome home
    What do i know of it
    I know too much yet
    Where are they now
    Your ideals stay set

    Welcome to my world
    Take out your family
    Spit in your lying face
    Crazy snapping reality

    Making people choose
    Life or tragic negative
    Dodging the compassion
    Like it's a broken seive

    Yourself or a country
    Make your choice son
    Get your assault rifle
    Mens work to be done
    One more round; one more low.

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    Obsession

    Your mind slips slowly into the realm, and you think of one thing alone,
    It becomes not a fascination, not something you merely want,
    It's not even something that you can buy borrow or steal,
    It's an obsession, eating away at you from the inside, until,
    Until you can build up the courage, and get out there and on with it,
    Your every thought and every other thought is of the thing,
    You want it more than life itself,
    But it doesn't come easily,
    And it won't come by itself,
    So instead of moping around inside, getting old and frittering away your time,
    Why not get out there, make something of yourself,
    Rise up through the ranks of the idiots around,
    You're better than that lot,
    Do better than them and prove it,
    Find yourself within yourself,
    Show them what you can do, you can accomplish whatever you desire,
    Don't give into their lies, don't give into their pressure,
    Stand your own ground and fight your way back,
    Don't listen to the man in the sky, and you'll go far. Far. Far.

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    Careless
    I don't care anymore
    Just leave me behind
    Scraping the doormat
    ****ing with my mind

    Don't know my sides
    Flying into my dream
    Don't really care now
    Diving into a stream

    I still try to run away
    Trying to break free
    What makes it hard
    For your kind to see?

    Just something I wrote when frustrated about the stupidity of some things in my country and my life right now.
    One more round; one more low.

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    Garden
    Deep in this garden of death and decay
    Black roses wilt, spawning this dismay
    And listlessly blows the wind forever
    Life seemingly exists never-never

    Forlornóforsaken and biting the teeth
    For orphans do cry and widows do weep
    In this garden of death and decay
    Things will never be okay

    It sits atop a pillar in a little vase
    A black orchid watches the entire gardenís ways
    At the end of the day he brings only the macabre
    Yet the residents of this garden refer to him as God

    Death lives here, Iím sure, among
    The green mist that rides low hung
    Across the gray grass and through the black brick
    Sits a black robed individual with a walking stick

    He smiles through the absence of teeth he does possess
    And with a snap of his bony fingers the life it does commence
    As souls they flood the garden, theyíre dead as dead can be
    Each one of them dons a ball and chain and never will they leave

    Deep in this garden of death and demise
    The orchid looks on without much surprise
    Death sits in his shack in his chair and he waves
    To those who remain lost, and those who will stay

    Not one of my best, but I like it.

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    Breaking the Dawn

    You, my darling, have seen my tears
    Worst of all it exposed my fears
    Childish you may call it, it's worse than a habit
    Because breaking the dawn is soft, but rabid

    Betrayal is the word to describe it
    How I see the blood in your hand
    You couldn't mutter simply 'dammit'
    But now, your life dangles with an opening gland

    You wanted to break the dawn
    But now the feeling has gone
    At the brink of death it is I you leave
    Because it was me you didn't want to believe

    It hurts me how you chose for me to bleed
    But your emotions you did heed
    It was worse for me to watch you open yourself
    And now we are left, like old memories on a shelf

    The memories is all I have to cherish
    As your spirit starts to perish
    There is no reason to ressurect
    For it was us you chose to peck

    The wounds open as we drain
    Crimson rushed away by falling rain
    If you were to listen to me one last time
    I would tell you a final word: Goodbye

    Probably one of my worst yet, but I think it's pretty good.

    ...I'm not dead yet!

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    I'm just so ****in angry
    But I can't release fury
    Too ****in precious to
    Deadly blinding reality

    Can't let this hate out
    Watching my own life
    Can't loose this hate
    Onto a planet of strife

    What won't let me go
    Why am I chaining me
    Whats this earth for
    End this damn insanity

    What does it matter
    Really, whats it worth
    Life in happy bullshit
    Death on this earth
    One more round; one more low.

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    Wrote this in response to the Religion: The Musical thread in Misc. It's kind of my version of it mixed with stress of recent events.

    Our Silent Requiem

    Chained to this mortal Earth I am,
    eternally punished to hear shouts of protest.
    Does this show to you that I was damned?
    Mearly a pawn in this brutal contest.

    Fallen into the oblivion of eternal darkness,
    only left with a single light.
    Forever guiding spirits through the forests
    of this spiritually-controled land without sight.

    Left to fall into the moon,
    left to guide you through the blue.
    The damned cry, wanting their beacon,
    but are they aware that they will weaken?

    Forever I have wanted to be with you,
    but you chose to leave the blue
    and go into the ethereal miasma,
    where religion and science is their plasma.

    With spirit and wings broken I continue forth,
    wanting out forever more.
    But to get out I'll have to change,
    and change is something I cannot do.

    Through the nightly oceans I weep
    As I dolefully call your name.
    Wanting you out of there is an eternal sweep,
    but can you here me? Are you still the same?

    The eternal night whispers our names
    underneath Selene's compassionate glow.
    All I want to know is if you are okay,
    hopefully you didn't deal with woe.

    Forever I have wanted to be with you,
    but you chose to leave the blue
    and go into the ethereal miasma,
    where religion and science is their plasma.

    A bit long, isn't it?

    ...I'm not dead yet!

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    I like it kikyo! ^^

    This ones for a story about a boy cursed by the werewolf.
    Silver Bullet

    Curse of the wolf...
    Runs through my viens..
    blessed by the midnight gaze...
    I howl for the light..
    Silver Bullet Pierce me..
    Oh please..
    Pull the Trigger..
    Release me from the howling maze..

    yeah.. and thats it.. So..

    ~


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    I'm not too good at this poem thing, but I'll try...

    This is for something that I'm not too happy about that happened to a certain TPMer:

    Also, nice poem, Kikyo! I like it!

    Dedicated

    From a normal guy he is
    Elevated to next level
    But now his name on the hated list
    By some irresponsible people

    Take a walk with me
    And you can see these people mocking him
    Watch them flee
    When chased as one, not a team

    You may be one of those people
    Knowing nothing but follow other people
    Don’t you know?
    That you should stop right now

    Say what you what you will
    Say what you might
    But don’t ignore what will
    Happen at the end of the night

    Because this is dedicated to the people
    Who I’m tired of them
    And if you don’t know who he is
    Hey yo, it’s WPM, the unforgiven
    Please take it easy~

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    Meeting
    Today is time to return
    Old friend you are dark
    To a cold hearted world
    Crows inside souls hark

    Watching darkness eye
    Following friendly reality
    We will meet again soon
    Death, gods, this insanity

    Death begins upon birth
    Life is our vision of truth
    Why are we ever hunted
    Death swings on a tooth

    Why are we all so afraid
    Of the promises we made
    Strange perceptions now
    Death is to be denighed

    Until the day we die.

    Freedom
    There is no chain now
    We fly happily and free
    Life and death joined us
    But still we cannot see

    What defines a future
    Some would say respect
    Some would say choice
    The future is to reflect

    On the past we loved
    Of the futured we fear
    Life is but a short time
    For us to make joy here
    One more round; one more low.

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    One Wing to Fly On
    A butterfly with but one wing has nowhere to go but in circlesÖ

    Sometimes you sit around, and think about
    And donít stop thinking
    Sometimes you sit around, and take a bow
    Then donít stop drinking

    I know, I know, just how it feels, to feel so pathetic
    And I know, I know, that nobody could change
    Youíve got your personal theoretic
    On how lifeís just a big shooting range

    Sometimes you canít put the future aside and lay in the past
    Sometimes you canít stop thinking
    Sometimes you canít put the babies to lie and die last
    Sometimes you canít stop drinking

    Sometimes you sit around, and think about
    And donít stop thinking
    Sometimes you sit around, and take a bow
    Then donít stop drinking

    Youíll never go anywhere, youíll never go anywhere
    Everyone tells you, you wonít go anywhere if you keep this up
    Youíll never go anywhere, youíll never go anywhere
    Everyone tells you, but they can shut the **** up

    Whose to blame, weíre to blame, everyoneís to blame
    Itís all the same
    Weíre not to blame, here to blame, everyoneís to blame
    Itís a ****ing shame

    Sometimes you sit around, and think about
    And donít stop thinking
    Sometimes you sit around, and take a bow
    Then never stop drinking

    Ö Until that butterfly hits the ground, and there it fails to live.

    This poem says a lot to me, because it's about my life currently, in general. Parents are pressuring me to keep at my marks and such, but at this point in my life, I just don't care anymore. Used to get 90's and 80's in all my courses, and now I'm down to 70's and 60's because I just never do my work anymore.
    Been drinking a hell of a lot lately, too.

    I like my butterfly analogy.

    Adieu,
    Zak Hunter

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    Nice analogy, Tainted.

    Giving Up, Giving In

    Deeper in, ebbing away
    A memory simply in dismay
    But as downward spirals go onward
    Silent nights keep going forward

    The tree stands as a marking point
    Of what was formerly forgiven
    Giving up and giving in
    Was harder than anything before

    To be called psychotic and needed serious help
    Went deeper than what I could've ignored
    But as the medications begin to be dealt
    Regret is something not going forward

    Intolerant is what they say I am
    Not wanting to see and grow up
    Because agoraphobic is what I am
    They refuse to shut it up

    Giving up and giving in
    Is nothing more than being accused of sin
    But plagued may their memories be
    But will I ever be forgiven?

    January

    To be washed anew is all I desire
    But will it ever happen?
    January's affect is wanting to begin
    And January I deeply admire

    Epiphany always happens cold
    But change is hard to receive
    Washing memories out is a fable told
    And what I can't stand is to deceive

    Children trying to say you're mental
    And their grandparents telling you to **** off
    Pressures me into this feeling
    And this feeling will hardly wash off

    These accusations people have made
    Have truely ruined my thoughts
    Falling through, feeling that I'm to blame
    Will put me with too much in my grave

    What has happened for the past week or two now does take the cake. Besides grades falling, I have been called racist and told that I needed serious mental help, resulting in me having to go through psychiatry starting next week. And yes, the thing involving a child treating me like dirt only so I can be yelled at by his grandparents did happen. I just want the change.

    ...I'm not dead yet!

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    Great analogy Tainted, too bad your banned while im posting this man.

    Meeting the 15 day old wrappers of toilet paper
    Got thrown in the ****in tip
    Chucked by a raving lunatic
    Whats up with a real world
    Normal people make me sick

    Watch the suit and tie guy
    Surviving by the mainstream
    Watch the boring business
    Making the polititians dream

    Don't wanna join them now
    Sitting in the ****ing trash
    I'd rather dodge their shit
    Waiting for thier life to crash

    Nodding my head silently
    Not hearing what they say
    I know it won't be long
    Until the ****ers take me away.


    Pseudo-Hellish Reality
    Ever tried to walk alone?
    Did you ever feel the sky
    Did you feel such sorrow
    You cried then couldn't cry

    Ever tried to find a way?
    Did you ever touch a life
    Did you want to try an die
    In this world full of strife

    Ever tried to live each day?
    Did you ever see a reason
    Did you want to kill a friend
    Greatness made of treason

    Ever tried to run and fly?
    Did you want to die away
    Did you realise how it is
    Theres always a price to pay.
    One more round; one more low.

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    Leon'll like this one.

    Raping the Bible
    Rape, defile and desecrate
    I ainít no God, I ainít no saint
    Of men and mice standing on thin ice
    Despite the light, Iím Anti-Christ

    Why donít you sway side-to-side lightly
    Like the pope with a rope wound tightly
    Round the neck, and I bet he lies nightly
    Just to spite me 'cause he dislikes me

    This is the church, this is the steeple
    Open the doors and thereís all Godís people
    The fingers they wiggle, and the fingers they scream
    When God turned out to be only a dream

    The bible on the breast, the hands against the chest
    A prayer, like a prayer, might a prayer done best
    You take this in stride, alive, the blood in your veins
    Donít personalize this game, He wonít remember your name

    Raping the bible, my one and only mother
    She wants what I want and we want each other
    We live like the angel, we **** like the devil
    Cities of feathers, bedroom of blood and hell

    Raping the bible, my one and only drug
    Addicted to your loviní, injected like a plug
    Alone with or without you, baby, if you hurt does that make you macabre?
    Just as if you **** the scripture, does that make you God?

    I love this one for some reason, when I read it, the rhyming turns itself into a song for me-- and it sounds sort of Zeppelin. I like the whole "This is the church, this is the steeple" inclusion (if you're unfamiliar, it's that little thing kids do with their hands, and it's supposed to represent a church with God's people in it.) I also like how it gets a little sick near the end, talking about ****ing the bible and whatnot-- which makes sense to me.

    To me, ****ing the bible means not entrusting yourself to it, it's like the phrase "**** that," except this time I've taken it literally. I like it. It's a little sick, but hell, I'm a little sick.

    Adieu,
    Zak Hunter

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    How did you guess I'd like an anti-religious poem? And aren't we all a little sick somedays.

    Message Sticks, Card Tricks
    You went and sent me a signal
    Sent me a signal to try and fly
    Hiding the fact of the matters
    When you wished for me to die

    Tried to cut my line of reality
    Then the whole charde died
    We all sat in a ****in circle
    And there we sat and cried

    Did you wonder what hell is?
    You tried to take me there
    But I never let you get me
    And now we cry in a square.
    One more round; one more low.

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    Let's see what ol' Grey has in his vault of written works conveniently placed on a floppy disk in my A: drive...

    ... ah, here we go...



    forgotten lullabies
    a catalog of thought

    Searching for Nothing
    wander aimlessly searching for emptiness not
    something to fill the bitter nothingness void
    lacking all but fear and compromise
    my heart, it feels destroyed

    but then you came along and all was worse
    reminded of things i have not, can not
    reminded only of my loss
    but yet i fight on, every battle fought

    and you keep coming and i shy away
    looking for answers and for reason
    for my nothing but afraid
    each day passing a dying season

    all so happy, yet so sad
    like a manic, ney can i decide
    fear not, i wonít not live-
    -live without leaving you lied (to)

    wander aimlessly searching for glory
    that only He and you could fill
    open eyes, pure heart
    that cannot stand still



    Confession
    like a dream, you try to unlock
    you keep trying, yet you canít
    persistent, you are--but not without hope
    God shines in you, the seeds you plant
    closed eyes, shallow flesh, my sorries
    you look to him, to many fear
    open this heart of mine, for it is buried
    you look to the outside and not the in
    you find happiness in sin, but not just you
    everybody but One, do not fret
    just apologize, that is all that you can do
    like a dream you want but cannot free
    like a young scared child without faith
    trying too hard, and yet not hard enough
    but just try, you may, to keep safe



    The Gift of Forever
    following nothing; i wander further
    losing sight of everything with closed eyes

    working for sorrows that pass me by
    i cannot see through all the painful lies

    falling discouraged day after day, it keeps me down
    exponentially--each day gets a little less good

    i see nothing but sorrow, Ďtis all my fault
    why canít nothing work out the way it should?

    knowing that the end is never there
    i was only promised by Him, the gift of forever

    time never stops for those who need
    like a personal vendetta i must endeavor

    the grave does not present more problems
    pain, the great illusion, goes away that day

    for He is there and ever helpful
    always shining in my shame, so i obey...



    Losing Sight of Reality
    chorus
    but then you came along, and life was but a dream
    sorrow only came once that day, all day as it seem
    a dying flame still dances in my chest
    trying its all not to give up and rest

    verse.one
    when you came in to see me that day, all i did was smile
    then as the time pressed on, i realized i was only a child
    wanting only what i can not
    wishing painful wishes that break all thought

    chorus
    but then you came along, and life was but a dream
    sorrow only came once that day, all day as it seem
    a dying flame still dances in my chest
    trying its all not to give up and rest

    verse.two
    loving you more than any other
    even father, sisters, brothers, and mother...
    before you, life was the almost the same, misery and not
    only reversed to where i was happy least and sad a lot

    bridge
    something tells me inside to keep trying
    something else tells me to myself, iím lying
    oh the Lord sings His grand name in you
    but sometimes i fear that itís too good to be true

    chorus
    but then you came along, and life was but a dream
    sorrow only came once that day, all day as it seem
    a dying flame still dances in my chest
    refusing to rest...


    Cold
    alone, naked i feel, as if there is no problem
    cold, dark i feel, as if You cannot solve them

    afraid, lost, no one really with me
    lonely, scared, am i really free?

    but You came and covered me in a blanket so warm
    You took me away from that place to reform

    calm like me, i wish it never end
    but it canít, for you my God-send

    depressed, no more, i see You there for guidance
    Your spirit, inside me, always there to enchant

    will You always be there to help me?
    even when i fall, will You place me back to see?

    ďyes,Ē says a gentle voice from You
    ďyes, I do...Ē


    The Girl that Stole the Stars
    dear God, i have fallen in love with someone
    who doesnít know my name


    everytime i look into your eyes
    i see a starlit sky, beautiful at its core

    everything you say to me
    stays inside, making me soar

    you make me want to be better than i am
    despite how much harder itíll be

    a dancing flame resides in my heart
    burning ever so bright, for everyone to see

    ever since youíve entered,
    nothing has been the same

    i look to God for guidance
    but still iím confused, keeping my shame

    iím afraid to be without you
    afraid to be lost

    crossing all the rivers in the world
    seeking only your trust

    iím afraid to be here
    alone

    dear God, i have fallen in love with someone
    who doesnít know my name
    -Grey

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    Wow, Greyfox, I must say all of those were amazing. I really like 'Cold'. I sit here reading these there just amazing! I love your style and wow.

    Well here are some more of my writings.



    -For You-

    Am I trying to hard to get you
    Am I screwing us up worse than before
    So much confusion driving me insane
    Im trying my best to give you more
    I just wanna be with you
    I wanna be there with you thourgh the night
    I wanna hold you, kiss you, touch you
    I wanna be the one to make everything right


    Theres a right to a wrong
    Theres a beat to a song
    At the end theres a light
    To get you theres a fight
    Theres so much to your heart
    I never wanna be so far apart
    Is this to wrong to ask
    Are we moving to fast
    Can you explain?
    Why at night it rains
    When I think about us
    Tell me whats the fuss
    Between everyone and the rest

    At night I dream of one perso-n
    That one person to save my soul
    I have to get rid of this paranoia
    Before it hurts and takes a toll
    Im trying my hardest
    I dont wanna hurt you
    Its hard to explain and tell
    So forigve me if I do
    If I do I swear not on purpose


    Theres a right to a wrong
    Theres a beat to a song
    At the end theres a light
    To get you theres a fight
    Theres so much to your heart
    I never wanna be so far apart
    Is this to wrong to ask
    Are we moving to fast
    Can you explain?
    Why at night it rains
    When I think about us
    Tell me whats the fuss
    Between everyone and the rest

    I want you for the rest of my life
    I want you to be the one I love
    I dont want no else
    I dont care how tough
    Im here for you here and now
    I never will leave unless you tell me
    Cant picture not being with you
    With you is how I want my life to be


    Theres a right to a wrong
    Theres a beat to a song
    At the end theres a light
    To get you theres a fight
    Theres so much to your heart
    I never wanna be so far apart
    Is this to wrong to ask
    Are we moving to fast
    Can you explain?
    Why at night it rains
    When I think about us
    Tell me whats the fuss
    Between everyone and the rest



    -Get Me Naked-

    When you walk to me,
    I start to loose my mind,
    Then you start to speak,
    And I can't seem to find,
    All the words locked inside,
    That I wanna let go,
    Then you get closer,
    And I feel so damn cold,
    Whats going on here,
    I wana be set free,
    But you have me so tight,
    Cant find a way to fight,

    You push my walls,
    Take my words,
    Widen the halls,
    Left with no where to go,

    You get me naked,
    Cloths off,
    Have no chance to fake it,
    Take my life,
    Take my dreams,
    Nothing is what it seems,
    You get me naked,
    I have all my fears,
    You have me,
    Im the palm of your hand,
    You get me naked

    My legs start to tremble,
    I fumble,
    You win game over,
    Got no chance to,
    Redeem myself,
    I owe you,
    I can only stay true,
    Got me bare,
    Not fair,
    Wrapped around your finget tip,
    Now im giving you the lip,


    Try to run,
    Try to hide,
    Cant hide my feelings inside,
    You rule,
    Stay true


    You get me naked,
    Cloths off,
    Have no chance to fake it,
    Take my life,
    Take my dreams,
    Nothing is what it seems,
    You get me naked,
    I have all my fears,
    You have me,
    In the palm of your hand,
    You get me naked

    What the hell is going on,
    Why are my feelings so strong,
    There is something in the air,
    I want whats going on over there,

    Piece by piece,
    I fall down
    When your gone,
    Im back together,
    When you return,
    Im falling down
    In to pieces
    But I wanna keep this



    You get me naked,
    Cloths off,
    Have no chance to fake it,
    Take my life,
    Take my dreams,
    Nothing is what it seems,
    You get me naked,
    I have all my fears,
    You have me,
    In the palm of your hand,
    You get me naked




    -Peace

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    Quote Originally Posted by ImmortalDreams
    Wow, Greyfox, I must say all of those were amazing. I really like 'Cold'. I sit here reading these there just amazing! I love your style and wow.
    Wow... thank-you for that...

    I took some time to read your's as well, ImmortalDreams, and I thought they were very well done. I really like the style that was taken in the first lyric, For You. Keep up the good work...

    -Greyfox
    -Grey

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    I'm effin destined to come back to tpm no matter what -_-;;.

    Well. here goes nothing. was bored. made up a 100 word poem/thing.

    ~

    Such lovely lines on papers. The hero is out on adventurous capers.
    Sinewy days of dialysis machines and comic scenes.
    What came first I can't say, hospice bills or danger in the fray.
    I end this little note, the upturned floating hero in villain's moat.

    But, could that be it? What about romance or rest of rehearsed skit?
    Do I leave you hanging? where's comic relief or a heart left panging?
    this what my skill comes to be? misunderstood artist- too abstract to see?

    So I laugh and exit-stage left. as this life?s in danger and that leaves me bereft.


    ~

    am fond of ths one for some odd reason. the spoken word factor's probably. the reason.

    Now for ole tyger to disappear again. Maybe i'll rewrite darkness of the soul once again.

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    Well I just wrote this song and I love it already which is strange and cant wait to get the music for it. This is about someone who I care about a lot.


    -Untitled-

    Walking up to me, lonely on streets
    Listen to my heart beat, it just wants to be free
    Can you tell me who to be, is it that hard to breathe
    Its only been a few weeks, and I lose words to speak
    Now what I say dont freak, glad that we got to meet

    Don't need the pain, that will drive me insane
    Nothing is the same, waiting for you in the rain
    You gave my heart a stain, right when you came

    (Chorus)
    Love is a stranger I don't know very well
    Not sure but its something that I think I felt
    But its getting pretty damn hard to tell
    And I think its love when my heart melts
    Yeah, Yeah
    Can never tell from wrong to right
    Staring at the stars in the dark night
    I just want you to say its gonna to be alright
    Just want you to hold me tight
    Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh

    Looking deep in your eyes, I get this feeling and im gona cry
    Hoping that you never lie, making sure that are love wont die
    I really wanna believe what I read, as I lay alone curled up in bed
    I gotta trust what you said, as it stays a float in my head
    Now im calling out to you, hoping that are love is true

    Don't need the pain, that will drive me insane
    Nothing is the same, waiting for you in the rain
    You gave my heart a stain, right when you came

    (Chorus)

    Don't need no more drama, I just wanna hold ya
    Theres nothing in the world, that you couldn't cure
    Im giving you my heart and soul, make sure you don't break me,
    Keep me whole

    Don't need the pain, that will drive me insane
    Nothing is the same, waiting for you in the rain
    You gave my heart a stain, right when you came

    (Chorus 2x)

    La la la, la la la, la la la, la, la, la

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    I'll be joining you all soon
    When I slip away
    Be with my friends
    Moulded images of clay

    Someday it's my turn
    My turn to walk
    My turn to fly away
    From a road's empty fork

    It's not my turn yet
    Never seeing
    I'll never know my turn
    Always fleeing

    We only going to die
    Scream and cry
    It's a fact of life
    Someday we all lie

    Dead.


    Winning Streak
    Go for gold my friend
    Run off into the sky
    Like you'll run this one
    And then you'll die

    We can't be held
    Held here to blame
    You ****ed yourself
    Everyone's the same

    You can't lose now
    You'll fall away dead
    Now on we plough
    Forget what we said

    Ever wanted to fly
    Away from life's track
    I did it one day
    And got stabbed in the back
    One more round; one more low.

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