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    BEAT ME TO EUPHORIA

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    Hearts do not bleed for those in need
    Looking for a shallow mind
    Hearts do not bleed for those with creed
    Seeking every answer

    verse one
    Pack up all your things
    For youíre not going anywhere
    Look to the skies for familiarity
    But familiarity never comes here

    chorus
    Hearts do not bleed for those in need
    Looking for a shallow mind
    Hearts do not bleed for those with creed
    Seeking every answer

    verse two
    Pray for good health
    But do not make any demands
    Pray for pain and sacrifice, not here
    For this worldís just a sham

    chorus
    Hearts do not bleed for those in need
    Looking for a shallow mind
    Hearts do not bleed for those with creed
    Seeking every answer

    bridge
    Beauty from sacrifice
    Pain from pleasure
    Beat me to euphoria
    Under endless measure

    chorus
    Hearts do not bleed for those in need
    Looking for a shallow mind
    Hearts do not bleed for those with creed
    Seeking every answer

    outro
    Do not think that giving in means
    That youíre immune to all heartache
    Prey for nothing in this world
    For this worldís just a sham



    Here's a little backstory to this lyric everyone:

    Grey hates religion. Simple, no?


    "But Greyfox," the audience says to me, "aren't you religious now?"

    Maybe you think I'm religious, but I say otherwise. I don't think of Christianity as a religion. Religion to me is a negative word, saying that worshipping a higher power is a chore to you. Religion is a club that only the elite members can perfect. Christianity, real Christianity is nothing of the sorts. Nothing angers me more than seeing ordinary people turn to God only when they want something done to benefit themselves.

    People--get over yourselves. God has a plan for each and every one of you. You may not like it, you may not want it--but do you even know what you want? Sure, maybe you think you want something now, but what about ten years from now? Will you want that two-seater then?, when you have a wife and ten kids? I much doubt it.

    God is not there to grant favors for people.


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    Hey, here's a festive poem concerning an innocent little Pichu - it's not poetically great but it's a light hearted laughable poem....i hope. Enjoy!


    There was a young Pichu,
    That lived in a house,
    With his mum and his dad,
    And his big sister mouse.

    On one Xmas Eve,
    When to bed he was sent,
    He snunk out of his room,
    Through a clichť air vent.

    He crawled along through it,
    Til he got to the spot,
    Where Santa would visit,
    And leave gifts for the tot.

    At midnight he came,
    With a crash and a bang,
    With a big pile of boxes,
    And a lovely Jynx gang.

    As the Jynx and the Big Guy,
    Left the gifts 'neath the tree,
    They laughed and they chuckled,
    And giggled with glee.

    With all the commotion,
    A Jynx knocked a can,
    It spilled pepper on Pichu,
    And scuppered his plan.

    With a squeal he fell out,
    And dropped onto his tail,
    Santa looked shocked,
    The Jynxs went pale.

    Up Pichu's nose went the pepper,
    And he sneezed with a cry,
    That sent 10,000 volts,
    Through the Jynx and the Big Guy.

    As Santa collapsed,
    With a Ho, Ho and Ho,
    Pichu looked at the scene,
    And simply said "Wow".

    With some help from a Natu,
    The family pet,
    He teleported the injured,
    To Chansey the vet.

    She fixed them all up,
    With a bandage and Ether,
    And told dear old Santa,
    to pull himself together.

    So with Natu's help,
    They went back to his house,
    Where Santa said bye-bye,
    To the young yellow mouse.

    With a whoosh and a heave,
    He went off in his sleigh,
    To deliver his presents,
    Before Xmas Day.

    And asleep in his bed,
    Was a shocking young tot,
    Who fell back to sleep,
    And this adventure forgot.


    Happy christmas!

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    hee hee my stuff isnt' so festive. My "piece of work" is basically a song I wrote kinda about what I'm going through. But I'm trying to make my work "connect" with other people, so that they can relate to it. I think that is one thing that really makes a song good , if you can relate to it. So please let me know if you can or not. I'm not sure.

    carry the cross

    These hands are bleeding
    The load is getting heavier with each step
    Oh they are ever so tired
    These tears are falling
    Tried to make them stop but they dont listen
    from my soul they've been cried out
    These feet are hurting
    Each time they walk forward they throb and ache
    Where are the reasons for me to doubt?

    This is my path That I advance on
    This is my cross That I am hung on
    The world below The heavens above
    My suffering is all for his love
    This is my path
    This is my cross
    There is gain
    Through the loss

    This heart is breaking
    They tear me with the words they are saying
    Does their concience ever tell them
    These eyes are closing
    The lids are heavy and tired of being open
    Please let me escape
    These fingers quiver
    Do they shake because of the fear in me
    Where are my reasons for being scared?

    This is my path That I advance on
    This is my cross That I am hung on
    The world below The heavens above
    My suffering is all for his love
    This is my path
    This is my cross
    There is gain
    Through the loss

    I cannot hold out my flesh is so weak
    My knees will buckle my spirit seeks
    Im loosing grip I cant hold on
    I feel Im slipping your hand has gone
    Please return please comfort me
    Please return dont leave me alone here

    This is a path that has already been walked on
    This is a croos that has already been hung on
    This is the part I would never leave you
    My child, I've been there too..

    This is my path that I advance on
    This is my cross that i am hung on
    The world below the heavens above
    His suffering was all out of love
    This is my path
    This is my cross
    My suffering is gain
    out of loss
    I will carry the cross



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    Quote Originally Posted by PancaKe
    hee hee my stuff isnt' so festive. My "piece of work" is basically a song I wrote kinda about what I'm going through. But I'm trying to make my work "connect" with other people, so that they can relate to it. I think that is one thing that really makes a song good , if you can relate to it. So please let me know if you can or not. I'm not sure.
    I think you've successfully managed to relate this song to many a young Christian. Nicely done (y)...
    -Grey

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    Quote Originally Posted by PancaKe
    hee hee my stuff isnt' so festive. My "piece of work" is basically a song I wrote kinda about what I'm going through. But I'm trying to make my work "connect" with other people, so that they can relate to it. I think that is one thing that really makes a song good , if you can relate to it. So please let me know if you can or not. I'm not sure.
    I think you've successfully managed to relate this song to many a young Christian. Nicely done (y)...

    Mother
    Mother

    stories of how you tried to save yourself
    you raised your children, and you let them go
    to see the world without you
    tears of something, joy or sorrow

    i cannot count how many times iíve fallen
    and youíve been there to bring me back
    i cannot possibly tell you how many times
    that iíve disappointed you, i lack

    youíve always been there, even when i wasnít
    youíve always cheered me on
    even when you knew iíd fail
    youíve never kept me away from the sun

    iím sorry for all the things iíve not done
    iím sorry for all the things iíve put you though
    my only gift to you is this lyric
    but i know that youíll say, ďitíll doĒ
    -Grey

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    ... and now one not so ****ing serious...

    Stoned All the Time
    I got melons on my mind, spitting seeds a waste of time
    And I know itís damn sublime
    And I love it

    Bananas dancing in my head, shot by the apple, now itís dead
    It collapsed and then it bled
    And I ate it

    Roaches crawling, cannot find, some people say thereís a thin line
    From losing your ****ing mind
    And being a pothead

    Oh I think I smoked a joint about an hour ago
    And I think I toked some hash, but Iíll never know
    And I think I doped some coke, or maybe popped an E
    You just never ****ing know when youíre me

    Because Iím stoned all the time, stoned all the time
    I donít need to smoke a joint, Iím already flying like a kite
    Iím stoned all the time, stoned all the time
    I think Iím going to lose my mind

    Oh, I got a hedgehog that wonít leave, a baby I canít conceive
    And my brainís on temporary leave
    And I donít care

    Thereís a white bunny hopping along, he wears jeans and sings a song
    About the time my big old dong
    Attacked Tokyo

    It has become my greatest fear, so wonít you lend an ear
    ĎCause itís time to grow a beard
    Itís beard time

    Oh I think I smoked a joint about an hour ago
    And I think I ate some Shrooms, but Iíll never know
    I mightíve doped some coke, or maybe popped an E
    You just never ****ing know when youíre me

    Because Iím stoned all the time, stoned all the time
    I donít need to smoke a joint, Iím already flying like a kite
    Iím stoned all the time, stoned all the time
    Happily losing my mind

    Fish are swimming there, in fashionable underwear
    And Iím a little scared
    But thatís okay

    Eyes they watch me all the time, while I sing and while I rhyme
    And I think I spent a dime
    On a nickel

    Nail clippers are quite mean, the impervious is green
    I donít know just what that means
    Because I made it up

    Oh I think I smoked a joint about an hour ago
    And I think I did some heroin, but Iíll never know
    I mightíve doped some coke, or maybe popped an E
    You just never ****ing know when youíre me

    Because Iím stoned all the time, stoned all the time
    Iím Bob Marleyís dream, the epitome of green
    Iím stoned all the time, stoned all the time
    Have you seen just where I put my mind?
    Oh, I think Iíve gone and lost my mind

    Like many others, I wrote it while I was stoned.

    Adieu,
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    This's no dreamin.
    Hear the spine tingle
    Let your blood curdle.
    just one more girdle
    to remove and conquer
    another one of them, yes sir.
    It's off with that and this
    I smile and listen to that joyous hiss.

    Does it make you sad?
    miss what you had?
    For brother,this is fun.
    That's not 'nother con
    of mine. That last brassiere
    is stripped, and one more leer
    your way. Oh won't you stay.
    All gay in this month of may.

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    MWUAHAHA I bet nobody will even understand the real purpose of this song. if you do. Have you been reading my mind.

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    Well, I'm back in business with a new poem that I wrote.

    It's a bit of a release for my anger with religious folks who are so interested in heaven/vulhulla/whatever they forget we have a life to go through first and just generally disrespect others beliefs.

    Time to Die
    A message I tried to give people

    We are all going to die someday
    Don't try or think about an escape
    Theres nothing to do, forget to pray

    Someday we all fly away to death
    Happy wings of our lifetime carry us
    As we float from lifes final breath

    Time was invented by people
    But 10 or 80 years is the same
    Evading death is for the feeble

    Don't waste your time on a next life
    Try to help us all cure the world
    Of hunger pain and strife

    But they never listened
    One more round; one more low.

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    Here's some more... this time, with images..!





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    i packed all my bags
    i laid them to the side
    they would not come with me this time
    they would not join me on this ride

    i found myself in a euphoria
    only dreams could challenge
    lost in a sea of ambrosia
    that only you could send

    thank-you, my love, for keeping me here
    thank-you so much more
    my heart does not bleed but for you
    youíre the only that i cannot abhor

    i separated myself from my sins
    they cannot bring me the ecstasy
    that you yourself could give me
    i separated myself from my agony


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    scars that no one else can see
    pain that no one can comprehend
    that was what this day was for
    that was what was compromised for us
    i welcome you to the fight against yesterday
    i invite you to fight against your lies
    pain is temporary, but loss is forever
    do not allow for your wants to overwhelm you
    good things happen from brokenness
    good things happen from just one



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    i met you that day, that cold dark day
    we fell victim to the negativity in our hearts
    i fell for you
    but you didnít know my name
    you fell for me
    but your heart never would beat
    now the days would grow longer
    and weíd romance with others
    but none would suffice
    we chauffer ourselves to societyís regard
    we replace what we want for the others
    i promised you white rice, but you never saw it





    Don't mind the "written by andrew j. neff" at the bottom of each picture. That's just another pen name of mine...
    -Grey

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    Here's some more... this time, with images..!





    i packed all my bags
    i laid them to the side
    they would not come with me this time
    they would not join me on this ride

    i found myself in a euphoria
    only dreams could challenge
    lost in a sea of ambrosia
    that only you could send

    thank-you, my love, for keeping me here
    thank-you so much more
    my heart does not bleed but for you
    youíre the only that i cannot abhor

    i separated myself from my sins
    they cannot bring me the ecstasy
    that you yourself could give me
    i separated myself from my agony




    scars that no one else can see
    pain that no one can comprehend
    that was what this day was for
    that was what was compromised for us
    i welcome you to the fight against yesterday
    i invite you to fight against your lies
    pain is temporary, but loss is forever
    do not allow for your wants to overwhelm you
    good things happen from brokenness
    good things happen from just one





    i met you that day, that cold dark day
    we fell victim to the negativity in our hearts
    i fell for you
    but you didnít know my name
    you fell for me
    but your heart never would beat
    now the days would grow longer
    and weíd romance with others
    but none would suffice
    we chauffer ourselves to societyís regard
    we replace what we want for the others
    i promised you white rice, but you never saw it


    Don't mind the "written by andrew j. neff" at the bottom of each picture. That's just another pen name of mine...
    -Grey

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    Man Arbiter you got a few pen names but still nice stuff there


    Life is Fucked
    I once said life was good
    I was thinking only of me
    Then I realised a sad truth
    We all hate this reality

    We live to fight ourselves
    Die from self destruction
    But we can't live without it
    We all avoid construction

    We aren't afraid of dying
    All we truly fear these days
    Is no longer being alive
    To witness the worlds ways.
    One more round; one more low.

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    Emptiness and heartbeat create a solitary echo
    That ripples between mood swings.
    The force of the ocean roars on
    Like a starry field drowning in flame.

    The moonbeam in my pocket shines
    Through darkest plagues attacking me.
    A shadow in the corners lurks
    But I will not be afraid.

    I have the power within me to destroy
    And to recreate my world.
    I can shatter every dream with two words
    And the blade in my right hand.

    The secrets of my silent suicide
    Are severed by the echolalia
    The ocean provides, walking on the shores
    And watching raindrops plummet to the earth.

    Sailing across the smallest waves,
    My shoes are soaked with saltine ocean spray.
    Kicking a small pebble to the side,
    I thought I saw it skip a couple times.

    The misery I felt within myself,
    I selfishly burdened you with.
    Your shoulders are heavy bearing my weight,
    I long to ask you to put me down.

    Trying to reject my heavy feelings,
    And the constant tempest of energy,
    The lies and deceits failed, and I
    Continued returning for the attention.

    Unaware that you were against me
    In spirit, I returned for more transgressions,
    Until the day you finally revealed
    Your harbored hate for everything I've done.

    Alone in heartbreak I walk across the shore,
    Caressing the spirit in my pocket.
    The choice of whether to live or die
    Rests in one quick movement.

    All respect I had for this world is gone,
    And the feelings I had for it have disappeared.
    The light in my eyes has gone out,
    And so I shatter, bidding you farewell.

    The water seeps in every single pore,
    Absorbing me and slipping me away
    I feel the crashing waves attack my flesh,
    And felt myself escape, and felt no more.
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    Lucid Dreaming

    They say all of the stars have faded away
    All the blue skies are declining to gray
    Moping around the world today
    Feeling emotions, now none but decay

    Eaten from the inside out
    Alone and down, and without a doubt
    Iím better than this disease, and although I do hide
    Thereís sometimes in life when Iíd rather die

    Depression, declineówhy do I feel this way?
    Iíve got no reason to feel this today
    It sweeps like a sickness, it breathes like the wind
    And sooner than later Iím dying within

    Eating my heart out, Iím crying inside
    These words sung, not spoken, are starting to die
    And dreams that arenít broken, few remain here
    Just another junkie with nothing to fear

    But Iíve got emotions, Iíve got a life
    Iíve got a reason to be singing tonight
    So, writing these lyrics, scrawled on my skin
    To remind me of sadness, to let pain begin

    So eat me alive, so eat me tonight
    Eat my damn heart out, eat my insides
    Iím dreaming about oceans, Iím dreaming the view
    But Iím dreaming hand-in-hand, Iím dreaming Ďbout you

    Adieu,
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    Very controversial-- it's a song we're going to perform on stage next friday at our school for battle of the bands. I plan that we'll probably get in big shit. It's fun because I get to wear a Jesus costume on stage, and underneath it I've got my hair in a comb-over, a little Hitler mustache drawn on and one of those old Nazi soldier uniforms complete with swastika. I'll end up tearing off the Jesus costume halfway through.

    Since it's a song, it's not really done its justice unless you hear it-- but here are the lyrics regardless.

    Adolf Christ
    Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your lord and savior?
    I sayóhave you accepted Jesus Christ as your lord and savior?
    (Uh-huh)
    Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your lord and savior?
    (Uh-huh)
    Then let me hear you say amen!
    (Amen)

    Oh, weíve got a guy way up in the sky
    And he knows how to lieóknows how to deceive
    Heís got a book, so why donít you take a look?
    Itíll leave you shook, heís forcing you to believe

    Oh Jesus Christ, heís in the light
    Heís watching you tonightóand every single day
    He looks way down, from his puffy clouds
    And he counts the hours as he searches to condemn gays

    Have you accepted Jesus? (Uh-huh)
    Have you accepted Christ? (Uh-huh)
    Have you accepted the reason why youíll never sleep at night
    Have you accepted Jesus? (Uh-huh)
    Have you accepted Christ? (Uh-huh)
    Have you accepted the reason why youíll never sleep at night

    Breathe, believe, condemn and deceive
    Heís got another bodyógot it wrapped behind his sleeves
    So take off that beard, take off that long hair
    Like a department store Santa Claus, none of it is real

    Take off them damn robes, hold Ďem up to see
    Thereís a significant fighter of the Nazi regime
    Behind the beard and hair weíve got,
    A stash thatís a little square and thin
    And a comb-over thatíd kill the fucking veterans

    Arm stretched out to meet the sky, an evil wink within his eye
    Swastika band around his sleeve, heís the one that made you believe
    Have you accepted Adolf Hitler as your lord and savior?
    (Uh-huh)
    Have you accepted Hitler; let me hear you scream amen!
    (Amen)

    Arm stretched out to meet the sky, an evil wink within his eye
    Swastika band around his sleeve, heís the one that made you believe
    Whatís the difference, eye-to-eye, oneís underground and one in the sky
    But both they lead, and both deceiveóand both lead groups of people to believe

    Have you accepted Jesus? (Uh-huh)
    Have you accepted Hitler? (Uh-huh)
    Oh let me hear you say amen! (Amen)
    Let me hear you scream amen! (Amen!)

    Bury me alive, oh, bury me alive
    Bury me with Hitleróinstead of in the sky
    Both they lead the wrong, both they sing this song
    Iíd rather be with someone that I knew was really alive

    Have you accepted the Nazi regime?
    Have you accepted you see what canít be seen?
    Have you accepted the Nazi regime?
    Thrust your arm into the sky and let me hear you scream
    (Amen)

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    It's a very cynical take on religion, and you didn't even get further than mentioning gays. My favorite line is the one about not sleeping at night. You do a good job comparing the extremists' scapegoat (Jesus Christ) to Adolf Hitler.

    You're right, this will piss a lot of people off. I wonder if any of them will actually stop and think?

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    It's also a very biased take on religion-- and I figured I wouldn't delve into talking too much about contradictions, or gays or anything, as that would get boring and be more of a poem, not a song.

    Nah, none of them will stop to think. I'm pondering what the punishment will be, if there is one, it'll all be worth it.

    Adieu,
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    Well... I like you tainted. But there are good reasons why I didnt particularily like that song. However I do think it would have a catchy tune.

    -.-

    anyway here's something weird fo mine:

    the knot inside my body somewhere
    is hiding from location
    i feel it above my stomach and
    right beneath the ribcages
    but this knot does not give me pain
    or make me wish it gone
    this knot i think is telling me
    what has been there all along

    perhaps i have lied to you
    and to everybody else
    perhaps for these passing years
    ive been lying to myself
    i rest assured it was done
    and kept on living life
    i got a job, and studied hard
    and dated other guys

    assuming i had a friend who was
    closer than a brother
    why then do i doubt myself when
    i tell myself theres others
    i dont want to say it all
    im scared that it is true
    the last thing we need to hear
    is that im falling in love with you



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    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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    Awe, that was a cute one. I'm such a sucker for love like poems


    Well this one is about my friend which is different for me cause I never written a song about anyone else. A new thing for me.


    Should have said something
    Should have done more to help
    Didn't do enough to save you
    Why did you pick this night?
    Why wasnít things right
    Could have came to me
    You know Iím always here to see
    Why didnít you take the offer?
    Did you even think or bother?

    Just watching you cry was so hard to see
    Didnít like watching you endlessly
    So much pain in your soul
    To bad life isnít something to control
    Cause by the way you were crying so hard
    I just knew I had to help pick you back up
    What happened to that girl?

    I can see your hands shaking
    And I know your not faking
    Your body starts to tremble
    As the world starts to crumble
    You just canít take it
    You just canít fake it
    Anymore of these inner lies
    Can you see the screams in her eyes?

    Just watching you cry was so hard to see
    Didnít like watching you endlessly
    So much pain in your soul
    To bad life isnít something to control
    Cause by the way you were crying so hard
    I just knew I had to help pick you back up
    What happened to that girl?

    And she flies
    Socked up on highs
    She's running away
    Hating today
    Seeking tomorrow
    To take her sorrows
    She asks why
    Stay or die

    Just watching you cry was so hard to see
    Didnít like watching you endlessly
    So much pain in your soul
    To bad life isnít something to control
    Cause by the way you were crying so hard
    I just knew I had to help pick you back up
    What happened to that girl?

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    Looking over the previous works, I must give kudos to Miss PancaKe for a very nice piece of literature...

    Here's one for the scrapbook...


    Please Don't Look at Me
    tear-stained cheeks and a back turned
    please point that camera away from me
    i'm not willing to drop the luggage
    the luggage that brings me down

    please don't look at me
    tear-stained cheeks and a back turned
    i've double crossed you, sir
    i cannot possibly be forgiven
    i have no place in your kingdom
    please don't look at me
    tear-stained cheeks and a back turned
    i watched you die, i killed you myself
    i had the nails, i had the cross
    why do you keep staring at me?
    please don't look at me
    tear-stained cheeks and a back turned
    please don't look at me
    tear-stained cheeks and a back turned
    can i ever let this go

    tear-stained cheecks and a back turned
    please don't look at me

    -A. J. Hawthorne'd
    -Grey

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    Thanks Arbitar ^.^;; awww somebody with good poemz tinks mine r good ^.^;; thats so cool.

    Anyway here's something of mine, not so good but *shrugs*:

    I cry, I cry, I cry
    to see you cry, you cry, you cry
    Your tears are falling down your face
    I see the streaks they leave, they make
    I watch you crying in the morning light
    I heard your anguish through the night
    I know this pain deep inside
    (I have an idea why you cry)

    Promises, meaningless, empty
    Deaf ears, can hear your screaming
    Your soul it sounds out what hurts
    Open wounds blood stained tshirts
    Reach out to try take your hand
    Ive been there I know understand
    Yourself there must be too much demand
    (Asking too much in commands)

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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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    Quote Originally Posted by PancaKe
    Thanks Arbitar ^.^;; awww somebody with good poemz tinks mine r good ^.^;; thats so cool.
    Likewise.

    Meanwhile, I have managed to find a whole slew of files uploaded on Fictionpress.com (an old affiliate of Fanfiction.net) from when I was seventeen and agnostic. Awesome! Entitled: Requiem (Songs From an Unknown). I'm only posting the first four tracks, mainly because I'm too tired and lazy to post the entire nineteen-entry catalog. However, if you want to see the rest, just look them up at Fictionpress.com under the moniker "The End of Ages". Special note though; the song Ego is the first lyric I've ever written. Enjoy...


    ABYSS

    verse one
    deep into the darkness, you see yourself
    dying a little each day
    you cannot stand the world
    a world where no ones' opinions truly matter
    a world where the popularity of one thing defines it
    rather than it's own strengths and weaknesses

    chorus
    you cast upon the blaze before you
    giving your regards
    you toss aside thie things you wish to change
    into the abyss
    verse two
    deep into the dying light, you watch what is left
    everything falls never into place
    every day you find yourself face down on the floor
    wishing you could do more to save the world of which you live
    give it hope, give it life
    because the life it leads now is dead, dead to you
    chorus
    you cast upon the blaze before you
    giving your regards
    you toss aside thie things you wish to change
    into the abyss

    interlude
    verse three
    deep into the darkened sky, you see a bitter nothing
    all life is burried in the tormenting hell
    as you wander aimlessly, looking for an answer
    you continue to die a little inside
    giving up your own life for the sake of others
    chorus
    you cast upon the blaze before you
    giving your regards
    you toss aside thie things you wish to change
    into the abyss

    bridge
    you give up what you can
    so that you can save those who stand before you
    your peers
    uknown to the tragedy
    that is the abyss


    EGO

    verse one
    You refuse to believe that you're nothing but the best
    You cannot let your confidence go to rest
    You are confused, why does no one feel the same
    Where's your fame? Why are you being put to shame?
    The questions boggle your mind every day
    Questions that cannot be answered in any way
    Is it true? Are you really as good as you say you are?
    Or is it your own ego that makes you believe that you'll go far?
    These are the questions that you must face
    Like it or not, they put you to disgrace
    chorus
    Are you cool, or are you denied?
    Are you afraid of the truth or do you want a lie?
    Can't you see that your ego is controlling you?
    Or do you choose to refuse to believe that you're nothing but the best?
    verse two
    You think people look up to your talents
    Those who don't are just jealous of your abilities are not absent
    You want to believe that you're nothing but the best
    Those who oppose should die like the rest
    Your ego is putting your name to shame
    But you don't care, because you're not to blame
    You can't let anyone fool you - you are the greatest
    You can't let them hurt you with their disgust
    These are the questions that you must face
    Like it or not, they put you to disgrace
    chorus
    Are you cool, or are you denied?
    Are you afraid of the truth or do you want a lie?
    Can't you see that your ego is controlling you?
    Or do you choose to refuse to believe that you're nothing but the best?
    interlude
    verse three
    Even at their best, no one can compete
    Your life is made so no one can have you beat
    You want to believe that you can run rings around the competition
    But if you see it their way, they have the right definition
    You're nothing but an arrogant fool
    You think you can do anything and rule
    There is nothing you can't take
    There is nothing you can't make
    But one of these days you'll be proven wrong
    And your own glory won't last long
    chorus
    Are you cool or are you denied?
    Are you afraid of the truth or do you want a lie?
    Can't you see that your ego is controlling you?
    Or do you choose to refuse to believe that you're nothing but the best?
    bridge
    Let your ego die my friend
    You're not a godsend
    You can't do anything about it
    The only thing left is to accept it
    You're not a godsend


    UNTITLED

    verse one
    watching through the shattered shards of glass
    you look for yourself, for an answer
    you ask yourself for help, but you gently pass
    to help no one, not even yourself
    chorus
    finally looking for the lights of your gift
    you can see through the chambers
    that grant you lift
    and guide you through the darkness
    you look for sky, but you find nothingness
    you puzzle yourself further
    and find no less
    no less
    verse two
    stranded in the darkness, destined for
    nothing that you can't
    abhor, nothing that you can't look for-
    ward to
    chorus
    finally looking for the lights of your gift
    you can see through the chambers
    that grant you lift
    and guide you through the darkness
    you look for sky, but you find nothingness
    you puzzle yourself further
    and find no less
    no less
    verse three
    guarding yourself, taking through the depths
    of the bitter nothing
    wishing not to be left
    behind
    chorus
    finally looking for the lights of your gift
    you can see through the chambers
    that grant you lift
    and guide you through the darkness
    you look for sky, but you find nothingness
    you puzzle yourself further
    and find no less
    no less
    verse four
    looking for an answer
    and trying to cure
    for the absurd
    and the impossible
    the impossible
    the impossible
    interlude
    verse five
    looking through the shards of glass
    through the last
    of the impossible to thee
    looking through the parting souls
    mocking the fools
    it's the impossible
    bridge
    finally looking for the lights of your gift
    you can see through the chambers
    you guide yourself through the shift
    of eternal darkness
    and you find that it's just too impossible
    to be possible


    WELCOME TO...

    verse one
    one day, maybe, i'll be consumed by fear
    the road i travel, often never clear
    i've seen the day, amongst ourselves
    they voyage i often look upon outsells
    victory chosen over defeat
    our memories end in delete
    chorus
    this is your final heaven
    you lack the dying eyes
    fortunate for your own entrapment
    wait for thou to die ...
    verse two
    one day, maybe, i'll find the light
    found often without struggle or fight
    i've been dealt with death, often fade
    in the midst, the last was made
    victory chosen over defeat
    our memories end by our feet
    chorus
    this is your final heaven
    you lack the dying eyes
    fortunate for your own entrapment
    wait for thou to die ...
    interlude
    chorus
    this is your final heaven
    you lack the dying eyes
    fortunate for your own entrapment
    wait for thou to die ...
    bridge
    find your shallow darkness in the gentle mist
    you'll often struggle avoiding the fists
    of fate and betrayal
    often like a staple
    victory chosen over defeat
    those who make it are truly elite


    -Requiem'd
    -Grey

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    Ego reminds me of some of the stuff I come up with now. :-) It's good for the first thing you ever wrote though ^.^



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    Quote Originally Posted by PancaKe
    Ego reminds me of some of the stuff I come up with now. :-) It's good for the first thing you ever wrote though ^.^
    That's what people tell me... :/

    -Grey
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    The Mercy River

    I'm going down,
    Going down to the mercy river,
    No more fear where I'm going,
    I'm going to the river,
    No more weight upon my shoulders,
    No more burden on my back,
    I'm going down, down, down,
    I'm going down to that old mercy river,
    Where the fish swim freely,
    And the water flows calm and clear,
    There's no need to worry about anything,
    Because I'm going down,
    Going down to the mercy river.

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