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| mezzir |
hmmm more stuff
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And as I lay beside you
Your breathing slow and deep
I know that I belong
The moment I fall asleep
And the moment I awake
And you’re still there at my side
I can look into those eyes
And feel I’ve nothing to hide
There are no words to pass
Between lovers busy with sleep
Talk conveys emotions
But dreams are far more deep
The sincerest emotions of all
Come across beneath the covers
Asleep, awake, or in between
It’s all a dream to lovers
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I miss you so bad
But I don’t know your face
Or the way that you smile
Or even your race
For many a year
You ran through my dreams
Just a silhouette
Making me scream
I need you with me
I need you so bad
I need you here, right now
If you’re even there
Anywhere at all
As dreams from before
Fade from memory, so true…
I’m forgetting your beauty
I’m forgetting about you
There won’t be another
To take your place
There won’t be another
To fill blank space
So now I must love
Someone out of fear
Of living my life
Knowing you’re not here
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and one random thing i wrote one time
i still like it
| quote: | It always seems to be too little too late
Young people these days got the power to demonstrate
And the knowledge and the conscience to act as the world’s leader
But common sense only seems to come in simple meter
Its just too late to move to a new direction
Of peace love and unity, devoid of misconception
To be honest, to be true, is the hardest thing of all
But its too little too late, I guess we’re doomed to fall
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| Orbax |
This is a compilation that was made of many Drunk Orbax posts
dude, pro..16? I was totally thinking that you were legal. On a level I agree with that guy
who called you young, because experience comes with age. yet the ages pass and we gain experience?
When did man land on the moon and when did we stop inscribing runes? I dont think we did...word
Pro...word
u know what? 5 you rock and minus the 5 because YEAHH... besides being as an elf you disregard the
self and go on goin like a whore (just kiddin) on heroin. yet the self stays the same and whenever
the game...gets sick of you, you got sick first, and quenched your thirst for...justice, on that of
a half baked justice, smokin the pot, startin ri-ots, 9th district? more like 90th dick right? ing
old whores settlin the scores of an old apothecary, yet the hairy armpits may scare away the youth
of today. we say what the . my friend, yet we listen to 107.7 the end my friend listenin to
things goin to de-cay and i must say that while we may all sit and bob our heads and as we sit
there we twist our dreads, we give the goverment the power and we forget the symbol of the flower.
That which gives peace through pacifism, will now be the burning bridge betwixt the chasm of our
selves. All packaged up and placed on the shelves, saying "Whatever you say massa. Who am I to grasp
at your power?"
we sit here and stagnate while the stags run the senate, who will run the world my friend? or
should I say, who will ruin the world, Fiend??
para what para to the l to the e.l.l.e.d... rememeber the double l. ing burps and hiccoughs...
for it is a cough. do you excuse yourself or bless yourself? or look around waitng for
another to give you the name of GOD thus bringin yourself closer to heaven though a sneeze, you
hypocrite. that is right, or is that write? for through the word you choose your destiny be it God or
Satan or none of the above. Yet you test your skills diligently with semantics when that is all
they are...antics... of the word. you juggle and grin and whilst you sin you sit there and ridicule
saying we were made from the gene pool, you grab at the slime and the dust when all God asks for
is a little trust, all those misgivings, because, God, I THANK YOU for living...
we all care about PP... or pee pee because we must? or the necessity causes a must... e
smell if we leave it to hell to decide the fate of the sweet canadian party principate which is
a word my friend although as you descend you might disagree or maybe you are just sick of pee?...
in your pants or lack of romance? the hate that consumes your soul takes its toll and strikes at
your face like mace but without the bite, without the blight, it simply strikes and says you,
you he-brew are is it juyst blind hate that in which you participate and decide to judge an throw
the drudge?
my friend canada is not so far off but in fact it merely rolls off of the slander on thy tongue and
when youre young you think to see, and see to think, but when you contemplate...you forget that hate
and think of love, 10000 free and signing? or is it a dove dining on thy hate? abate less ye be
found wanting... and spend the rest of your life haunting...yourself for eternity, wishing for some
disparity between your imagined hell and the smell in which you are surrounded and by the spiders
crawling up your leg you are hounded
when will it stop he asks? while satan in his hatred basks, HATE ON YE FAITHFUL MINE, as yer skin
doth redly shine. HATE ON MY FOUL FRIENDS OF YORE and we will rejoice forever more
forever more quoth the raven or was it God, pushing you away from haven? HAVEN ?? or heaven? he
pushed you away from your IMAGINED haven and instead poked fun at your soul the craven saying STAND
UP you man, from which i created, and forget all of those ye have hated
instead, LOVE is that which i doth preach, and it is YOUR goal, my son, forever to teach
peace
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| Dj Dovla |
really nice poems . would really make good songs with right melody
here is some my stuff . I dont even know if they are poems . just kinda stories about something ...
full size pictures can be found at www.shiftedreality.com |
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| mezzir |
touche :)
posted as a URL cause the pic's kinda big |
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| S_madis |
| I am currently undertaking "Writing Poetry" as an elective at uni and this thread is absolute gold :) |
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| TheTornado |
Please give feedback :)
The Result of a 4-Wall Prison
I just need some inspiration
That's it
Some inspiration
In a nation with an occupation
Of Jews, blacks, whites, and reds
Why is it so hard to get my mind fed?
Instead I sit complacent, contemplating life and what it means
Should it be this way?
I mean I'm only 17
If I had to draw one conclusion
With this marker called my brain
It'd be that these Christians aren't that insane
God is a man
A male who
Without fail causes war, famish, and pestilence
And if that really is the body of Christ kept in its
Secure encasing in the back room
So it stays safe from anyone whom -
Like me, wants to destroy it and decree "YOU'RE FREE" so everyone
Who wasted time denying their gay son
Could see the real light -
The sun
It provides everything with warmth ESPECIALLY when it's cold -
Not turning away like SOME things in the sky
I know it probably means less, but if I had to take a guess...
...it would be She (!) lives up there on the sun, not getting credit for being bold
'Cause my mom always took are of me when I had a cold
Cause for Alarm
I sleep with the lights on 'cause it's known to give you nightmares
And I'd rather be scared and go insane inside my brain
Than try to coexist
In a world that consists
Of unprotected sex, smokers breath and Stridex
And fake breasts
Which reveal assets once unknown
Trying to stand alone as just another clone
After obligatory hellos
No middle ground remains
Save for an undying hope of certainty
And a worry of change
So I'll keep waiting for you
At the end of this line
But unfortunately I have to wake up
And realize that
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| DarkAngel |
Hey hey, I'm waitin' for some feedback on the tiny poem I wrote...I can wait on the story one, since that's a lil big....but I don't wanna wait TOO long, now.....:whip:
Feedback, people, feedback!!!! |
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| Mr. Pink |
A Nihilistic No-tion of Nothing:
Rocking in no chair, "I"
Dumb to timeless ticks of never's clock,
Half stand and half sit.
Nature's existance poofs out of sight
With a black flash.
The never beginning, time defying flash
Of what never was and what would never be.
I sat there not rocking in no chair.
Wasting nothing, wasthing the me "I" never was. |
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| MysticStardust |
| Does anyone in here know anything about writting ghazals? they're so hard.:( Damn english:mad: |
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| Percy |
about a girl..
I thought I loved her and she felt same
But we're not the only players in this game
A host of troubles, a world of pain
All but us, deserve the blame
It's always the girl that I can't have
But always her, that wants me back
A flower has wilted, a dream has died
Always for the answer, look inside
They never loved me back, only played
With the heart of a lover, on display
All things lost, another day
It's always the lover, that has to pay. |
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| Mr. Pink |
| quote: | Originally posted by Percy
about a girl..
I thought I loved her and she felt same
But we're not the only players in this game
A host of troubles, a world of pain
All but us, deserve the blame
It's always the girl that I can't have
But always her, that wants me back
A flower has wilted, a dream has died
Always for the answer, look inside
They never loved me back, only played
With the heart of a lover, on display
All things lost, another day
It's always the lover, that has to pay. |
I know who this is about!!!
good rhyme...nice flow.
keep those fists in your pocket though ;) |
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| Percy |
I wrote this almost instantly after I found out all that . I also wrote this chorus to a nice bluesy song I'm gonna do in my band.
She's got a man
And he said he'll shoot me down
Always the case when it's love I've found |
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