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| twisted420 |
| quote: | Originally posted by Vlad
This is something I wrote:
Sleepless
Haunted by a memory of the past
I look to find a savior
The dark pain the memory brings
Is a deep scar that can’t be healed
Looking up at the dark ceiling
Hoping the agony would let go
The hand like branches on the wall
Make me feel I’m being watched
Looking out the clouded window
Seeing bright lights and a dark sky
Dying trees and run-down house
Puts my heart in a twisted beat
Blood starts rushing to my head
I lie here in my bed in an emotional panic
In a frantic state forever will be
Sleepless for eternity |
yeah thats pretty good
hehe it says twisted |
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| Pariah Cleric |
I want to feast on your fears,
And masquerade my lies.
Fake sympathetic tears,
A blinding, chivalrous disguise.
I want to teach you all,
That I want you to know.
As cold as winter's snow.
It's too late to recall fall.
Smiling demon,
A sinner's game,
An unholy, hellbound heathen,
Who wants you to blame.
I'm hungry for your phobia,
And I'll hide all my shortcomings.
It was something I'd never told you.
It was all for nothing. |
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| Vlad |
| I have actually been writing songs whenever I get a sudden feel to write something. |
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| twisted420 |
| quote: | Originally posted by Vlad
I have actually been writing songs whenever I get a sudden feel to write something. |
sometimes thats a sign you have a hidden talent of some sort. every time i think of a song in my head i go put down in fruity or play it out. keep it up, you could come up with something really, really good. |
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| mezzir |
did that one over a few recent nights, one i was drunk, one i was on a bad marijuana trip, and one i was just zoned out on endocet (painkillers)
and i ended up really liking the result, though it kinda sketches me out
another picture poem one , pic's 1600x1200 so i don't think putting it in here would be very nice
lsse i got more,
No Name Face
I miss you so bad
But I don’t know your face
Or the way that you smile
Or even your race
For so many years
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 my memory, its 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 empty space
So now I must love
Someone out of fear
Of living my life
And knowing you’re not here
Fire by Night
the fire outside my window whispers sweet songs to me
songs too tempting to refuse, burns and scalds set me free
as the brick turnes to rubble and plywood to ashes
my soul runs free as my body collapses
at the following funeral tears were shed
still ignorant of the fallen's intent
and as i watch from a mighty perch
i smile knowing death only brings rebirth
this one's probably my personal favorite, ended up having a guitar piece put to it which sounds pretty good
Unhinged
He's growing slowly tired
Tired of the drama
Tired of trying to sleep away
The pain he has been dealt
One night he can't sleep well
The next he cannot think
The next he slowly watches crimson
Draining down the sink
His schoolmates start to wonder
If he's right inside
If he's hiding something
And what he has to hide
His parents ask him nightly
If there's anything they can do
He seems upset and tired they say
But he resists the truth
He seeks a means of solace
A refuge from the rain
The heavy downpour of criticism
That orchestrates his pain
One day he'll find himself
Too weary from the stroll
And the following morning's news informs us
How he finally lost control |
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| Vlad |
| quote: | Originally posted by twisted420
sometimes thats a sign you have a hidden talent of some sort. every time i think of a song in my head i go put down in fruity or play it out. keep it up, you could come up with something really, really good. |
Usually at night I will come up with melodies an hym them out. But unfortunately I dont know how to use any of the software programs, and it would just be that much easier if I had a synth because I know how to read, write and play piano notes. Kinda sucks that I cant put it down because I can never remember what I thought of. Its kinda cheesey, but Ive been thinking about getting a tape recorder and taping myself hymming the melody just to keep a record. |
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| Orbax |
wait till i own oall of you tomrowow. Youl be sorry you wen tagaint the party gking.!~
...haven t been thi sd runk in myu foromm in awhil ehehe |
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| Clovis86 |
| quote: | Originally posted by Orbax
wait till i own oall of you tomrowow. Youl be sorry you wen tagaint the party gking.!~
...haven t been thi sd runk in myu foromm in awhil ehehe |
fasyuio biyta! im tehas drkess,'
-Clovas |
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| Vlad |
| quote: | Originally posted by Orbax
wait till i own oall of you tomrowow. Youl be sorry you wen tagaint the party gking.!~
...haven t been thi sd runk in myu foromm in awhil ehehe |
Now that my friends is poetry! :thepirate |
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| Theresa |
I've never been one for poetry writing, however when I was about 16 years old, I was going through a rough time in my life, and ended up scribbling down a few.
This one is a little corny, but I wrote it after the death of someone very close to me.
Mailed to No Address
Dear ______,
I miss you.
I hope things are going great where you are.
You definitly deserve it,
Especially for all the things you did while you were here.
I am sorry for what happened before you left.
I feel horrible,
And I truly never meant to make you sad.
I was scared,
And I didn’t know what to do.
That isn’t an excuse,
But I cannot change what I have done.
All I can say now is that
I am so sorry.
Please forgive me.
I think of you often.
We all do.
We miss you at the gatherings.
We miss you at the celebrations.
I guess it’s true when they say
"You never know what you have until you’ve lost it."
I promise that I wont take
What I have
For granted anymore.
It’s weird;
When you left,
I was OK.
I kept denying the truth.
Now, ages later,
I finally realize that this is no joke.
You aren’t coming home.
I am angry,
Even though I know it isn’t your fault.
I need you,
And you aren’t there to go to.
It sucks!
I wish things could have been different.
Then I think
I must be so selfish.
Thinking of myself when
It isn’t only me
Who’s upset.
I am learning to accept this.
It is hard.
I look at your chair, and want to see you in it again.
I wish I had taken more pictures.
But these things,
I cannot change.
I am defeated.
Never forget,
That no matter what happens,
I will love you forever!
You are my one and only "________",
And always will be.
PLEASE:
Watch over me.
Help me, and guide me.
Be here with me,
When things get rough.
Be here with me,
When things are good.
Wait for me to get there,
With wide open arms.
I await the day we meet again,
But not yet.
I miss you,
But I am not ready right now.
I have things I must do.
You understand.
I will be good.
I will do my best.
It’s for us, ______.
Be proud of me.
I am still fighting!
My best wishes.
Say "hi" to everyone,
And don’t forget
We have a date.
With
All the love in the world,
Your Pumpkin.
A Blank Slate
A blank slate of paper.
A million things running
Through my head.
Unsure of what to put down.
Not knowing how to
Organize each idea.
Most time I find
It’s Overwhelming.
I cannot process it
One by one.
If you were to
Open my mind
Information would come
Pouring out onto the floor.
The things I’ve seen
The people I’ve met
The things I’ve learned
The places I’ve been
The emotions I feel.
Sometimes it seem to
Be too much.
More than I can handle.
What should I write down?
So much to say.
Too much to say.
The longing I feel
For my brain to be
A blank slate
Like the paper
That now is filled.
This one I wrote a year ago. I had just moved out, I was getting involved in a court case, and I was having a lot of trouble with the guy I was with. Basically, I wasn't happy with the way life was going...
Struggle
Struggle.
A strange word.
A strong word.
Something I do every day.
Every morning I wake up,
I know that word will be
The basis
of Everything
For me.
I struggle.
To live
To work
To eat
To smile.
To smile?
I cannot recall
The Last Time
I smiled.
And was happy,
Truly happy.
I struggle
To deal with my
Unhappiness.
My unhappiness.
It comes from
My Struggle.
I find poetry is often a source to vent your sorrows or anger. I think those are the only poems I have ever written. They are kind of depressing; boy am I glad I don't feel like that anymore :tongue2 |
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| Echo of Silence |
| quote: | Originally posted by citric_acid
I write a lot of poems and i wanted to hear wut people thought of them. here is one of them, i will put more up soon, im currently putting pictures with them... but tell me wutcha think
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Citric_acid, I think you are a talented young lady. You definitely have a lot of potential! The poem AND your graphics impress me. You go, girl! :) |
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