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Post your original lyrics and poetry here!
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Been toying around with the idea for a while now. Thought, why not! This is a thread where aspiring songwriters and poets can post their own stuff, be it ideas, fragments, or the whole thing. But there are a few rules:
* Your own stuff only, otherwise it should go in the Movies and Music section. Don't think you can get away with plagarism- if you stole it chances are it's within easy reach of Google.
* No flaming please. It sucks putting your heart and soul into verse than having some a-hole come along and be all like "omg ***."
* No stealing, obviously. Imitation may be the truest form of flattery, but stealing someone's work is just rude and pointless.
It would be lovely if you could give us an idea of whether it's set to music/what you plan to do with it, and whatnot. Technical discussion is very welcome.
If this takes off, I'll post some of my stuff too.
Have fun!
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Been really bored. all my stuff got deleted not long ago when my computor crashed. i kept them in locked folders. note boooks always get looked through. So here is something I made on the spot........o yes, and as for ti sounding broken and a bit off (the grammer) it is ment to.
Lifes like a warm summer day
It will pass you by any way,
you look at it.
so just put a smile on,
and uh. do your own thing.
Don't listen to the creature of habit,
who does what he gets told.
and hates whats diffrent.
When my clock ticks it's last tock
I will have not been pounded by the hard corprate co*k
but been what i needed to be.
For you see only time will reveile your own destiny.
Ok, well for now I will leave it there. I am trying something diffrent. And ikinda like how it is. I think i need to work on it though........any suggestions would be very much appriciated.
Don't listen to the creature of habit,
who does what he gets told.
and hates whats diffrent.
It would sound a bit smoother if the last word of that last line rhymed with habit. (I like rhyme when I write xP)
I would have a few more suggestions, but you said it was meant to sound a bit broken. Good theme though.
skater_kid: Sorry, but the inclusion of the word "c*ck" totally ruins the tone of the poem. Certain metaphors are simply never to be used.
People come out to play
Mettlesome, utensil drumming
from the woodwork pouring out
Pumping laughter through it all
Noise from a box
The dough is only to rise
with a taste of human cradled inside
I find a thought
when my mind is just beginning to rot
Under the hood we only have
the heart of a robot
Inebriated I read my palms
then carve it to my arms
Feeling violent joints aligning fire in my bones
Losing control Iâm storming off the rock into the sun
Hands make the shape of a gun
A section from my gut is stripped
Butterflies are ripped away
Defective we break
derailed we fall
Murmur in the heartland
The sand is pouring from a sock
Why fish
when the emptiness is caught in a barrel
While we're trucking along
we will never feel hunger
For the world is hollow and I have touched the sky
The lid is open and weâre left out to dry
Want to get this off my chest
The flowers are terse..
never really offered a lot
Let them burn
To the touch
Iâm feeling all the pins
Itâs time to suffer a way to be atop of them
Iâm at the world
bloodied.. Soaking in the sun
Caught between my hat and sandals
Hands make the shape of a gun
Oh, all those days
Spent figuring
I can't help but to think
If all I'd done
Was for your good
Oh, would I need a shrink
When all those sounds
Filled up the room
We'd listen through the night
If all those words
Meant anything
I wouldn't hear them right
So, how old do
I have to be
To say that I love you
I wish the world
Would freeze in place
So you could love me, too
Oh, when the sky
Comes crashing down
I'll hold you through the loss
But if we start
To fall asleep
I'm sorry if I toss
Tonight I will
Dream of you
I'll make sure it stays clean
But if I slip
A kiss or two
I'll make sure we're not seen
Oh, all those days
Spent wondering
If we could ever be
I'm glad to say
It's not for naught
I'm with you, and you're with me
Wow humandisease that's really good. Very thoughtful.
Here's a song I wrote recently called "The World."
We've been close, we've been far
Open your mind to the possibilities
Emotions lock your heart
Trust becomes a want and a need
Flames erupt from your head
Igniting all who touch
Will you come around
Let's take a drive
and survive
the distant lands,
hold our hands
While we see the majesty of the world
I will always wait for you
Sitting, talking, living
Being, showing, reliving
Learning is my need,
My one desire
Nothing compares to this hold you have on my heart
It sweeps me away, I can only think of you
The sweet melody of your voice
The beauty of your perfect smile
The challenge of your personality
These are the things I love
Wishes are wishes, and
Hopes are hopes
Nothing more can hold
Decisions to reminisce dictate the outcome,
Don't fall to the floor
All's well that ends well in this perfect world we seek
Realism can only be for the weak
Passion can't begin to tell the tale
My heart unfolds at your every word
Oceans cry for a glimpse of your light
Indulge her lust so that we might sail
Forever unto countries unheard
Let's take a drive
and survive
the distant lands,
hold our hands
While we see the majesty of the world
Ty marioman, i enjoyed yours as well. Not particularly as strange as my taste. But I have an appreciation for many things. Ive got another one you might like, post more if you have any.
I couldnt help but feel down when my inner-walls fell
in my gut, in my bowels, in my heart
A part of this debris has risen up like sprouts
from a pour, deforming, breading
Consume the ashes, dig me out of the grave
Send me gently down the well
contaminate my fellow man
weak flock of sheep
infected with disease
Im nothing
the sickness that Ive always been
One big blood infested hack from within
drives me to spit acidic liquid from an orifice
Like spitting out words
I'm draining lungs into the atmosphere
venting steam through the noise box
Vicious cycle siphon spiral bloody treat fresh meat
Lively creature victim tearjerk liquid lightning
Downward spiral vision final quenching every thirst
Energize me hypnotizing pipe dream spike berserk
Renew the hatches in this gastly man of evil plans
Send him to the dawing board
Mystify my fellow man
is all we need to believe
what lies this living day
Things...
that have never been
Cool, I guess. Although, why not just make our own thread?
*shrugs*
Here's one of my poems. It's different from my regular style(in the differing syllable-lengths in the same stanza, and the same rhyme per stanza), but I am pretty proud of it, so here you go.
We try to break down all the enemies
But let's just face reality
They've got us helpless and down on our knees
You may be deaf, but you can see
We're fighting a battle lost long ago
So why can't we just let it go?
Like a broken record, you just say "no"
We might as well, put up a show
Can't just give up, won't sever those old ties
You're standing proud, will never cry
But it's hard when you turn away and lie
We will hold on, or at least try
When you try to make that deep incision
And hide all your indecision
No human fusion, only the fission
Break apart, a wide division
We live to fight and never run away
Not live to fight another day
You'd gladly die, and you I won't betray
But why, when we've lost, do we stay?
Forgiveness is gone and misbegotten
Yet we have all but forgotten
Why we're fighting here, what have we gotten?
Naught, but we walk the path trodden
I ask; do we want to die or survive?
Wasting away all of our lives
But we stay unwilling to take the dive
So we can't start to feel alive
This war is our only inheritance
I wonder if our "dominance"
Is by memories, being influenced
And yet we follow conformance
We strive to find the courage to stand tall
As we answer the final call
And though we know that we will lose it all
As we try to break down the wall
We all march so boldly through muck and mud
But all that is washed out in blood
As we all begin to drop with a "Thud"
Corpses are once again a flood
Blood breaks our bonds, we're no longer tethered
And with our final, dying breaths
We fin'ly curse that which brought us all death
And we float gently...feathered
Please tell me what you think.
A little long, but not bad.
As far as making a new thread, well, still working on new material. I do have an old poem I wrote on my home computer. Its very short though.
so this is the end
thank god your not dead
but theres no way to win
inside theyll behead
baby puppies with an axe
its not really that bad
its time to face the facts
this is the end
so this is the end
and its time to pretend
inside you are sane
but theres no one to blame
as a man once said
its not really that bad
lets take these children to bed
this is the end
this is the end
think its kinda funny
cause ya look like sh**
thank god its not monday
cause we'll do it again
be damn glad your not dead
this is the end
um... I have my own thread for songs that I write:
http://armorgames.com/community/thread/3886894/wartanks-song-book
as far as poems go... I have one...
If I Could Paint the Future:
If I could paint the future
In any way I pleased
Then I could make a cure
For all of those diseased.
I could paint it without slaves
Where everyone was free
And church bells would sing
How great would that be?
No Wars without reason
Or tears withut thought
Or leaders with greed
Or pain that's self-brought.
But if I could paint the future
And you asked what I'd do
I'd like it on fire
And let it burn through.
Just a big ball of red
Right down to the core
That's the future I paint
Where the future's no more.
oops...
"I'd like it on fire" is supposed to be
"I'd light it on fire"
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