12-20-2006, 02:17 PM | #1381 |
for all seasons
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Quaint Kilamenjaros clap competitive Quixotos
in fashionable failures faced with felon'ous embrace And o'er sweeping seas of sediment sedentarily space the sizzling steam of sweet claret arose o'er night's imbrogilos. If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you son I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one!!
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12-21-2006, 05:00 PM | #1382 |
Fallen Reality
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A Sad Poem:
How can you say,
That life is fair? Does blood not spill, And everyone despair? Life is a loop, Repeating itself. Everything's great, Till' you're stuck on the shelf. Yeah, So I had a rough time, Livin' my life, It was filled with blood, conflict and strife. I was born and I lived, And till' the day that I died, Every day I fought through life, And everynight I cried. Life is a loop, Repeating itself. Everything's great, Till' you're stuck on the shelf. I had a dream once, Where I was doing okay, It all worked out fine, Until the dream was swept away. Now I had that dream everyday since, And I realized that I shouldn't be kicked Around. I stood up for myself, And I found what was right. I followed my path, For I had found a light. Cast by His hand, I followed my path, And as I lay in my grave, I knew it was all past. I would ascend into the light, Where there was no hunger, pain or strife, Where all was paradise. Huh. I guess it's more of a song.
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12-21-2006, 11:10 PM | #1383 |
for all seasons
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Pincers of the panthers dream of silver screen romanthers
for the blind make lovely danthers and the brave o'ercome their canthers And while Santa sleeps and drumbeats beat we bleat to silent flights of fleet Manchurians do manicure our filial finanthers Rap crititics say I'm just Money Cash Hos I'm from the hood, stupid, what type of facts are those?
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01-02-2007, 03:19 PM | #1384 |
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I'm a man on a mission!
Block the transmission frission fire emissions omit the non-terminal stages Racecar the palindrome While humanity raids the palace Raise blade above the chalice for the memory of ages! Heroes ride down to dark with failure for squires! Black mask blank tracks detract - Would you dance on the wires? some of those who work forces ARE THE SAME THAT BURN CROSSES!!!! UNGH! YEAH!
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01-03-2007, 12:52 AM | #1385 |
It... it's thinking!!!
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The Church of Yellow Leaves
Somewhere in the middle of Indiana, southbound on Highway 69 the northbound lanes go out of sight and there's just trees on both sides of the remaining two lanes: I drove through them around one in the afternoon on my way back from somewhere else when I felt myself slow and drop into what had to be a shard of paradise. The trees on both sides of the two southbound Highway 69 lanes were a riot of red and orange and yellow with very little brown and a surprising amount of green still remaining, vibrant in their yearly death... dying with a bang rather than going quietly brown or just wilting and fading as some plants do. There was a white moving van in front of me, one of those square varieties. I was in the right-most lane with him and behind me to my left in the passing lane was a maroon SUV and they were as much a part of the moment as the trees because they let me know it was really happening, a minor interjection of reality: That I wasn't alone. The road itself bent to the left, hiding not in the horizon (which is how the drive up through Illinois was) but around the bend. It arced; a sweeping brush stroke of slate dotted with the mica of white dashes and yellow stripes, and vanished but a hundred feet ahead of me. And that vanishing point kept coming closer and still the trees continued. It was exciting, not being able to see where I was going to be in two hours. The sun on that day was pretty high in the sky, as it feels in winter, where it's just an orb of searing light that burns cold, except it wasn't searing today because there were just enough clouds to mute it and disperse the eye-wrenching whiteness, lighting everything just like in the movies where there are no shadows and the colors sing with the vibrancy of new crayons and artificial dyes and the trees glow with that aura new snow possesses. And this scene still wasn't complete because as I drove the wind kicked up (it was cold out that day) and blew across the road a swirling eddy of leaves, but not just any leaves: brilliant yellow leaves with no other colors mixed in and they tumbled across the road like cats playing and I drove through them and with a rush I finally felt that connection I've been missing for what feels years now. As this overwhelming feeling of stability overtook me, I smiled without meaning to and I haven't smiled that way in a long while. |
01-04-2007, 11:09 AM | #1386 |
Oh hi! :D
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Not enough
Just fly away from me
So I can finally be free All these things you've said cant' get you from my head... When will it be enough?! Why do you feel so lost? I keep telling myself It is only just because... This will not be enough! All these things I've said just get them outta your head! You're all awry 'cause you You try to forget, pretend! You cannot believe such a lie! (It doesn't matter what you've been!) Why are you cornered and lost? Just stop, turn and circle.. (We went away so we could be free..) Beyond what you've cried! With you, replace me instead! Find the lost of my mind Just get out of my head! |
01-04-2007, 12:08 PM | #1387 |
Sent to the cornfield
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Here's one I wrote 6 years ago when my fiance and I broke off the engagement. I actually wrote a good dozen or so the week it happened... it's pretty angsty and angry, so get ready for EMO OVERLOAD!. It's also the last peom I wrote, though I write stories nowadays. Just can't write a poem after writing so many bitter ones.
As a backstory, my fiance was molested by a married youth pastor at her church. After 3 months of trying to deal with happened, it became too much for her, and for me, and we broke it all off. There's some anti-god connotations in there as well. Sorry if they offend. ------ The tear drops fall, they just won't stop I hear them pour, I feel them drop I can't stop crying, hard as I try I wanna stop living, I just want to die You were my muse, my inspiration Now I am silent, a dying creation My words fall mute, my ears are deaf I sit here now, with shallow breath I can not sing, I can not write I have lost you, my one true light Without you, my world is black But now there is no turning back What kills me most, despite is all is we had no control of this fall A man we trusted, a man of above destroyed our trust, ruined our love We let him into our simple life We thought we could trust him, him and his wife But than he betrayed us, violated you And now there's nothing I can do Seperated first by distance, now by hurt Our love seems broken, lying in the dirt The months that followed were the worst As if God hated us, our love he cursed I served him loyally, gave him all I could You served him too, as christians should And how did he repay us, for our faith He ripped us apart, like some forsaken wraith I am broken and beaten, a believer no more I feel used and abused, like a good little whore All of my life, wasted and spent what was it for? What has it meant? What kills me about this, hurts most of all was how happy I felt, when we finished that call After months of suffering, of watching us die I was finally free, I could say goodbye I am pathetic and sick, a mad awful cow That I felt that way, and still do right now I am damned to hell, forever to burn I am wretched and cursed, and will get what I earned ----- Years later, I kinda chuckle at it. It has an angsty Doctor Suess feel to it. At least to me. |
01-10-2007, 09:50 PM | #1388 |
Sent to the cornfield
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stupid fucking ex-boyfriends should shoot themselves
he recalled, and so he called
the one he thought would always the one who now belongs to me a scab, a fool, an enemy and had the gall to test without the nerve to stay and face me and my distaste grows apace for everyone involved with him so drop this load this heavy pest and hit the road with me |
01-16-2007, 06:27 PM | #1389 |
Enigma
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These are lyrics..I've been out of the forums so long I assumed this is where they go. Enjoy..I titled them "Euphoria."
I want to drift into the wind Until I reach my paradise I will do this for the thrills for the veil to be pulled over my eyes I will trick my mind to thinking I am somewhere far away I shall lie here 'til it's over I will wake to a new day Standing up, sparks fly My body dies Taking the day with it I slowly forget everything that stings Leaving for a daily visit Somewhere in the illusions my body drowns Lost all feeling in the flesh but at least I don't feel down Words fail me This impales me From the neck down From the neck down From the neck down Mind decieved But I don't grieve So long as I get this rush now Insatiable hunger Now this will last longer From the neck down From the neck down From the neck down It doesn't exist But I'm not pissed So long as I get this rush now You can judge me for my sins But you don't know how it ends and where it begins You can gaze upon me motionless But I'd rather not care for your despair This I confess Lying down, getting dumber Number As I bid farewell Inhaling the fumes, oh yes, the sweet perfume for He who lie in Hell Somewhere in this vacation I have lost my mind Stricken with the nirvana I can now unwind Fearing nothing Feeling something From the neck down From the neck down From the neck down Impressing me Repressing these memories For I don't care now Remorseless and finding This is spell-binding From the neck down From the neck down From the neck down I hate it all I am appalled But at least I don't care now You can judge me for my sins But you don't know how it ends and where it begins You can gaze upon me motionless But I'd rather not care for your despair This I confess Time is not a virtue Flying nowhere, I forget I hurt you No warning needed Appetite feeded The pain inside my heart is receded Time is not a virtue Flying nowhere, I forget I hurt you No warning needed Appetite feeded The pain inside my heart is receded Brain is pounding It's astounding From the neck down From the neck down From the neck down I hate the life Full of strife But as long as I have this feeling Morbid senses I'm defenseless From the neck down From the neck down From the neck down This needs to die So I don't cry But as long as I have this feeling You can judge me for my sins But you don't know how it ends and where it begins You can gaze upon me motionless But I'd rather not care for your despair This I confess You can judge me for my sins (from the neck down x5) But you don't know how it ends and where it begins (from the neck down x5) You can gaze upon me motionless (from the neck down x5) But I'd rather not care for your despair This I confess
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01-16-2007, 10:35 PM | #1390 |
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Freaks of Love
There's music at least, in this nowhere space I call a life, yet no home to burn.
and love, oh what of that? A single thrill between the nights. for such is loss, that once endured, must eternal be and such is this, my fortune blurred, that only want can sting the nerves, and endings far too calm record the days, and pack away the dread and frost of losing you so cold alone, and still this broken string red as ever, dead or clever, still lying cut in twain while in vain we set the blame out of reach tried, yes honestly we tried these gods we breed of lust and jealousy faces marred in ugly pleasure, leering from the clouds of almost perfect torn between the fears we cherish freaks of love, scenes we cannot censor carried on to fairer dreams was all we ever had and all we seem to hold in cups of foolish gold falls as ash to lonely tongues |
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