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25-11-2010, 07:01 PM | #76 | |||
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Quand il pleut, il pleut
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I hear your voice, it never ends, its ringing in my ears
Day on day and into months and months turn into years You say I’m weird, that I don’t fit, a ginger headed geek But what is normal,? what will fit? Am I such a freak? You say my skins too pale and I need to get a tan You tell me you will get me, but catch me if you can You say I need to shut my mouth, but I have much to say You tell me you’ll make sure that I won’t live another day You say that I'm too thin or fat, nothing is quite right I mock you for your ignorance, you may bark but you can't bite Too late I see the flash of steel, the blade into my skin Ok you win I’ll be quiet, I’ll never speak again Beneath the ground I find my voice and you can hear me yell I’ll meet with you one last time and watch you burn in hell |
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26-11-2010, 03:30 PM | #77 | |||
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Quand il pleut, il pleut
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Cast a pebble on the pond and watch it spread it’s hands
See the ripples grow until it finally reaches land A seed will grow, entangle all and soon light will be shade The forest will consume where there was once a sunny glade Hate does grow like this if allowed its liberty The chains that tie it to your heart will never let you free |
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14-12-2010, 10:15 AM | #78 | |||
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Like a fine whiskey
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Not posted in here for a while, lol.
Here's a little Christmas one I found. Christmas Bells By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Till, ringing, singing on its way The world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime, A chant sublime Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Then from each black, accursed mouth The cannon thundered in the South, And with the sound The Carols drowned Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And in despair I bowed my head; ‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said; ‘For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!’ Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: ‘God is not dead; nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men!’
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28-01-2011, 07:25 PM | #79 | ||
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Pyramid*
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There was a Land that was Happy
Who felt a brooding for nappy When in Rome as they say At fornication she'll play Morning sickness will then make her snappy! |
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17-02-2011, 11:43 PM | #80 | |||
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03-03-2011, 02:40 PM | #81 | |||
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Hahahaha, here's an example of why I shoudn't write when drunk/stoned.
Depression #1 [Feast] Smash my face into the wall, and run into the mahogany bed posts Cry myself to sleep, weep, scream, breakdown fall. Lock the night away from my face, take the jar away from my claws Jam the doors and thunder my confused, angry, lost rage. 7 times a melancholy, 3 times low-self esteem. Bite my tongue and urge to jump from the roof on which I stand (or lure myself to be pushed by a temptations hand)... Bitter gin taste on my tongue stud tonight, Fear the fight before sunlight, it’s not right, But my head tells me to go, flow, drown in my own sorrow. Maybe tomorrow I won’t be here, maybe I’ll be gone from sight, I plead to stay, but also beg to be let go… Batter the last bruises on my skin, flick away shameful sin, Where to begin? Lets not as my strength wears thin, So bleed out my wrists, clench my fists, why bother trying to resist, I know the time is here, I don’t fear, goodbye to my doors, Let them close as I hold my last grin, wear out the page, 4 times the tears, weeping, bleeding, I’ll join the world in which I was born and let those who starve eat, For those who starve I won’t be breathing But instead feeding…
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19-03-2011, 04:56 PM | #82 | |||
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27-03-2011, 11:29 PM | #83 | |||
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Sir
Two seconds sir, I’ll be right with you sir, bear with me sir I just have to do this quickly sir. Please just wait by the door sir, please be patient sir, someone will see you shortly sir. Sorry to keep you waiting sir, table for two sir, would you like to follow me sir, yes just this way please sir. Here you go sir, is this ok for you sir? By the window sir, take a seat sir, I’ll be with you shortly sir. Apologies for the delay sir, what would you like to drink sir, you’re ready to order sir, what would you like sir? I’m really sorry sir, but we’re out of that today sir, how about this instead sir, no I’m sorry we have none of that either sir. Very good choice sir, I’ll go fetch it now sir, hold the ice sir? As you wish sir, I’ll be back as soon as I can sir. Here we go sir, again sorry for the delay sir, we’re rather busy today sir, your food will be with you shortly sir. Bear with me sir, I'm just serving this table sir then I'll be with you sir, yes I heard you sir, I just said I'm serving this table sir. Right hello again sir, what seems to be the problem sir, you’ve waited half an hour sir? My apologies sir, I’ll go chase it up now for you sir. I’m afraid it’s going to be another ten minutes sir, it’s behind other orders sir, you don’t want to wait sir? You’re a busy man I see sir. No need to raise your voice sir, I understand your frustrated sir, would you like a drink on the house sir? Please calm yourself down sir, I’m trying to help you sir. You don’t want my help sir, you just want a refund sir, and to see me fired sir, wonderful sir, here’s a feedback form sir, you have to go online sir. Here’s your money back sir, my apologies again sir, take care now sir, hope to see you again sir, have a good day sir, I’ll close the door behind you sir... ...Lets hope I never see you in here again hey sir.
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27-03-2011, 11:32 PM | #84 | ||
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*wants to hear you read that* ^
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27-03-2011, 11:34 PM | #85 | |||
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I just read it out loud in my room and was getting right into the scene it portrays. I started getting angry and impatient as if I was actually talking to this guy.
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28-03-2011, 12:38 AM | #86 | ||
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28-03-2011, 01:07 AM | #87 | |||
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Maybe one day in the future. I got other projects to get on with at the moment.
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28-03-2011, 02:15 AM | #88 | ||
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23-04-2011, 02:04 AM | #89 | |||
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Altar Ego
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I'm going to start dumping my songs here because I've been writing a lot more lately. I know it's not technically poetry but lyrics without music as of yet ... you know ... virtually poetry.
Unknown Girls Unknown girls to be found throughout Their nectar sweet accents I could do without When I'm trying to settle on what's really around A barren plane, the worst kind of drought Unknown girls they come through the screen Causing all that's natural to rip at the seams And I kick and I scream within of without As a perverted mindset rises from doubt Unknown girls to watch but not touch No communication, not a word No situation or any kind of relation Just temporary relief from a world of hurt Unknown to me, and me to them Can't have or hold Can't confide or be told Anything but unknown girls I have to go without. It's pretty obvious what it's about beneath all the lurvely versing. God I really ought to start having more sex again. |
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23-04-2011, 02:05 AM | #90 | |||
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23-04-2011, 02:07 AM | #91 | |||
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Altar Ego
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Crass, filthy poetry.
I'll balance it out with something more positive next. |
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23-04-2011, 02:09 AM | #92 | |||
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I wouldn't worry. Most of mine are depressing. Lol.
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23-04-2011, 02:11 AM | #93 | |||
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Same here. Although it should never be a reflection of self. It always just seems that people reach for the pen when they are sad rather than happy.
Still I feel weird now for polluting the thread with my debauched wank prose. |
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23-04-2011, 02:15 AM | #94 | |||
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Lol, no worries. I enjoy reading most things. That's the joy with writing, it's all different.
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23-04-2011, 02:18 AM | #95 | |||
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24-04-2011, 10:44 AM | #96 | |||
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Quand il pleut, il pleut
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Stoke the fires of burning flesh
Free the spirits and let them rest Release the captive hearts above Carry gentle clouds of love Hand to me your thoughts and deeds For they will slow your journey’s speed I’ll keep them safe inside my head I’ll nurture them and keep them fed We fan the flames and see them prance And you and I will have our dance Satan’s tango, steps of death Will guide our feet and burn our flesh As we glide across the floor You will not harm me anymore |
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24-04-2011, 11:53 AM | #97 | |||
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04-06-2011, 03:35 PM | #98 | |||
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Quand il pleut, il pleut
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The jaws of despair are tightening around
A deafening silence, a noiseless sound Sharpened teeth piercing, spoiling virginal flesh My thoughts seeking refuge, a place to rest The darkness of light, the confusion of calm My heart feel s a chill but my blood remains warm No solace to find, no corner to hide A drought in my eyes, not a tear will I cry My words disappear, though I know I have spoke them I will step off the edge in a fall never broken I feel you pursue, yet I know no ones there My eyes are tight shut but I’m fixed with my stare Razor teeth in my flesh are dripping with bile The depth of the darkness is there in your smile I pray to be gone even though I am nowhere Light will chase you away, send you back to your lair When it comes, it will bring with it life once again And your sorrow can wait in your venomous den |
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04-06-2011, 03:59 PM | #99 | |||
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Still I Rise - Maya Angelou (only poem in my english anthology that I liked, I think it is so powerful and great and love the themes)
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.
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04-06-2011, 04:04 PM | #100 | |||
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