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.
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.
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
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
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
