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 Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 8:35 am
yea...this combines work that anybody wants to post. This place is for lyrics, poems, and short stores. Nothing to long, please. When you post here you ARE subject to get criticism. So... ~Rules~
1. No flaming
2. use CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Tell people what they need (if anything) but let them think for themselves.
3. Don't get all huffy if someone gives you advice. There is nothing worse than an ungreatful son of a gun.
4. say please and thank you. whee
5. If you have a poem to share then center it.
6. ...have fun... 4laugh
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 12:45 am
Damsel in Distress
By: Psychotic__GAL “Are you all right, miss?”
Lip tremble.
Damsel in Distress.
No man could resist.
“No.”
Careful thoughts.
Don’t let them leak
Don’t let them show
That’s the weakness.
“What is it?”
A helpful smile
God, he really has no clue.
This will all end soon.
“Would you mind terribly…?”
A voice caresses
A tone, pleading
All manners lift.
“What is it?”
Lovely.
Make him care.
Make him give,
Tisk tisk.
“I need your help.”
Need it indeed
This same act again.
Delicate?
Me?
“Do you now?”
Suspects nothing
It’s better this way
He’ll forget.
Unable to pick out.
Unable to tell.
“Please…”
Almost a whine.
Also a lie.
Shaking all over.
That was the wind.
Perhaps excitement blended in.
Could he tell?
“Please what, my dear?”
A new voice.
A new shiver.
The air is still.
Nothing to blame.
“Help me home?”
Uncertainty?
In me?
Get out of here.
Something is different.
The mood has changed.
“No.”
No.
A simple word.
Turn.
Get away!
“S-sorry to have bothered you.”
Polite.
Wide eyes.
Shaking voice.
This is no act of mine.
The thoughts broke through.
“Oh look,”
The first cries
“She’s terrified.”
Eyes are sharp
Staring into onyx.
What a strange hold they have.
“Thought you were going to get him?”
The second asked
Shake my head
No.
So wrong.
“Liar”
It was a hiss
But it hit the air
My body turned to run.
“Listen to me.”
Cold anger now
My wrist is in his hand
“No.”
A whisper.
My voice is a whisper.
Try to pull away.
He barks a laugh
His grip becomes stronger.
His laugh turns to a growl
The heel of my hand connected.
Serves him right.
A broken nose.
“We were going to spare you.”
The first one said.
A smile.
The same as before.
Mocking.
Dear God.
They pull me in.
Darkness.
Screams.
Was that mine?
Did I scream?
Me?
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 8:57 pm
(rather intruiging. I'd give it a 4 out of 5. Hopefully my song won't be too dull. Tried to write a love song, and this is what I got. >.>; )
All For You
I don't know how to say this
But I've made up my mind
She's going to hear me say it
And not for the last time
Now you tell me that
I wouldn't understand
What you've had to go through.
But I am going to say that
I'm doin all I can
And it's all for you.
{Chorus:
There's no limit I can't break,
No precious item I can't take...
If I had to do it for your sake
I'd let it all go just to have you.}
Somewhere down the line
You went and said that
Something was not right
And I could only say
I love you so go on and
Take you some free time.
Sooner or later we know
That I will be yours and
You will be all mine.
{Chorus}
Can't believe I was so lucky
That I met someone like you
Life without you would be sucking,
My heart remains forever true.
We look back down that road...
With the hell we survived and
The problems we've been through,
so many places to go,
All I can say is it's all up to you...
So now I say... {Chorus 2x}
This song is already publicized, and copyrighted on several other sites I post on. Theifs will be caught. lol -Patch
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 4:37 pm
erm... I also give this a 4 out of 5. It's...a tiny tiny tiny bit cliche but then again, what can one right about love that is not the slightest bit cliche? Thanks for your post. I liked it, it flowed very well. 3nodding
Lovely, Frozen Dame
Part I (the Dame)
I used to be happy and friendly—
None would wince to hear me speak,
Yet as I see it now,
Even my friends are avoiding me.
What has happened?
What has changed?
Yes, I have snapped
And my tongue has been known to sting.
My eyes, shadowed in
A look of discontent,
But isn’t that normal?
What can I change?
I’m not deaf to the rumors spreading.
I know what they think
I posses the sin of greed
Or emotions have fled
From my being;
But if this is true,
Why does it still sear?
Why does it still cause pain,
When learned of what they’re saying?
Questions run
But one sticks:
Where is he?
My husband said he works,
However, 14 hours each day?
Here, thought I sometime ago,
Here is the one who will stick by me.
My husband.
My friend.
Yet even he has
Grown weary of me.
He’s probably out with
Some young little thing,
Grinning for my stupidity.
So, I’ll just cause him less grief.
I’ll say now,
“Good bye, dear,”
Be gone before
You even reappear.
Part II (the Groom)
The day I married her,
If I recall correct,
I stood before the mirror,
Am I sure, I’m doing true?
Yes,
My answer came.
When the march had started,
Her face shown with delight,
Her eyes were pearl,
Glassy, beautiful.
Even now,
Though we are older
I know I did right.
I married her.
Never betrayed her.
Never thought of it.
My hours at the firm
Are spent for our dreams
Today I was promoted,
Authority is mine.
This means less hours.
Can’t wait to see her face.
I walk into our house,
Feeling proud of it as ever.
It is big
And it took some time to get it.
I set my briefcase on the floor
And reach to close the door.
With a grin on my face, I make my way
To her usual spot
Where she always waits.
She must’ve felt exhausted,
I think about her absence.
I walk up the stairs with a sigh
And decided to tell her later.
I open our door.
The bedroom is dark and full of corners.
My wife’s form on the bed—
Curled in fetal position.
I smile, though her face,
In the shadows.
I undress by the light
Of the dim street lamps
So as not to wake her,
I climb into bed,
Kiss her forehead.
Cold,
So I snuggled by her.
No subtle movement in her
Why is she angry?
My consciousness is lost
In plans and promises,
I will bring into reality.
Part III (awakening)
As dawn approached
His irritating alarm sounded.
The husband awoke,
The noise went silent.
For once, his bride lied motionless.
He showered, dressed in solitude.
He returned to the room,
His wife was still unmoving.
He shuffled over
To give a good bye kiss.
But stopped.
Horror filled his countenance.
A scene reflected in watering gaze.
His wife, his lovely wife
Lie on the bed.
Lied there with pale face
Colorless cheeks, colorless lips.
(Copyrighted by Psychotic__GAL)) I do believe I need a new form. >.< All of mine seem to be a little violent.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 4:20 pm
Hit The Wall
It all consumes me now
Down steadily I fall
I'm wonderin quickly how
To avoid the oncoming wall.
However it was that they
Found how to suppress one's will
Stoppin everything you say
And leaving you the bill.
{Chorus:
The silence, it grabs me,
Pushing and pulling,
Me into those empy halls.
All at once, I'm finding,
Life's not what it seems
And that's just when you hit the wall!}
No mater where I run
Or any place I can hide
It seems the can simply find
Me under all their lies.
The world will start to turn
For I'm runnin out of time
This is where I'll slowly burn
At the end of this silver line.
{Chorus}
I'm turning down the street
Tryin to outrun fate
Then suddenly the ground I meet
Now it is all too late.
Quickly got up to go
I only stood up tall
In front of me defiantly so
Was just another wall.
{Chorus 2x}
As mentioned before, all of my work has been fully copyrighted. All attempts of plagiarism will be found out, violators will be violated.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 1:19 pm
It reminds me of...(don't take this the wrong way..I love this group!) Lincoln Park...remember: Don't take this the wrong way! >.< I liked it! ODE TO MY POPTART
Ode to my Poptart. So gooey inside,
Sprinkles of goodness in every bite.
Each morning I devour you--each evening, too!
Your crust is so crunchy
Your frosting--so fine.
Indeed it might happen: The toaster may catch fire,
Likewise dear poptart you will even be scorched
Nevertheless I'll gobble you up, and I'll go looking for a new toaster.
And while I'm out, I'll grab 9 more of the
Hot and chewy, excellent, and fantastic
Packs of the favored strawberry pastries.
When I get home I shall unpack the kitchen Aid toaster,
Hook it up, set the dial, and soon I shall have a massive mountain
Of the long awaited, sugar infested, sweet and delicious, Poptarts!
In fact it is true: ODE TO MY POPTART
Where would I be without you! Copyrighted. PG here's a happy one... *smirk*
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 10:11 pm
[I give it 4 out of 5, just for writing prose about a toaster pastry. biggrin ]
I wrote a love song some time ago. Considering I'm no longer with the person that inspired it, I feel no guilt in posting it here. Was going to add more verses, but never got the chance. Light-hearted, upbeat folk song.
Lackadaisy
Dance ye through the river grass
Twirling ‘round the meadow green
Smile and show, my bonny lass,
The bluest eyes I’ve ever seen
Lackadaisy
Then just maybe
Hold my heart forever
A dandelion to paint your hair
Your cheeks, a rose for blushing hue
Your laugh as clear as Summer air
And then, a’course, your eyes o’ blue
Lackadaisy
Then just maybe
Hold my heart forever
I'm walking down the aisle with you
you say you'll spend your life with me
I lift the veil and say 'I do'
to blue eyes smiling back at me
Lackadaisy
Then just maybe
Hold my heart forever
Our Summers fade to Winter’s chill
Your golden hair has gilded gray
But even now, I love you still
You’re eyes get bluer every day
Lackadaisy
Then just maybe
Hold my heart forever
(c) Kaiwyn the Bard
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 6:36 pm
(@ psychotic__Gal: I've seen you in another RP guild before, I think, but I can't remember, for the life of me, where. It's really bothering me. neutral )
(@ Jo Rhade's latest post: I like it-- I honestly wish I could write that well. Makes me think of Flogging Molly a little. 3nodding )Broken Marionettes
Two marionettes sit, broken, on the grimy floorboards.
It’s dark, for the most part,
Though a little light shines through the dirty window pane,
And the room is empty
Layered in dust,
Save the two broken toys.
They seem to have fallen atop one another,
Their strings cut and hopelessly tangled about their feet.
The bigger one has a large crack in the back of his head,
The slighter one has a crushed leg.
Once they’d had someone to love them,
To play with them,
To make them dance,
But she was gone, now,
And they were left here.
She’d loved the slight, blond one to death,
Though she was fond of the red-haired one, too, in an odd way–
Not the same love as the other received,
But something softer–
Something not quite so intimate.
But she was gone, now,
And they were left there alone.
Broken.
Abandoned.
Uncared for and forgotten,
Left to rot in the gloom and cold of the old house.
What would happen to them?
Would they shatter?
Would they disintegrate?
Did they matter?
Did she miss them?
Did she wonder where they’d gone?
Their glossy eyes, of black and green,
Stare lifelessly into space–
The black at the ground,
As if reeling from rejection,
And the green up at his partner,
As if wishing for hope and something to cling to.
But his partner can offer him no solace,
For they are unmissed,
For they do not live they way she did,
For they are just two broken marionettes, sitting on the grimy floorboards. (Yay, for bad attempts at something vaguely resembling poetry! biggrin )
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 1:57 pm
( Jo Rhade: AW! I love that song! It honestly sounds like it was made in an earlier time period...maybe the dust bowl times? I wish I had the ability to make my writing sound older! Oh, and thanks for the rate. lol TodieLaughing: you're soo right! I have seen you somewhere! It must have been awhile ago though...hmmm...now it's bugging me. u.u we shall have to think about this for awhile. as for your poem...I like it. It's sad... T.T And it reminds me vaguely of toy story (which when that one song came on it made me cry! T.T *finds song on itunes* "when she loved me" ) ok...my turn... Background: I wrote the first stanza 4 or 5 years ago for a class. Then that inspired me to start writing a story (haven't finished it yet) which then in turn inspired the last two stanzas. I forgot what the form is called but you start with words like...actually, you'll see what I mean. Here you go!) Nightmares and Tales
Into the homes
Where children sleep
Inside their minds
Lives a fairy-tale place
Over large plains, flowers abloom
Beside long oceans, endless in doom
Under lingering sunsets
Playing games all day
These children will dream on, O yes dream on
Yearning to stay
But they will have to wake up
For their parents will never know
What lies in their fairy-tale worlds.
In your room
Where you sleep sigh
Inside your head,
Rests a complex lie.
The worlds you travel
All through the night
Are not what they seem,
They are not full of light.
You know deep within
That the truth can be spied
Yet you can’t seem to shake
The dreams’ lasting delights.
In His world
Where sleep is denied
Lives a man cloaked in the darkness
Of the darkest winter nights.
His presence is carried
In all dreams and tales
He may seem familiar,
But know,
He is no friend.
Be wary of him
He is not to be trusted
With his sneer and his scar
He will take you unaware.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 4:56 pm
On This Journy
This is a song that I wrote. The lyrics where inspired by one of my friends, but I turned them into my own. It's mainly about my first love and how it went away. Yeah it was his fault since he cheated on me.
It seems the road is getting darker,
And my fears consume my soul.
But in the light I see your face
So will you come and take me home.
So we can runway
Far-far away.
Run away from all the lies inside.
The moon is getting awfully brighter,
And your smile is taunting me.
I can't believe it ended this way?
Why the hell you had to leave?
So now I'll runaway
Far from all your lies.
Far away from all your lies.
I can't believe I could have fallen
For all your lies
You gave me wings
Only to make me fall
I guess that this is life
I can't belive you could betray me.
I guess I am ment to be alones.
So now I'll runaway (Oh I'll runaway.)
Far from your decitful smile.
I'll run away to someplace I belong.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 9:44 am
Alitza: The thing with break up/cheating/boyfriend (girlfriend) poems is that they tend to...well, use the same words/images. Don't get me wrong, I love the song but you may want to switch up some of the words. Like smile and lies...oh but I love some of your images! like... Quote: You gave me wings Only to make me fall I really like that! 3nodding
Stood Up
Her tear streaked face
As she swirls her drink,
At a table, alone
She sits.
However there was a place
Set for another.
Her suggestive dress,
Wasted.
The person she waited for
Is absent.
He would never come.
Her lips,
O’ so sad,
How red they look,
How much they shook.
A sleazy man
With greasy hair
And shining eyes
Buys her another and another.
Finally he has her
Where he wants her.
She’s gone.
He takes her up,
Half carrying her,
To his black car—
Stolen.
Down a dimly lit,
Country road,
In the middle of nowhere,
He drives her still.
Finally he stops.
She pleads
No.
Morning bitter light comes.
A farmer walks his land.
The ditch holds her dead,
Offended body.
He finds it.
Her loss,
Mourned over.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 10:36 am
[Wow, Psych... that's a bit on the morbid side. But then again, where would we be without a little melancholy now and then. Liked the description of her killer. Typical bar trash.]
[So, since the current consensus is looking rather emo, I'll post one of my own. Not really depressing so much as a bit sad and sympathetic. Was originally done as an individual piece, but I wrote another piece titled The Forgotten Minstrel that seemed as though it was talking about the same person when he was alive... so I titled this one The Forgotten Minstrel Revisited. Hope you enjoy.]
The Forgotten Minstrel, Revisited
I wandered by a minstrel's grave
the tombstone of a roguish knave
No names or dates upon the stone
'A kindly man, he rests unknown'
The tale this tells is as forlorn
as is his headstone weatherworn
Likely he had charm and grace
a pleasant voice, a friendly face
immersed in crowds from day to day
with cheerful smiles and songs to play
So why should such a one be left
without friends, or of love bereft
Perhaps it was his final will
to sleep alone forever—still,
it seems a sad, ironic twist
to leave a bard unsung like this
concealed in a secluded spot
grown over with forget-me-nots
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 10:43 am
[Wow. Ya'll are good. Hopefully I'll be just as good... lol.]
Home
I find my way
through the lonely places,
Cold embraces,
The lost of one more day.
I turn my gaze
from unfamiliar faces,
And I cant remember
Last time I was home....
Another day,
I wake the same...
Stranger in this town.
Cloudy skies,
fall beneath my eyes,
As the world still turns around.
In the season of new beginnings;
In the seasons of love....
I find my way
through the lonely places,
Cold embraces,
The lost of one more day.
I turn my gaze
from unfamiliar faces,
And I cant remember
Last time I was home....
You tell me that love
will last forever,
But long distance love
is so hard to do.
Across the miles,
I raise my eyes,
And I still reach out for you.
(Yes, I do.)
In the season of new beginnings;
In the seasons of love....
I find my way
through the lonely places,
Cold embraces,
The lost of one more day.
I turn my gaze
from unfamiliar faces
And I cant remember
Last time I was home....
I'm coming home.
(c) Aliadane
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 7:55 pm
[[I LOVED Ode to My Poptart!!!]]
[[I'm sorry it doesn't flow well... I wrote this when I was bored so it's pretty pointless I guess... I'm sorry if anyone here doesn't believe in God...]]
Open Up Your Eyes
by Sangoandmiroku799
You wear your smile like concealer
To hide away the flaws deep inside
You wear you sweater like a bandage
To hide away the cuts that aren't from shaving
So open up your eyes
And see Him
He who is waiting for you
Wtih open arms
Wanting you to come home to Him
The Father you never knew
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