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[Your Worst Nitemare] Crew
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 Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 6:49 pm
Here you may post any poems/songs that you have written, or if you don't write poetry, you may post your favorite poems or songs.
here's my crap er um... work. confused
I am the most destructive thing man has created
By declaring me, I have claimed thousands of your men
I don't bring peace, I destroy it.
I am nobody's friend
I cause pain, grief, and destruction around the world
I am war
Next one...
Hear a shreik of pain and you ignore
A cry for help and you walk on by
You don't notice the suffering around you
Because you're the one who caused it
And you don't care that these people are dying for you.
This one is a song, dedicated to my friend's cousin who is in the Navy. She wrote one about him too.
M.L. II
Soldiers on the feild
Watched over our freedom
Sent over by one man's lie
Do they deserve to die?
Hostile conditions that no one survives
Crying and Dying they give up their lives
God's eyes see their pain
Tears fall down as gentle rain
They wait in the gentle tide
As they wait for death and darkness to close their eyes
Brother's mourning their lost dreams
Their lives were never what they seemed
One mistake can cost
Thousands of lives that we have lost
Now listen to the sounds of the cries
As we watch these men all die
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 12:23 pm
Right now my favorite poet is Dorothy Parker, so here's a few from her:
Resume
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
Unfortunate Coincidence
By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.
Frustration
If I had a shiny gun,
I could have a world of fun
Speeding bullets through the brains
Of the folk who give me pains;
Or had I some poison gas,
I could make the moments pass
Bumping off a number of
People whom I do not love.
But I have no lethal weapon-
Thus does Fate our pleasure step on!
So they still are quick and well
Who should be, by rights, in hell.
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 3:21 pm
Off the top of my head, in "honor" of Hitler's birthday, the Columbine shootings, and 4:20...
In the 1950's, a woman recalls
that she found her family dead
while she was gone
Her brother: Gay,
taken away.
Her father: Jew,
taken, too.
Her mother married the wrong kind.
They were all gassed then blind
but her. She survived.
Today, this day is condemned
for many more reasons than one
Anti-drugs, Anti-violence.
Two children, though, destroyed a school
and inspired many more
To pull prank alarms
and bring fire arms
just to make all of us a fool.
I want this day to be done.
I wish I can get high.
When 4:20 rolls along,
that is when I'll fly.
The after-effects I care not.
I want to end this dread
even if I'm dead.
I don't mind the rot.
I had a crappy day. mad
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 5:57 pm
here's another one i wrote last night...
Broken Lullaby
A broken lullaby is a dead man's song
A broken lullaby is a world of wrong
Shrieked in their ears for eternal days
Swimming in a sea of writhed pain
Lullaby of her hollowed out scream
The counting of his dead dreams
A wretched soul is the toll he pays
A sea of hell is where he stays
Dancing guns and bullets in her head
Too late, he's gone, he's already dead
No more pain for her, no more pleasure for him
God clenses them of both their sins
The fateful day of the murder trial
Forced in a cell of self imposed denial
Of this day no one denied
She's gone, she's dead, comitted suicide
Bruied together in hollow graves
Two loves that no one saved
A rape, a murder, a suicide
The story ends where everyone died.
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