Rogue Ninja

Gone We're still friends, that's what I heard you say But those are words, you don't act that way Well, I won't dwell on it one more day This is a game I never liked to play I loved you once, I won't love you twice For once I'm taking good advice I won't be paused, be put on hold I won't wait out here in the cold I'm gone Oh, I'm gone Don't wanna hurt me, that's your excuse You're hurting me right now, so what's the use? Ready to move on I called a truce But I guess your agreement was loose I loved you once, I won't love you twice For once I'm taking good advice I won't be paused, be put on hold I won't wait out here in the cold I'm gone Oh, I'm gone I've never been one to stand up for myself But this time I've got to This time I've got to There's a friend in my life who I can count on And baby, it's not you Baby, it's not you I loved you once, I won't love you twice For once I'm taking good advice I won't be paused, be put on hold I won't wait out here in the cold I'm gone Oh, I'm gone

Nice.

F.U. You broke my heart But I guess I always knew you would You told me lies And lies, they always sound so good Well I'm falling, falling, here and now Gotta get to my feet somehow I'm falling under and it's all your fault You carved these woulds and poured on salt I'm falling under but I'll stand some day And then you'll hear what I have to say You made me cry But for you it's such an easy task You say "what now?" As if you really need to ask Well I'm falling, falling, falling still Entirely against my will I'm falling under and it's all your fault You carved these woulds and poured on salt I'm falling under but I'll stand some day And then you'll hear what I have to say Well I'm falling, falling once again What the hell was I thinking then? I'm falling under and it's all your fault You carved these woulds and poured on salt I'm falling under but I'll stand some day And then you'll hear what I have to say What the hell was I thinking then? That's what I have to say

I look forward to listening to that. =) Thank you so much. Yes, good openers! That's good to know. I'll try to keep it up. Yeah, I'll be the first to admit that keeping up a constant rhythm is not easy, and I'm not disciplined enough to keep trying until it's perfect. I'm more of the "eh, it's not the best, but it's good enough" school, though I'd like to move up eventually. Thanks again!

It's cute! I think it would work better as a paragraph, though. I don't see the line breaks adding anything to it, and writing free verse poetry sets you up to be ripped apart by a lot of critics. Unless there's some kind of structure there that I'm missing? I'll post one of mine instead of coming back in 10 minutes and double posting, ha. Freedom I wake up with the morning light creeping around the curtain It happens almost every day but even that’s not certain Some mornings I wake up and by clouds the light’s hidden Those are days when contemplative moods arise unbidden I think about my life and the direction it’s going I think about me feelings and I keep them all from showing I think about my problems and the causes that precede them And how none of that matters if I only have my freedom I lie awake on restless nights, dark heightening my senses Overwhelming thoughts attack breaking down my defenses It’s not likely that I will cry but less likely that I’ll sleep As through my mind large problems thrash and small worries also creep I think about myself and the way that I am living I think about the things I get compared to what I’m giving I think of all the things I want but I don’t really need them The one thing that I need the most I have and that’s my freedom I stand alone up on the bridge and see as far as I can Everything that meets the eye can interfere with my plan I hold my breath and close my eyes, it breaks my heart to be there To see how small I really am, it all just seems so unfair I think about the plans I’ve made and promises I’ve broken I think of all my lofty goals and the lies that I’ve spoken I think about my instincts but I know I’d never heed them ‘Cause giving up on life is just me giving up my freedom

Parmore Sugarcult Plain White T's Thrice The Offspring Simple Plan Bad Religion Good Charlotte Dropkick Murphys The Used

Thank you so much! I think those are my favorites, too. Haha, I guess it's good for songs to have good opening lines but I was upset I couldn't get the rest of the song to live up to the start.

Cold air. Spring had come, but not spring weather, so when Francisco pulled open the door he was met with cold air. He had a jacket, at least, and it wasn’t raining, but the night still bit at his hands and face as he stepped out into it. He didn’t have to go anywhere, didn’t have anywhere to go, but he couldn’t stay inside. Not in his room where his roommates would patronize him, not in the lounge where his floor mates were constantly yammering. It was strange, though when Francisco really thought about it, it made perfect sense; many of his floor mates had only met each other this school year, and while he’d be hard-pressed to remember more than a handful of their names, they all chatted like they were old friends. From this it was clear how out of place he really was. Walking out of the dorm building and towards the deserted campus, Francisco supposed that he could fit in if he tried to, if he really wanted to. The thing was, he admitted as he shivered, that he really didn’t want to. He didn’t see a reason to give into social norms, to fake smiles, to force conversation, to frequent parties, to fuck women, just so that people would like him. What did it matter if they liked him? He might be a little more comfortable in the short run, but as they came and went he’d have to conform to and impress each new set of people, and he’s be stuck in a life of imitation and confusion. On top of that, he’d still never be happy, because no matter how much people liked him, if he lived like them he’d hate himself. Having managed to find a bench that wasn’t covered in dew and bird shit, Francisco took a seat. Leaning his head back he could see the black silhouette of leaves and branches against the only slightly lighter background of deep purple night sky. College life, then, was like the foliage, dark and ugly, and obscuring his view, but if he could keep sight of his goals through the spaces, he’d make it someday. He’d find his way to that place he belonged: a huge office with his name on the door, way up in a building so high that he could look out his window and see the whole world at once. Francisco wasn’t one for fantasy, but sometimes he needed an extra push and right now was one of those times. Closing his eyes he imagined himself, older, well-dressed, with a better haircut, standing in an office furnished with that beautiful mahogany desk and shelf set he had seen at the office supply store, and that gorgeous big, black, leather chair. He was facing the window, which went from floor to ceiling, and looking out he could see himself sitting in the dark in his faded jacket and weathered hat. After all, if he could see the whole world all at once, why shouldn’t that include the world of his past which was really his present? “I remember being down there,” his older self said in the kind of smooth voice you’d expect from an attorney despite his informal choice of words. “It sucked. Ass, balls, cock, whatever you want to say it sucked, it sucked. But when you get up here, you never have to go back down, and it’s so worth it. So worth it.” So worth it. There on the bench, Francisco felt that he could open his eyes and see right into the intelligent and confident eyes of the man he wanted to be, the man he was trying to become, but when he did open them he saw only black leaves and purple sky. He had known that was all he would find, but that didn’t stop him from feeling as though an icy fist had taken hold of his heart and given it a crushing squeeze. He remembered then why he hated fantasy; it was so painful to admit that it wasn’t real. He couldn’t stay there—in the dark with the leaves and the cold and the wind slicing at his exposed skin. He needed to get back to the dorm, back to his room where he could sleep and not think, and with any luck not dream. More than that he needed to get out of here, out of the world of extended adolescence, unto adulthood, independence, self-respect, but he could only do one thing at a time, and right now the thing to do was get in out of the cold. Adjusting his hat, Francisco got up off the bench and started on his way back to Maple Residence Hall. Maybe tomorrow wouldn’t be so bad, but he doubted it.

My rockstar pajamas.

My little sister has a baseball signed by the Dodgers. I don't know who in particular.

Green chinos, purple blouse, black vans.

Little sister: He's not the right guy for you. He's too white, too skinny, and too tall. Me: But I like them that way!

I am currently obsessed with One Piece. Zoro is awesome!

sand

Pain in my pants

"Like, ten minutes."

Bleed in my pants

hell

Missing Out I'm never gonna find someone As good as you Someone who makes me smile The way you do I'll never find someone else Who's all I see But you're never gonna find someone As good as me You may be close to perfect But I'm close to perfect, too I'm everything you're looking for 'cause I was made for you I'll be worse off without you That's not something I doubt But I won't be the only one of us who's missing out I'm never gonna feel again What I feel now Even if I find someone Out there somehow This love I feel inside Is all for you No other girl will ever feel The way I do You may be close to perfect But I'm close to perfect, too I'm everything you're looking for 'cause I was made for you I'll be worse off without you That's not something I doubt But I won't be the only one of us who's missing out I can't pretend I understand Why all the girls don't fall for you Why every girl you've ever met Wouldn't give up her all for you But you've told me that's how it is That's how it's gonna stay I'm the girl who fell for you How can you walk away? You may be close to perfect But I'm close to perfect, too I'm everything you're looking for 'cause I was made for you I'll be worse off without you That's not something I doubt But I won't be the only one of us who's missing out Someday you'll realize you're missing out

Personally I like songs that rhyme, but I'm sure with a good melody the lack of rhyme won't matter so much. I like the finishing verse. It's very strong and defiant.

I remember them, too, though it's hard when they haven't put out an album in so long, lazy jerks.

Thank you. I'm glad you like it. =)

For Now You know I never thought I'd be the kind To fumble with locked doors Never thought I'd fall for green eyes I fell for yours You know I never thought I'd be the one To hit dead ends (again and again) Never thought someone would try to run From what I'd lend And it's what you never thought that gets you Does it hurt? I think you know it does Was it wrong? Some day I'll say it was But for now I'll see your side of things Your confusion and what it brings Will I die? Luck for you, no Will I cry? That's something I think you know But for now I'll tell you that it's fine While wishing what was hers was mine You know I always thought I'd find someone I finally did with you I'd fall quickly for the right one Thought you'd fall, too You know I always thought I'd be happy Won't work out that way (Maybe someday) Always thought giving someone my all Would make him stay And it's what you always thought that fooled you Does it hurt? I think you know it does Was it wrong? Some day I'll say it was But for now I'll see your side of things Your confusion and what it brings Will I die? Luck for you, no Will I cry? That's something I think you know But for now I'll tell you that it's fine While wishing what was hers was mine Thanks for the laughs, thanks for the smiles Though I won't be doing either for a while Thanks for the tears and the pain and self doubt But I hope that at least your life works out Does it hurt? I think you know it does Was it wrong? Some day I'll say it was But for now I'll see your side of things Your confusion and what it brings Will I die? Luck for you, no Will I cry? That's something I think you know But for now I'll tell you that it's fine While wishing what was hers was mine I'm wishing what was hers was mine But for now I'll tell you that I'm fine

Arrr I'm a pirate. Standing next to a mongoose....

Man, that was the worse kiss ever. He didn't even touch her, wth.