XMusicDudetteX Posted February 22, 2007 Report Share Posted February 22, 2007 This is a poem that I wrote the other day. Some of it I would say relates to me and some of it doesn't. This is also my first poem I ever wrote, so its not that good. I uselly write short stories. When I was Young Tell me a story when I was young When I didn't care about life When I felt so free Tell me a story when I was young Did you love playing with me? Was it fun for you as it was for me? Tell me a story when I was young Was I as small as the say? Did dad love me anyways? Tell me a story when I was young When you embraced me in your arms Oh how they felt so warm Tell me a story when I was young Do you miss me now that I am gone? Do you sing our song? This is our time to say goodbye So please don't cry I'm safe here with my heavenly father So please don't cry And say goodbye That's pretty dang good!!! It's so sad too:( Keep up the good work!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest haunted_dreams55 Posted February 22, 2007 Report Share Posted February 22, 2007 ^ Thanks!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
XMusicDudetteX Posted February 22, 2007 Report Share Posted February 22, 2007 ^ Thanks!! You're very welcome Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Emergency32 Posted February 24, 2007 Report Share Posted February 24, 2007 This is a poem that I wrote the other day. Some of it I would say relates to me and some of it doesn't. This is also my first poem I ever wrote, so its not that good. I uselly write short stories. When I was Young Tell me a story when I was young When I didn't care about life When I felt so free Tell me a story when I was young Did you love playing with me? Was it fun for you as it was for me? Tell me a story when I was young Was I as small as the say? Did dad love me anyways? Tell me a story when I was young When you embraced me in your arms Oh how they felt so warm Tell me a story when I was young Do you miss me now that I am gone? Do you sing our song? This is our time to say goodbye So please don't cry I'm safe here with my heavenly father So please don't cry And say goodbye I really love that!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Carla Posted February 24, 2007 Report Share Posted February 24, 2007 This is a poem that I wrote the other day. Some of it I would say relates to me and some of it doesn't. This is also my first poem I ever wrote, so its not that good. I uselly write short stories. When I was Young Tell me a story when I was young When I didn't care about life When I felt so free Tell me a story when I was young Did you love playing with me? Was it fun for you as it was for me? Tell me a story when I was young Was I as small as the say? Did dad love me anyways? Tell me a story when I was young When you embraced me in your arms Oh how they felt so warm Tell me a story when I was young Do you miss me now that I am gone? Do you sing our song? This is our time to say goodbye So please don't cry I'm safe here with my heavenly father So please don't cry And say goodbye i love this! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest haunted_dreams55 Posted February 24, 2007 Report Share Posted February 24, 2007 Thanks Des and Carla!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sincerely_ Posted February 25, 2007 Report Share Posted February 25, 2007 holaaa! some more stuff, which would actually be something i mentioned that influenced that last thing i posted on here. it's one of the few things that i've tried to rhyme and it actually turned out well. Bad Handshakes Falling arms on sidewalk streets Selling sins in palms Passing corpses closed in sheets Healing wounds with psalms Failing hearts will still forgive But collapsed lungs won't take And blood from donors never sticks But some things you can't shake I know your breath, i know your blood Now toast to life, and drink to love Fixed eyes fall on darker skies Where clouds burn shades of blue Among the brighter stars, to seize A shimmer of the duller hue The shading of your skin; it pales Against the deepest cold The flames to fill the shallow wounds, The caverns of your soul And while hands held onto Sweet Syringe All nerves and fingers shake The cold caress of sidewalk streets Marks meeting palms and eyes as fakes I know your breath, i know your blood Now toast to life, and drink to love Gasping now, the earth gapes wide to swallow flesh and light Snatch breath and hope from all without Stole all mistakes and ended plight When gears turn wheels and oiled cogs And corpses stretch for burning Sun The speeding belt burns down the heels They shine mechanic, every one I know your breath, i know your blood Now toast to life, and drink to love Reaching for the sea, you turn to Heaven, plea your prayer! For drier words have never been Spoken in this thinnest of air And orchestrated, every curse - Confessed and then disguised - Strikes up the March of daily dawn As souls fall down and ashes rise Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Emergency32 Posted February 25, 2007 Report Share Posted February 25, 2007 ^ That's really really REALLY good Something i wrote a few nights ago.... it's not really good though. (Broken) Memory Lane You slip a goodbye note under the door but i've read it many times through your eyes before I've loved you once but that's faded away long ago we've took our trip down (broken) memory lane with the melodys of goodbyes running through our minds We're kissing stars hoping they'll help us find the right words to say when we watch this end We slept through the good and lived through the bad The sun hides behind the clouds like it has something to say as we take our last trip down (broken) memory lane We're kissing stars hoping they'll help us find the right words to say when we watch this end You slip a goodbye note under the door but i've read it many times through your eyes before Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest haunted_dreams55 Posted February 25, 2007 Report Share Posted February 25, 2007 ^ Great job guys, I love them both!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SmithRawks Posted February 26, 2007 Report Share Posted February 26, 2007 EDITT I added a lot of stuff to it basically from the chorus on. Nuclear Bombs and Blonde Highlights I sit here in the middle of the night Continuously running my fingers through my hair I just can't seem to figure it out Trying to assume what my life's about And i drink in the midnight air Thinking of nuclear bombs and blonde highlights But i try not to think of the future I like to live in the past Where everything has already happened And i dont have to worry about job interviews, car insurance, or love Most of all love That's the only thing wrong with the past For me, love never seems to last [Chorus] Like the cologne i wear This bad taste will eventually fade away But for now i just want to sit here Run my fingers through my hair And not think about what will happen next Just be ignorant to the fact Everyone will stab my back I'll sit here outside alone It's daylight now Wont be long until a storm of people come I still wont face the present Ill let my mind wander and be absent Thinking of a beautiful wind and suntouched roofs And how a fire could take it all away Oh how i wish the flames would consume me [Chorus] Ill sit here and listen to the shouts and screams That storm of people is on its way People will ask me questions Why do you write in that ridiculous notebook I guess it's to remind me of every chance i took To remind myself how much i fucked up So i live in the past Thats my reason Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Emergency32 Posted February 27, 2007 Report Share Posted February 27, 2007 ^ That has to be my favorite that you've posted on here. Yeah so i wrote another one haha. So Here it is. Let go I'm watching our memorises wash away as the tide moves in We're running out of time with letting go and saying goodbye Our Mistakes keep playing like a bad movie we can't escape Just say goodbye and let go of this all it's too late to say we're sorry watch our memories wash away i think it's time to let go before we take this road once more The happiness we had drifted away as the wind came in and took it from us We expect more then we can take and it shouldn't stay this way Just say goodbye and let go of this all it's too late to say we're sorry watch our memories wash away i think it's time to let go before we take this road once more I'm watching our memorises wash away as the tide moves in Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest haunted_dreams55 Posted March 1, 2007 Report Share Posted March 1, 2007 ^ Thats really cool Des!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Emergency32 Posted March 20, 2007 Report Share Posted March 20, 2007 I wrote a new one not to long ago. =] Cross my heart I'll cross my heart and hope to die I'll say i'm sorry one more time Leaving with this regret in my head Isn't where i want the road to end but i wont say a thing 'cause this is how it should be I'll cross my heart and hope to die I'll watch my breath hit the winter air so light walking down a distance road with "I'm sorry" written in the stars above I'm holding on to what i can time is running out like the last bit of sand in an hour glass a thousand apologies can be said but it's too late for that Leaving with this regret in my head Isn't where i want the road to end but i wont say a thing 'cause this is how it should be I'll cross my heart and hope to die I'll say i'm sorry one more time Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
heartsXdaggers Posted March 21, 2007 Report Share Posted March 21, 2007 excelent work to all of you guys. heres one of mine: The Gardener Your questioning eyes are sad. They seek to know my meaning as the moon would fathom the sea. I have bared my life before your eyesfrom end to end, with nothing hidden or held back. That is why you know me not. If it were only a gem, I could break it into a hundred pieces and string them into a chain to put onto your neck. If it were only a flower, round, small, and sweet, I could pluck it from its stem and set it in your hair. But it is a heart, my beloved. Where are its shores and its bottom? You know not the limits of this kingdom, still you are its queen. If it were only a moment of pleasure it would flower in an easy smile, and you can see it and read it in a moment. If it were merely a pain, it would melt in limpid tears, reflecting its inmost secret without a word. But it is love, my beloved. Its pleasure and pain are boundless and endless its wants and wealth. It is as near to you as your life, but you never wholly know it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Renith182 Posted March 23, 2007 Report Share Posted March 23, 2007 Awesome stuff guys. Especially you Smith! lol. ASians do exist. Poem, Song and Song The Cuban Once Said These past endevours have taught me a lot Climbing up the pyramid, damn these sides are steep The bricks move closer creating a solid foundation A foundation for life, the gaps still like cracks Your pictures remind me, of this deep feeling in my heart All those times that I wished, this was true, all was true But what can I say? If I haven't even loved or lost Dear John, Im sorry, but did you even know where to start? Flicking this nickel into my grave, Bet on heads consequences paid It's the best of men that fall, the hardest of all, but this is the life I lead Extinguishing this cartridge, wondering what I really hit Shooting one's foot, no guarantees to save this face All these good intentions, that came out black and white This light blinds me, as I try to replicate these thoughts Pulling into this parking lot, I'd be honest about this lie But the smoke is only cabbage; A hypocrisy id hope would die Im lost inside your eyes, the same movie comes to mind A radio's high pitched scream, like Sirens in the light If I bought this record player, would these songs play without a beat? Or would they be shattered, as these bombs hit the beach A family I once had, I wish I could be with again Theres no substitute for her, only a new horizon But this horizon, has overtones of uncertainty A certainty to last, for longer than the journey. If only it could be different, but it's always just the same Wish I never looked at your pictures, oh my what a dame Thinking about the time I first saw you, this heavy feeling in my heart Would I take it back? In a heartbeat, to save me from this grace Lucky Strikes You left me wondering, when the next time will be To exchange fake smiles or pretend to be happy If only the ratio of all our thoughts exchanged Could be in my favor, these fortunes will fade When will you realize that I really care Would you give a fuck? If I was even there You left me hanging, in this space today So close so far, but still miles away To hold you for that moment, the last song to ring Would mean so much to me, if it wasn't a dream When will you realize that I really cared Did you give a fuck? When I was actually there Here we stand, bright hallways so wide Will you walk right by? In the corner of your eye Here we stand, naked to the truth I'll walk right by, In the corner of your eye Finally im in the place where I can ask But I could never only feel that way Its easy to forget within the confines of this room But im plastered with regrets when I say goodbye If I can even say goodbye Constants and Changes 7 days have passed, and all I want is to see you smile again A smile that lights the room, like fireworks in this cold monday sky I hate to see you cry, your tears drop from such honest eyes (such honest eyes) I'd do anything to be there for you, you don't deserve this, you don't deserve this at all You wish upon a star, wishing for a miracle You hope he looks up high, But im wishing you were here with me. This road will never end, Another 7 days have passed, These empty bottles don't change a thing Hes so far away, but im right here hoping for better days These days will come, as time goes on, Things will be good again Let me be your knight, to sweep you of your feet and take you home You wish upon a star, wishing for a miracle I hope you look up high, cause ill be there with you These better days have come, better days have come These new beginnings have come for you and i I hope that you could see me, for what I really am So scared ill never see you, again from the last time I think I really love you, im so caught up in your eyes Im really gonna miss you, I'd love to change your mind I wish upon a star, Wishing for a miracle I hope that you could stay, Don't give up on this Cause ill be waiting for you At the end of this tunnel, at the end of this tunnel just for you Peace Ren Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
megazord Posted March 28, 2007 Report Share Posted March 28, 2007 ahh well tbh im just a plain noob atm on here, the shame but anyway i write songs, then i sing em! check out my music myspace and add it if you have the time, i'd really appreciate it http://www.myspace.com/megazordmusic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Locomotion Posted March 28, 2007 Author Report Share Posted March 28, 2007 sweet songs =) and welcome to the boards Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
onlyme Posted April 9, 2007 Report Share Posted April 9, 2007 im so low today if was any lower it be dead maybe i need to be but then i turned on the radio and heard your voice one week has past since then your voice still in my head giving me happiness i didnt believe in and theres a girl there maybe i talk to her maybe i stay quite does she now how i feel inside, will she every be that girl who spends her life with me by my side for better for worse NO NO NO i heard from the radio life can get better if you give it time but time can make it worse being alone for days at a time just listening to songs of people in love what happened to me when did i go soo wrong now im cutting slicing but wait i heard your voice again and i love it soo i can be happy on my own thank you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thegreenmansaid Posted April 11, 2007 Report Share Posted April 11, 2007 ...would it be alright to post a short story on here as well? Cos I write poetry, but I'm much better at writing short stories. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kalas Posted April 11, 2007 Report Share Posted April 11, 2007 ...would it be alright to post a short story on here as well? Cos I write poetry, but I'm much better at writing short stories. Suuure you can post anything like that in here It's juat a place for people to share their work :] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thegreenmansaid Posted April 11, 2007 Report Share Posted April 11, 2007 Weeee...okay! Haha. This comes with an explanation... I wrote this for a school magazine. It deals with a pretty touchy subject (which I won't give away cos it's basically the whole point of the story) and I've yet to find out if it's been accepted into the magazine for publishing. Everything in this is fictional, I don't know anybody who has gone through this, and any similarities are concidential. Ya know..like in movie warnings. Haha. Anyways, here we go.. Uncontrollable She knew what she was doing was wrong. She knew it better than most people twice her age, but there was no other choice. Her frail, seventeen year old body held more knowledge than many twice her age. She knew she wouldn’t be able to excuse her way out of this anymore. Life had thrown her a curve-ball, and she was reacting in the only way she knew how. She was running away from it. She sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day and fidgeted in the hard metal chair. Hospitals had never agreed with her. The cold sterile hallways and the lingering stench of sickness hung in the air like an aura of warning to all those who dared enter. She chuckled softly to herself, her own laughter somehow alien, and she thought of how different her life had become since it all began. She was a pretty girl, but a little on the plain side. Her features were soft and her snub nose got her nowhere with the male population. Her thick auburn hair was never shiny enough, her teeth were never sparkly enough, and her eyes never quite shone bright enough. The story of her life. She’d been a straight-A student, the pride of most of her teachers, and the object of her parent’s constant adoration. As dependable as a checkered tile on the floor, she never quite wandered beyond her own little circle of friends, and she wondered now if things might have turned out differently if she had. She felt her stomach rumble and instinctively glanced towards the clock in the corner of the waiting room. Five more minutes to go. Her conscience fought a losing battle against her mind but she knew it was too late to turn back even if she wanted to. She had to do it. She couldn’t bear the thought of her parents’ faces if she told them. Told them what their perfect little angel had gone and done. She’d worked too hard to get where she was and she wasn’t ready to give it up. Not even for something this big. Before this, she’d led a pretty normal life. School, homework, and an occasional outing with friends. Her life had been good. Her future was clear and full of prospects, hers for the taking, and she knew she had a chance of getting into any university she wanted. Life was just waiting for her, beyond the school doors, but it wasn’t going to be able to wait for her much longer. She’d already planned out her life, confident that she would achieve things beyond her imagination. A master’s degree in Art and a minor in English Lit. by the time she was 24, a steady job that made her happy at the age of 28, and a handsome husband by the time she was 32. Funny how life always catches you off guard even when you try to grab it by the reins. ’Ms. Wilkins?’ The nurse’s voice pulled her mind away from its muddled thoughts and she struggled to straighten herself from her previously lethargic state on the chair. She turned to face the middle-aged nurse standing near the entrance way into the waiting room, wondering if her time had come. The nurse nodded a pitying look on her wrinkled features and waited for her to stand and make her way across the deserted room before leading the way down a maze of white halls. Her white sneakers squeaked on the newly polished floor, causing the undisturbed silence to shatter. Her hair hung limply in front of her face as she followed the nurse robotically, her mind beginning to wander, as it often tended to do. She’d gone to the park. To gather her thoughts and just be alone. Away from the stress of school and away from the high expectations her parents put upon her. It’d been a pretty day. The sky was clear and she’d even managed to secure a spot on a bench, just watching people come and go. This was the way she liked it. She loved to watch people, to wonder where they were going and why they were wearing what they were wearing. She wondered if any of them ever stopped to think about their lives, ever stopped to watch other people hail a taxi and then realise their life was meaningless. Probably not she concluded. She knew she thought too much. She constantly analyzed her life, wondering if she’d ever be free of anybody’s expectations, if she’d ever be able to think for herself. Her questions would never be answered. Not until she was lying on her death bed. She knew that, and she accepted it. This was the way her life was meant to be. Then it happened. She couldn’t quite remember how, and she couldn’t quite remember when. Her mind seemed to refuse to recount the past few weeks of her life, as if afraid she’d break if she was ever exposed to it, and she was fine with that. She knew she’d been a complete wreck. Her friends had noticed, and even her teachers were beginning to get suspicious, but what finally led her to crack were her parents. They’d questioned, begged, even threatened, just for a mere clue of what was happening to their daughter. But all she could do was sit and stare. She knew she had to do it. This was all she had. So as the nurse led her from hall to hall, and finally into a room, announcing that the doctor would be with her shortly, she numbed her thoughts and climbed onto the hard bed. She’d never even find out if it was a girl or a boy. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xMake-A-Scenex Posted April 13, 2007 Report Share Posted April 13, 2007 Weeee...okay! Haha. This comes with an explanation... I wrote this for a school magazine. It deals with a pretty touchy subject (which I won't give away cos it's basically the whole point of the story) and I've yet to find out if it's been accepted into the magazine for publishing. Everything in this is fictional, I don't know anybody who has gone through this, and any similarities are concidential. Ya know..like in movie warnings. Haha. Anyways, here we go.. Uncontrollable She knew what she was doing was wrong. She knew it better than most people twice her age, but there was no other choice. Her frail, seventeen year old body held more knowledge than many twice her age. She knew she wouldn’t be able to excuse her way out of this anymore. Life had thrown her a curve-ball, and she was reacting in the only way she knew how. She was running away from it. She sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day and fidgeted in the hard metal chair. Hospitals had never agreed with her. The cold sterile hallways and the lingering stench of sickness hung in the air like an aura of warning to all those who dared enter. She chuckled softly to herself, her own laughter somehow alien, and she thought of how different her life had become since it all began. She was a pretty girl, but a little on the plain side. Her features were soft and her snub nose got her nowhere with the male population. Her thick auburn hair was never shiny enough, her teeth were never sparkly enough, and her eyes never quite shone bright enough. The story of her life. She’d been a straight-A student, the pride of most of her teachers, and the object of her parent’s constant adoration. As dependable as a checkered tile on the floor, she never quite wandered beyond her own little circle of friends, and she wondered now if things might have turned out differently if she had. She felt her stomach rumble and instinctively glanced towards the clock in the corner of the waiting room. Five more minutes to go. Her conscience fought a losing battle against her mind but she knew it was too late to turn back even if she wanted to. She had to do it. She couldn’t bear the thought of her parents’ faces if she told them. Told them what their perfect little angel had gone and done. She’d worked too hard to get where she was and she wasn’t ready to give it up. Not even for something this big. Before this, she’d led a pretty normal life. School, homework, and an occasional outing with friends. Her life had been good. Her future was clear and full of prospects, hers for the taking, and she knew she had a chance of getting into any university she wanted. Life was just waiting for her, beyond the school doors, but it wasn’t going to be able to wait for her much longer. She’d already planned out her life, confident that she would achieve things beyond her imagination. A master’s degree in Art and a minor in English Lit. by the time she was 24, a steady job that made her happy at the age of 28, and a handsome husband by the time she was 32. Funny how life always catches you off guard even when you try to grab it by the reins. ’Ms. Wilkins?’ The nurse’s voice pulled her mind away from its muddled thoughts and she struggled to straighten herself from her previously lethargic state on the chair. She turned to face the middle-aged nurse standing near the entrance way into the waiting room, wondering if her time had come. The nurse nodded a pitying look on her wrinkled features and waited for her to stand and make her way across the deserted room before leading the way down a maze of white halls. Her white sneakers squeaked on the newly polished floor, causing the undisturbed silence to shatter. Her hair hung limply in front of her face as she followed the nurse robotically, her mind beginning to wander, as it often tended to do. She’d gone to the park. To gather her thoughts and just be alone. Away from the stress of school and away from the high expectations her parents put upon her. It’d been a pretty day. The sky was clear and she’d even managed to secure a spot on a bench, just watching people come and go. This was the way she liked it. She loved to watch people, to wonder where they were going and why they were wearing what they were wearing. She wondered if any of them ever stopped to think about their lives, ever stopped to watch other people hail a taxi and then realise their life was meaningless. Probably not she concluded. She knew she thought too much. She constantly analyzed her life, wondering if she’d ever be free of anybody’s expectations, if she’d ever be able to think for herself. Her questions would never be answered. Not until she was lying on her death bed. She knew that, and she accepted it. This was the way her life was meant to be. Then it happened. She couldn’t quite remember how, and she couldn’t quite remember when. Her mind seemed to refuse to recount the past few weeks of her life, as if afraid she’d break if she was ever exposed to it, and she was fine with that. She knew she’d been a complete wreck. Her friends had noticed, and even her teachers were beginning to get suspicious, but what finally led her to crack were her parents. They’d questioned, begged, even threatened, just for a mere clue of what was happening to their daughter. But all she could do was sit and stare. She knew she had to do it. This was all she had. So as the nurse led her from hall to hall, and finally into a room, announcing that the doctor would be with her shortly, she numbed her thoughts and climbed onto the hard bed. She’d never even find out if it was a girl or a boy. Omg.. That is so good.. I hope it gets accepted.. It was really meaningful.. Great work Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thegreenmansaid Posted April 13, 2007 Report Share Posted April 13, 2007 ^ Awh...thanks! Haha. I started to get really worried when nobody replied on this thread. Hehe. I started getting paranoid a couple days ago when a friend of mine recieved an acceptance letter for a poem she wrote for the magazine. And I was like 'where's miiine??' but yeah...*crosses fingers* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xMake-A-Scenex Posted April 13, 2007 Report Share Posted April 13, 2007 ^^ Aww well hopefully its some realy good works =] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RainyHeartsDark Posted April 19, 2007 Report Share Posted April 19, 2007 Here's a poem I wrote about 2 days ago.... Quiet On The Set You start the dialouge. The plot unfolds nicely, at first. Then we both seem to forget our lines. Silence fills the air. I wish I knew what to say. And I find myself wondering what your thinking. Are you as nervous as I am? Are you thinking about me also? My heart's been broken. Shattered and ripped apart. It's been stitched back together in hope of finding love. By believing, my heart's taken quite a few swings. Many have came and gone. Trying out for the part, But not making the cut. You auditioned and fit the part. I know little about you, and catch myself wanting to know more. You make me nervous. Which isn't a feeling I'm too use to Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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