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Someone was brave enough to break my heart..

 

The message

 

Ive had it with this song

You gave beauty a meaning and I tried to hold on

By holding your hand but you still went away

All of these moments, they cant be replaced.

 

Set me free cause Im stuck in reverse

After all of my lies Im now unheard

Cant speak up, its the same old story

Same mistake: a wrong picture of reality

 

*Sometimes I wish my visions were clear

Not blinded and raped by this fear

Thats kept me from living a careless life

That made me lose it for a while

Ive said it before but the message hasnt changed

Look at me: Im back again

 

They told me to never let go of the one thing I loved

But somethings been telling me they were wrong

I gave you my heart but not the whole piece

So if we would fail, I wouldnt be empty

 

You stole my soul for an hour or two

Youve ruined our memories for good

Love can be bitter, but fear made this mess

I cant guide you home, but please know I gave you my best

 

*

 

All of these words will be lost in time

But I know theyll somehow change my life

Ive always dreamt of someone like you

Proud I had it but I wasnt meant to

Sorry to say I knew it all along

So here I am, going back to the start

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i like it mel (gee, thats not generixcc at all) it's really sad, which believe it or not normally isn't my type of song i listen to, but you did a great job and i really like this part "Set me free cause Im stuck in reverse

After all of my lies Im now unheard" amd there is a definate purpose of this song

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lame song i JUST wrote about my sister's fake emo-ness :P it's lame haha

 

 

"Cindy was a poser kid, she always was tryin to be cool, had pictures of gothic bands in her locker at school! though she had such cool friends she pretends she is sad, and it always gets me so friggin mad! She thinks hawthorne heights are the best, but she's never heard of R.E.M. or any of the rest, I ask her about Ozzy and she, tells me he's just some old dude she saw on MTV!

 

The emo kids they cry! and i don't , i don't know why! The emo kids cry, even though they lead a great life! The emo kids they cry! and i don't , i don't know why! The emo kids cry, So i go away for the night!

 

Then theres her friend name i can't recall, cindy talks to her everyday day in the hall, they look up stupid quoters all day online, I tried to teach her about the 80's but she doesn't have the time, she whines about no one loves her and she wishes she was in a dream, says she wants her true love now even though she's 13!

 

The emo kids they cry! and i don't , i don't know why! The emo kids cry, even though they lead a great life! The emo kids they cry! and i don't , i don't know why! The emo kids cry, So i go away for the night!

 

Now this song it really doesn't have a point, I can't come up with a ryhming word except joint, my sister is so lame, her tastes so tame, her sadness is about as real spidey's mary jane!"

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i like it mel (gee' date=' thats not generixcc at all) it's really sad, which believe it or not normally isn't my type of song i listen to, but you did a great job and i really like this part "Set me free cause Im stuck in reverse

After all of my lies Im now unheard" amd there is a definate purpose of this song[/quote']

Thanks Matt! Like your song as well ;-)

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He shifted on his bed, wishing his pupils would dilate faster and adjust to seeing in the dark. It wasn’t that he was afraid of the dark—why should he be? The dark wasn’t a thing, it couldn’t hurt him. He just didn’t like it. He didn’t like to glance around a room that at once felt too small and too large, and not see the familiar objects he knew were there. Thought were there. Hoped were there. For all he knew, they weren’t. Maybe they went away, ceased to exist, when there was no light for them to reflect. Maybe the same thing happened to him. His existence was put on hold the moment he flipped the light switch and only resumed when his pupils were large enough to gather enough light that he could make out the shape of his hands, held shakily, always shakily, in front of him. He was unsure of why they shook. He wasn’t afraid, after all. Perhaps it was their attempt to prove to him that he did in fact still exist, but he never believed it until they became visible again.

 

He rarely felt this way in his dorm. He was usually the first to turn in for the night, with someone still studying in the room. He carped about the annoyance of trying to sleep with a desk lamp on, but really, he was grateful for it. Going from dull light into deep sleep without having to go through that transition through darkness usually allowed him to wake mornings much more rested than after nights when the last light was turned off by him, and not because of any difference in the amount of sleep received. On the nights when his roommates went out and he could find no excuse to stay up until they returned, he sat in bed, the light above his roommate’s closet turned on, putting off reaching over and turning it off for as long as possible. He was glad, really, when he just beat his roommates, so that he clicked off the light and settled in bed just before another click, that of the electronic lock accepting the key, told him that they were back. Desk lights would be turned on, and then he could sit up in bed and complain about how they always woke him when they came in. Yes, complaining was good. Complaining about light left no room for anyone to suspect how he felt about the dark.

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Its scary to bleed

 

The pen in my hand is writing down these lines

So the ink can do its job and I can tell my story

Cause I know some stories and have a few words to say

Daddy lay your head down and listen to my tale

 

I made life hard when I was younger

I tried to run and you tried to ignore the story your eyes told you

I said things were only getting better

So you put your mind back to whatever you were about to do

I was a liar, the kind that got away

Mummy lay your head down and listen to my tale

 

 

*I was a danger to a lot of things, a danger to this world

Standing on the edge of color, the border of this girl

I used to talk to my reflection, sit and watch myself be me

Pushing my lies ahead, with my back against the wall, its scary to bleed.

 

When the tears went right down my face and I screamed for help

You assumed that things were ok because my words said I was doing well

When my arms were bleeding and the scars were there

You didnt even know what was wrong but you held my hand all along

All the way

Brother lay your head down and listen to my tale

 

The chains kept me tied to my head

And I let them make me crazy

Cause everytime I had a chance to go I thought that this was meant to be

So I never went and got in too deep

My heart knows ive caused all of my own pain

So everyone lay your head down and listen to my tale

 

*

 

I wish you wouldve listened

Hear me now cause this is why

I spent my life in all the wrong dreams

And why I held my head up high

This got me through everything the good and the bad

You were there in your own way by my side to help

So I dare anyone to hurt me, tear me down id say

This is how ill live, this is my tale.

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Nobody knows

 

Nobody knows why you push me away sometimes

Why your eyes go from sparkles to nothing

And for nothing you hide

Its dark inside when youre out running

 

How do you dream when the days are so slow

Can you look in the mirror and honestly see

Your life flash by so carelessly

Say all those words for me cause nobody knows

 

*Who knew it was going to be you in the end

The one whod fall down and pretend

Youve caused confusion and Im trying to figure out

Why you just said youre not allowed

To fall then crawl and get back up, be weak for once

They say nobody knows but I know everyone knew all along

 

Whats the secret youve been hiding

Whats the thought behind those empty words

Why are you so scared of crying

I thought it was ok cause you said it was normal

 

Put your mistakes behind you

Think of all the words I used to say

Now I wish I could remember

& put our failure behind me for a change

 

*

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I finished a new story, but I don't suppose anyone is interested in reading it since no one read the story that it's a sequel to. I suppose I'll post a clip anyway.

 

Welcome To Reality

 

Benjamin wasn’t surprised when he came home and found Ryan asleep on the couch; he was always tired. With a nicer apartment and a fuller fridge, Ryan Hatch and Ben Griffith were living more comfortably than they had been, but Ryan was working hard for it. Studio every morning and afternoon, and gym every evening. Ben was working, too, of course. He was doing security for the same company as before, and he had managed to change his shift so that he could be home at night and spend time with his new boyfriend, but his contribution was minimal compared to Ryan’s. Now Ben faced a dilemma: let Ryan sleep on the couch and risk him waking up with a stiff neck, or wake him now so he could get to bed and risk him not being able to fall back asleep right away. Since he was tired enough to have fallen asleep on the couch in the first place, Ben figured Ryan was tired enough to not have trouble getting back to sleep. He took hold of Ryan’s shoulder and gently shook him.

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Dear sister

Do you ever wonder what Im like

How I feel & if I ever think of you

Do you ever wish we could go back for a while

& just be me and you, I do, I do

 

Do you ever wish for a really bad day

for a new excuse to say hello

Do you ever think of the words I used to say

What it is that made me go, I dont, I dont know

 

*Dont you know we were all the wrong words

Everything no one wanted to be around

& dont you know we were those girls

We used to joke and laugh about

I know you want to hug me and forgive

But without you is the only way to live

 

Do you ever check if your hearts still beating

Cause life ignores you and it seems dead

Do you fix it all by running

& falling right back, I cant, I cant

 

Do you ever feel the need to show me

What you've become, have you changed at all?

I know you know we both know why you see

& we both know we cant, cause we'll fall, we'll fall

 

*

 

Without you i'll live..

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Since no one here is interested in readin ghte stories i'll just post the songs that I wrote for them.

 

Put It In Reverse

 

You made your decisions

You left things behind

Jumped in your vehicle

Went for a ride

But it’s a one way trip with no destination

No pit stops, no rest stops, and no hesitation

 

You made some wrong turns but you keep on going

No way to stop, no signs of slowing

It’s the way you’re heading

For better or worse

Life’s always in drive

Can’t put it in reverse

 

You made all your choices

Left people you knew

You’re driving alone

Just like you wanted to

Now your passenger seat is longing just to hold

The next lonely hitchhiker you save from the cold

 

You made some wrong turns but you keep on going

No way to stop, no signs of slowing

It’s the way you’re heading

For better or worse

Life’s always in drive

Can’t put it in reverse

 

The parallel lines converge at the end

As you drive over enemies, lovers, and friends

You’re driving away, always driving away

No matter how badly you wish you could stay

 

You made some wrong turns but you keep on going

No way to stop, no signs of slowing

It’s the way you’re heading

For better or worse

Life’s always in drive

Can’t put it in reverse

 

Not park, not neutral, never reverse

Life’s always in drive, can’t put it in reverse

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Unspoken

 

There’s a subtle aching in his smile

That I’m just now starting to see

I’m sure it’s been there for a while

But he kept it hidden from me

I know he wants something I can give him

He wants something he knows I have

He wants something I’m willing to give him

But he won’t get it ‘cause he won’t ask

 

Why do we love our hearts when they’re broken?

Why do we prefer our souls when they bleed?

Why are the words we mean the ones unspoken?

Why is this misery one of our needs?

 

The color of his hair like his heart

Contrasts just so sharply with mine

But if I knew the way I should start

I’d blend the colors so there’d be no line

I know he needs something I can give him

He needs something he knows I have

He needs something that I need to give him

But neither one of us will ask

 

Why do we love our hearts when they’re broken?

Why do we prefer our souls when they bleed?

Why are the words we mean the ones unspoken?

Why is this misery one of our needs?

 

He doesn’t say it, he doesn’t show it

But in my heart, I still know it

He’s after what I’m after, too

Are you after me? 'Cause I’m after you!

 

Let me fix your heart when it’s broken

Let me patch your soul when it bleeds

Let the words that we mean be spoken

Let me fulfill all your needs

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Don't know why but I just kind of felt like posting.

 

Oh and the arguments were so convincing

Preparing to fight but not testing the limits

Thinking chances to win are good

And trying to believe that it’s true

While not understanding the dangers of entering battle expecting to lose

 

This is today. This is tomorrow.

This is yesterday taking its toll

This is now. This is before.

This is uncertainty swallowing us whole.

 

Oh and you fall right back to your beginning

Craving the future but always regressing

You’re one step forward but two more back

Trying to forge a victory

While not understanding the dangers of our second guessing

 

This is the future. This is the past.

This is reality bringing us back.

This is discipline. This is losing control.

This is knowing to never settle.

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everyone in this thread is really talented. but i have a limerick that me and my friends made:

 

There once was a boy named Pat,

who wanted to marry his cat.

It was against the law

so he took out his saw

and now his cat is a mat.

 

sorry if the format isn't right.

 

(no animals were harmed in the making of this poem)

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Welcome To Reality

 

An endless night, a useless fight

With monsters I can never beat

It’s dark and cold, nothing to hold

I’m lying on the cracked concrete

 

I need a way out, an escape

This nightmare’s getting longer

I need a prayer, need a hope

My fear is getting stronger

I need a hero, is it him?

Has he come to rescue me?

The darkness fades and then he says

“Welcome to reality”

 

Downpour of rain, a rush of pain

It never seems to go away

A faded ghost makes me his host

He says his name is Yesterday

An endless night, a useless fight

With monsters known as Coming Days

They pin me down onto the ground

And paint my world in blacks and grays

 

I need a way out, an escape

This nightmare’s getting longer

I need a prayer, need a hope

My fear is getting stronger

I need a hero, is it him?

Has he come to rescue me?

The darkness fades and then he says

“Welcome to reality”

 

 

I found a way out, an escape

Before it got much longer

I got a prayer, got a hope

And both are getting stronger

I found a hero, it was him

He found me and rescued me

The darkness faded when he said

"Welcome to reality"

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