MeLoN Posted December 12, 2005 Report Share Posted December 12, 2005 ^Thanks Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FeRo Posted December 12, 2005 Report Share Posted December 12, 2005 awsome Mel!! havent checked this thread in a while... good job. Whoa Claudia, u write really cool stuff Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MeLoN Posted December 13, 2005 Report Share Posted December 13, 2005 ^Thanks hun!! Heres sum new stuff :: Silent screams I’ve been sitting here for ages We’ve been sitting here for decades now Were still flipping the same pages Pages of a book of doubt Were still waiting for something new Something that can stop the fall And make us smile like we used to But her hearts still set to silent call And she screams, she screams But they know she’s just another lie Well it seems it seems She never really tried, I know she never really tried Cause no one hears her silent screams. Were still sitting here But she doesn’t pay attention She’s too busy minding her scars Were heading for disaster The ribbon around her heart says “I bruise easily” The ribbon on her wrist says “Only for emergencies” She proved them both right and wrong This morning they called, she’s gone she’s gone And she screams, she screams But they know she’s just another lie Well it seems it seems She never really tried, I know she never really tried Cause no one hears her silent screams. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rogue Ninja Posted December 14, 2005 Report Share Posted December 14, 2005 Thanks FeRo. I wrote this during my astro lab last week. A blank and awaiting page Serves as the writer's empty stage He builds up sets to fill the space Puts props and scenery in place He forms the characters at birth And ages them to find their worth He feeds them lines and gives them cues Decides the ones who win and lose He picks the supporters and star But his role counts the most by far His narrative in pure silence Is what will wow his audience Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FeRo Posted December 14, 2005 Report Share Posted December 14, 2005 Mel, that is the best i have read form u, thats awsome!!! And Claudia, urs is really good!! It is awsome how u descibed everything, u found a way to describe writing, and it sounds very cool, Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
benzzz Posted December 14, 2005 Report Share Posted December 14, 2005 Mel' date=' that is the best i have read form u, thats awsome!!! And Claudia, urs is really good!! It is awsome how u descibed everything, u found a way to describe writing, and it sounds very cool,[/quote'] Thats exactly what I was thinking Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rogue Ninja Posted December 16, 2005 Report Share Posted December 16, 2005 Thanks you guys. And Mel, I really like the repetition in the chorus. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thinzar Posted December 16, 2005 Report Share Posted December 16, 2005 Claudia, you've done it again. Damn you. Mel, very nice. ....dammit, why do I keep coming into this thread?? *runs off again* 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MeLoN Posted December 16, 2005 Report Share Posted December 16, 2005 Thanks you guys. And Mel' date=' I really like the repetition in the chorus.[/quote'] Thanks I love how you described writing!..Its awesome Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rogue Ninja Posted December 20, 2005 Report Share Posted December 20, 2005 O Singer! My Singer! O singer! my singer! Your tour is almost done Your single made top forty, your album's gone platinum The stage is set, and you can bet your show will be a great one The fans wait for you to appear, all wishing you would date one But o no! no! no! Not what we came to meet, For on the stage my singer stands, His voice does not ring sweet. O singer! my singer! Rise up upon the stage; Rise up-- for you the flyer's hung--your name upon the page, For you the bright and blinding lights--for you the people screaming, For you they call, the die-hard fans, future musicians dreaming; Here singer! performer! This stage beneath your feet! It is some dream that at your show, Your voice does not ring sweet. My singer does not make a sound, his mic shakes in his hands, My singer can not move at all, he's frozen where he stands, The tour is only one show short of ending for the year This is to be the best show yet and so the people cheer Be glad while you can, dear young fans! But I sit in my seat For on the stage my singer stands, His voice does not ring sweet. That was my parody of "O Captain! My Captain!" by Walt Whitman, one of the gretest poets to ever live. If you haven't read it, check it out here. http://www.bartleby.com/142/193.html Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MeLoN Posted December 20, 2005 Report Share Posted December 20, 2005 ^Haha thats hilarious..and good..I love the original one so this is awesome! Good job~! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rogue Ninja Posted December 20, 2005 Report Share Posted December 20, 2005 Thanks! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stephler Posted December 20, 2005 Report Share Posted December 20, 2005 you guys are all so talented i can't write a poem to save my life Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fire At Will Posted December 21, 2005 Report Share Posted December 21, 2005 you guys are all so talentedi can't write a poem to save my life ha yea same here...i try though Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FeRo Posted December 21, 2005 Report Share Posted December 21, 2005 really good claudia, that rocks Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rogue Ninja Posted December 21, 2005 Report Share Posted December 21, 2005 Scene Description She cries openly and no one blames her. It’s all she can do now; she’s tried everything else. Still, whether they blame her or not, the tears traversing her face cause them discomfort, because they know that their sense of duty and comradery to the one gone is nothing compared to her love for him. One among the group, however, does feel something comparable. In fact, what she feels for the one gone is exactly what he feels for her. She speaks, her voice as broken as her heart, the tears still flowing as hot and steady as the blood in her veins, all for the one gone. “Please,” she forces out. “Bring him back.” The one who loves her frowns for a moment, his heart filled with pain and his head filled with questions. Why? Why couldn’t she love him? Why was he second to someone who felt so little for her, and everyone else for that matter, that he could just leave? But these questions are unanswerable, and despite where he falls on her list, she is always number one on his. He pulls up the corners of his mouth and shows his teeth, a brave smile to hide a broken heart. “You really love him, don’t you?” he asks, though he knows the answer, and both question and answer pain him greatly; his happiness is no where near as important to him as hers. “Don’t worry. I’ll bring him back. I promise” He lifts his hand in a thumbs-up to show her his confidence, and hopefully to give some to her, because anything that will make her the smallest bit happier than she is now, he wants her to have. He wants her to sleep tonight, not with tears and heartbreak, but with ease and hope, and he wants her to wake up to the person she needs the most, even if it isn’t him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lifeisrandom Posted December 22, 2005 Report Share Posted December 22, 2005 ahhhh can you feel the chaos? can you feel the anger? is it loud and in your face? do you get it? HUH?HUH?... NO food no sleep do i even have time to breathe? stomacks tight, i think i just might oh wait never mind. i'm alright this time FALSE ALARM ring it loud then get the fuck outta the house cause she'll hit you with a pot or pan oh man i swear i aint crazy forever yours? yeah right never more. Dont cry. sleep and just maybe i'll be in your dreams tonight. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MeLoN Posted December 22, 2005 Report Share Posted December 22, 2005 ^Thats awesome <3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lifeisrandom Posted December 22, 2005 Report Share Posted December 22, 2005 its a love that you dont want to admit so you leave me here to answer my own question your scared that we'll break again i promise i will try maybe this kiss will change your mind dont runaway from your problems cause when you get back tomorrow they'll still be here waiting waiting for your answers. ---- so tell me why i should stay when you've been nothing but pain for me. now you've realized that all the others cant compare to me. run back run back but this time you'll be running back to no one. you had your chance and you threw it away. second chances dont come your way when you've been a skank. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FeRo Posted December 24, 2005 Report Share Posted December 24, 2005 awsome. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rogue Ninja Posted December 24, 2005 Report Share Posted December 24, 2005 I wrote this one in 9th grade. I guess it was sort of inspired by 9/11 I hold in my hand the golden ring you gave me on that day. When you told me at the altar in your heart I would always stay. I hold in my mind a memory of the times we used to share. Back when I was foolish and assumed you'd always be there. I hold in my heart a shadow of the love I used to feel. I still feel it right now but without you it doesn't seem real. I hold in my hand a flower, a rose to put on your grave. And now, my dearedt husband, I pray the Lord your sould to save. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Matty_poo Posted December 25, 2005 Report Share Posted December 25, 2005 This is short and lame haha, sorry (inspired by from first to last by the way, pretty much stole their ryhme sceme haha) "Your eyes are glistening again, i know he hurts you, but you won't tell me anything new, i promise now that i'm here, that you'll never have anything to ever fear. When he touches you, part of me dies, My heat is shattered, everytime i hear you cry, i beg of you, don't let him destroy us. In the end, i suppose it's the best, that he crushed our very last breathe, i hope your love for me will stay the same, now that you have your shallow grave. Your eyes are glistening again, i know he hurts you, but you won't tell me anything new, i promise now that i'm here, that you'll never have anything to ever fear." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MeLoN Posted December 29, 2005 Report Share Posted December 29, 2005 I wish I wish I was a superhero So I could fix my wrongs I wish I had a clearer view So I could get things done I wish I knew whats in your mind So I cant hurt you with my words With my thoughts my drama and all the lies My perfect way of screwing up the world I wish that I could change my past Cause Im tired of explaining How the scars got on my wrists And the way that I am hating Everyone that makes up lies just to fit right in Well I hope the circle fits you Cause while I am climbing out you are jumping in I wish that people would not be blind Too fucking blind to see That so far all Ive tried is to be me I wish Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Locomotion Posted December 29, 2005 Author Report Share Posted December 29, 2005 ^ i love it Mel Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
conspiracy Posted December 29, 2005 Report Share Posted December 29, 2005 oh yeah I added to this one... just to kind of put my parents divorce behind me... I couldn't just keep different pieces of poems seperate... had to mix em up... hahah the room's dew, her sweat smell the vodka on her warm breath blood rush to her face run, rush to escape lashed at and unsafe she said hes leaving campgrounds and hotel rooms is he feeling free wondering how he spends his time if he gets enough to eat i guess its funny but it was sad the questions i was too scared to ask scared to stutter or to sound weak The day I heard my dad would leave atleast then i still felt... running water muffled my cries footsteps, and friends outside bathroom tiles cold on my side 5 minutes passed hours flew by i didnt know I was dying inside campgrounds and hotel rooms is he feeling free wondering how he spends his time if he gets enough to eat questions I was too scared to ask answers came with time wounds and bruises in the past but scars remain inside Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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