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The grass is cool,

Beneath our feet,

As we run holding hands,

Singing out of key,

We laugh and kiss,

Hug each other tight,

Because when the summer comes,

Life will be dark as night,

This summer romance,

Has grown into more,

Than what I have ever felt before,

I hope this could last forever,

I hope it could be more.

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this is my attempt at bulldozering down writer's block. it's a reet bitch,

 

 

you taught me to hate

and how to fall

and how to break

and lose it all

 

in one split second

when i lost my mind

whhen insanity beckoned

from your bright blue eyes

 

and i'm sorry

i forgot to thank you

but don't worry

i won't forget you

 

or how you ruined it all

i despise you entirely

and i can't think at all

but you inspire me.

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here's a new one. sorry i've been out of things i've been so so sick

 

never,

lie and wait with me forever

don't let me slip

into security

we're falling apart because

we like the risk of

vanity

bleeding my senses

to heal

 

what's the worst thing to say?

where's the worst place to be?

i thought you were never coming back,

never coming back to us,

to me

what's the last thing to say?

when there's nothing to see

i thought i was never coming back,

never coming back to you,

to me

 

oh, why?

do i keep settling

for never hearing

but you speak so loud now

we've got something to

talk about

to work out

 

what's the worst thing to say?

where's the worst place to be?

i thought you were never coming back,

never coming back to us,

to me

what's the last thing to say?

when there's nothing to see

i thought i was never coming back,

never coming back to you,

to me

 

together, we're so alive

i found my faith

through trying, and dying

together, we're fully alive

nothing hurts us now

 

what's the worst thing to say?

where's the worst place to be?

i thought you were never coming back,

never coming back to us,

to me

what's the last thing to say?

when there's nothing to see

i thought i was never coming back,

never coming back to you,

to me

what could i say?

let's wait another day.

 

that's really personal to me. lot's of bad memories actually.

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I wrote this on the day of my 17th birthday. It's kind of obvious of what it's about. =p

 

I want to go back

To those days

Where I was a kid

 

I want to go back

Into the past

Where days seemed to last

 

I want to go back

To the home

That I used to know

 

I miss those days

That were so carefree

And people just let you be

 

Growing up, in this day and age

Isn't that bad, you see

I just don't want to grow

Yet I want to be more

 

Oh why can't I

Just turn the hands

Of time backwards

And begin again?

 

I love growing up

And experiencing new things

The only part that I won't like

Is turning into a machine

 

I just want to go back

Into those days

That I could enjoy in so many ways

 

Though I don't regret

The choices I've made

They have changed me

Into the person I am today

 

I just long to be

That kid again

And all that mysteriousness

That is comes with

 

At least I

Still have those memories

I hold onto with

My heart and mind

 

Oh how I long to be

That kid again

For just one more day

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Untitled

 

It all started last weekend,

when you were talking to your pretty little whore.

She shags other men can't you see?

Then she leaves you alone on the kitchen floor.

 

She hates you, and she always will.

I hate you, too.

Yet, why, everytime I see your f**kin face,

I feel attracted to you?

 

In all the irony, why can't you see?

I'm much better than she'll ever be.

My heart feels the need to burst out of my chest,

and jump to the person I like the best.

 

I was like this the day I met you,

But we were young back then.

How did we think love would work?

Ask yourself that, asshole.

 

Look where we are now sweet heart.

What can we do?

In all the irony, why can't you see?

That I....

 

love you.

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you taught me to hate

and how to fall

and how to break

and lose it all

 

in one split second

when i lost my mind

whhen insanity beckoned

from your bright blue eyes

 

and i'm sorry

i forgot to thank you

but don't worry

i won't forget you

 

or how you ruined it all

i despise you entirely

and i can't think at all

but you inspire me.

 

 

what you wrote about, i hate that feeling.

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what you wrote about, i hate that feeling.

tell me about it, it's reet horrible.

 

Guys.

I am stuck.

:nono:

 

I'm writing this plot of a story. I know exactly what I want to happen. But I keep going off track. I'm experimenting with a new way of writing, too, but it won't go right and arghh.

 

Help?

 

I'm horrendous at writing stories, i go off on a tangent every other sentence.

 

Plan it out first. Write out in rough what you want to happen at the beginning, middle and end. Write out what characters you're using and what they add to the story, and how the follow through. Write out test chapters/paragraphs, just mess about with orders of how things follow through.

Just write through it, it doesn't matter if you write a load of rubbish, you can scrap the bits you don't like and develop the bits you love later on once you've ordered how things are going to happen.

 

Just scribble things down until you find something you like.

 

It works for me, occasionally ;-)

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I'm attempting to break down writer's block. I hate it. I can't write anything decent.

I went for an abstract approach in this attempt, yuck.

 

i'm sorry i caught you unawares

please tell me you're not scared

cause i'm not so scared of you

or what we've seen

 

well, white walls dance blightly

under your gaze

under your gaze

 

my mistake for leaving so soon

just turn back around

before this hits you in your face

your beautiful face

 

so this isn't what i asked for

 

let's shake heads and hands in unison

and beg for forgiveness

not to mention some respect

in the presence of such greatness

 

so this isn't what i asked for, no.

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Here is one my special songs...

I wrote it for my ``friend`` whose father recently died, her mom was raped, and her brother is like...complete idiot...She is such a slut, but she is very unhappy, so this is my song about her:

 

Oh my god

The hell she`s going through

The hell her life is

The hell of future who is smiling

And just waiting to eat her forever

 

She lost the friend she never used

She doesn`t even deserve this song

She cryes, she smokes

With her fake face

She cannot even run, but she is so thin

 

Oh my God

The low is level she is on

Her heart is black and beating slow

 

 

 

Well, that`s it. I know there are no rhymes, but what can I do, I am no expert. Acctually, to tell you one my secret: This is my first song I ever wrote...I will continiue to write, maybe they get better and better...WHO KNOWS!:P

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Jorgi, I love your writing!!

 

Cheers (:

 

I'm slowly (but not surely) getting back into this. I'm quite ready to start tearing my hair out if it doesn't get any easier sometime soon.

 

 

don't breathe

don't breathe a word

to anyone

i'll lose everything

and everyone

 

her hands are shaking

and your voice is trembling

stop listening

it's your turn to say

just what i need to hear

i need to hear something

 

this silence says too much

but doesn't explain enough

and your eyes, are looking too tired

to see this through

to see us through to the end

 

i'll finish this

it's already over and out

in the open

so let it go

it's too little too late

it's far too late

 

but don't breathe

don't breathe a word

to anyone

i'll lose everything

and everyone.

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