The Song/Poem/Writing Thread

[777]

While they're busy

Trying to open their eyes

They don't know they near

Closer and closer to their own demise

I knew that if I were to tell them

They would only think

But when will they know

That they must take rightful action

Then they may grow

 

Sometimes I feel hopeless

Trying to show all these people

 

Oh so blind, They see the black

They're so scary, Why is it me they attack

Well I guess they're scared

Because they may find out they're wrong

 

 

They need time, To see their path

For now they'll hate and taunt

They think it's over only when they've started

They know what they hate

And they think they know what they want

But I know whats, Precious of all

 

They're still blind, It's almost time

For the clouds to turn into red fire

I may not know where I'm going

But I know what they did wrong

Maybe they were destined to go below all along

[my.heart.]

I am loving this, i really wish i could write like you.

 

Im kinda reminded of the character in fight club

 

thanks. i haven't read fight club in at least five years, made me want to go back and look at this anyway, here's some more.

 

I, once again, have found myself as part of this whole red carpet shebang. Wearing a dress that I thought was fabulously entertaining; short and corseted, with a floral print embellishing its tulip skirt, I stepped out of the car. I was aware of a presence on my hand, then waist, moving me along as if I was unable to walk for myself. I could smell lemongrass and orchids in a heady masculine mix.

"Madison, you look as if you don't know where you are." The soft, comforting voice suggested. Everything that man said was perfect; as if he was allowing me to reach into his soul and his brilliant, brilliant mind.

After a few moments I replied; "That's because, if you let yourself become aware of this world, it takes all the fun out of it. I got into this because of the fantasy; if you think all this is your real life, you'll become a ghost." He stared at me with glazed hazel eyes, rimmed with dark purple circles not a result of parties and 5am bedtimes.

"I thought you act because you don't have the attention span to model." I could hear him laughing. That kind of laugh which is half posed in order to perfect the 'carefree' dazzling white smile appearing across the nation tomorrow.

"That too." My mouth, painted a perfect shade of petal pink remained sullen and unmoved, yet I always appeared incredibly sad rather than angry.

Then I heard her. The photographers began shouting, bustling, climbing on top of one another for a view. Just one shot to pay for those horrendous crocodile dress shoes.

"Ali! Ali!" She hates it when people who don't know her call her Ali. I've called her that since we were twelve, because Alyssa was a character in a horror film we watched and, as I put it, she was far too much like the tortured ghost and needed a different name to remind me that she was in fact a real person. She smiled; she turned, revealing bones for all the world to see. Tomorrow they will announce that she has an eating disorder. Tomorrow she will continue to take her medication and wait.

Pictures were taken, of her, of those that were lucky enough to find their invitation on the producer's bedside table this morning; of us, smiling for those who wanted to reach inside our wounds and find the truth. Tonight, my wounds stayed closed, and hers were just opening up.

Later at our table I leaned over, a diamond and pearl ring scattering light across the empty wine glass.

"This is all incredibly bourgeois you know, we never liked this kind of thing." She grinned - all the cards were on the table.

"Remember when we used to sit in your mother's office and talk to the patients?" I remembered. We would deliberately work everyone from the paranoid schizophrenics to the full blown hypochondriacs into a frenzy; playing on their confusion and distress for our entertainment.

"Long after I'm gone, you'll still be there, only we won't be thirteen and restless. You'll be the girl without a name, sitting on the leather couch unable to speak; an elective mute because you're too disappointed in yourself for letting yourself die."

I screeched my chair back and walked out; feeling at least three sets of eyes burning through my shoulder blades, I hugged the patches over my elbows and unintentionally stomped my way across the crowded floor.

[Defiance]

I was listening to a lot of Rage Against the Machine when I wrote this.

 

Fist to the Face

 

Enough is enough

Time to take your stand

Pushed us to the brink

And watched us fall endlessly

But now we turn the tables

And stand on our own feet...

 

Time for a change

Nothing a fist to the face

Couldn't solve

Left the pacifism behind

Relying on a fist to the face...

 

Never took much note

Of the political soup we stew in

Until it shoots you in the foot

Taking down the beuracracy

By any means necessary...

 

*chorus*

 

A fist to the face

The holy grail

That can't be silenced

Politeness only gets you so far

In this crazed world of ours

Pick your moment

And explode in their faces!

 

Exploding in their faces!

Exploding in their faces!

Exploding in their faces!

 

*chorus*

 

Take this fight to the end

Nothing like a fist to the face

Wouldn't you say?

 

Hmm.

 

no offence but it doesnt really seem rage influeneced at all, just seems like some angry punk, not a political statement. but nonetheless good.

[Echelonforever]

I was listening to a lot of Rage Against the Machine when I wrote this.

 

Fist to the Face

 

Enough is enough

Time to take your stand

Pushed us to the brink

And watched us fall endlessly

But now we turn the tables

And stand on our own feet...

 

Time for a change

Nothing a fist to the face

Couldn't solve

Left the pacifism behind

Relying on a fist to the face...

 

Never took much note

Of the political soup we stew in

Until it shoots you in the foot

Taking down the beuracracy

By any means necessary...

 

*chorus*

 

A fist to the face

The holy grail

That can't be silenced

Politeness only gets you so far

In this crazed world of ours

Pick your moment

And explode in their faces!

 

Exploding in their faces!

Exploding in their faces!

Exploding in their faces!

 

*chorus*

 

Take this fight to the end

Nothing like a fist to the face

Wouldn't you say?

 

Hmm.

 

This is really good..

[RainbowCookie-x]

This is a poem:

 

I stood there standing

Above her grave

And i'd thought i'd had the strength to stay

Cry, cry

 

I left her to sleep

Forever and ever

I will never forget her

Never, never

 

She stood strong

All the years

That he kicked and punched her

Thump, thump

 

Now here lies the girl

Who had a daughter, and and a son

The strongest women i ever met

Mum, mum.

[Guest Arya]

^ Aww I love it!

[jadeAMORE]

Just a little thing I wrote out of boredom.

 

It was only and hour since she'd signed her name up for the final exams that were taking place soon. It would change her life. The nerves pulsed through her veins repeatedly leaving her to shake on the step she sat. Nerves wasn't the only thing on her mind, she felt more alone then ever - without her life back home; her friends, her family and the town in general - it wasn't easy. Since she'd moved here, she'd only became reasonably close with one person. That person wasn't around anymore. Had he lost interest in her? Perhaps her ambition was taking over life as a whole. Frowning to herself, she allowed her fingers to slide through her blinding red hair as she placed her face into her small palms. Her life was changing and there was nothing she could do.

[eefie]

you guys are talented!

[YellowBrickRoad]

My crappy writing skills.

 

Here is the start of my untitled Vampire story.... me and those vampires.

 

Sarah Quinn Lowell’s life was like a car crash, broken into a million tiny pieces. When Sarah was just six years old, her father had walked out on her, and her mother Julia. Depressed, Julia took up drinking, and after ten years, she hasn’t really stopped. Its drinking before Sarah always.

When Sarah turned sixteen, she was to work, the bills were never paid, so the power was always shut off. Sarah and Julia had lived in various different houses, all of which had been run-downs. Sarah worked at a small business not to far from her house, she mainly filed papers, and answered phones. Although she was sixteen, Sarah was intelligent for her age.

Sarah had a fear of her mother, she was more afraid when her mother wasn’t drinking, because her emotions were off scale, and Sarah thought one move would push her to her edge and she would snap and hit her.

As usual, after her Friday shift, Sarah walked into her house to find her mother sprawled on the couch, surrounded by various bottles of alcohol. After covering up her mother with a blanket, Sarah walked up the stairs to her tiny, closet sized bedroom, and slipped on her pajamas, she then went onto her roof, as she usually did at night time, she sat down, and sighed. She put her knees to her chest, and rested her chin. Sarah could swear she saw a figure under the tree across the street, she could swear it was watching her.

Sarah shook her head. It was just my imagination.

Once Sarah looked back at the spot, the figure was gone. Sarah went back into her room, and laid on her bed. She fell asleep thinking about the figure she saw watching her from underneath the tree.

[777]

My crappy writing skills.

 

Here is the start of my untitled Vampire story.... me and those vampires.

 

Sarah Quinn Lowell’s life was like a car crash, broken into a million tiny pieces. When Sarah was just six years old, her father had walked out on her, and her mother Julia. Depressed, Julia took up drinking, and after ten years, she hasn’t really stopped. Its drinking before Sarah always.

When Sarah turned sixteen, she was to work, the bills were never paid, so the power was always shut off. Sarah and Julia had lived in various different houses, all of which had been run-downs. Sarah worked at a small business not to far from her house, she mainly filed papers, and answered phones. Although she was sixteen, Sarah was intelligent for her age.

Sarah had a fear of her mother, she was more afraid when her mother wasn’t drinking, because her emotions were off scale, and Sarah thought one move would push her to her edge and she would snap and hit her.

As usual, after her Friday shift, Sarah walked into her house to find her mother sprawled on the couch, surrounded by various bottles of alcohol. After covering up her mother with a blanket, Sarah walked up the stairs to her tiny, closet sized bedroom, and slipped on her pajamas, she then went onto her roof, as she usually did at night time, she sat down, and sighed. She put her knees to her chest, and rested her chin. Sarah could swear she saw a figure under the tree across the street, she could swear it was watching her.

Sarah shook her head. It was just my imagination.

Once Sarah looked back at the spot, the figure was gone. Sarah went back into her room, and laid on her bed. She fell asleep thinking about the figure she saw watching her from underneath the tree.

 

USE THIS.

 

Keep going, This is awesome. I can relate somewhat.

[777]

Oh yes, Also, Another one I just did.

 

 

You think its hopeless

But it really isn't

Because if I can be glad

then you can do it too

I know this for a fact

Because everyone hates me

and apparently I cant do anything right

So your own happiness seems to be the only

thing that deserves your fight

So you don't need the darkness

You need sometime to know

That avoiding bad solutions

is the way to purify your soul

and the lost could be found

and the found could be lost

But you shouldn't care because

Your soul wont go anywhere

and if you think this world is all bad

Just look at what we have

Yes, this is something special

But it can't go too far because

We'll end up in the dark

You need to learn to yearn

You need some time to hide

But no one offers you that

So you start to lose your mind

It's ok to be crazy

If thats the way to go

Just go on your own path

[No_Sir!]

If I closed eyes would everything disappear

Would it be enough to realize that I cant go on like this

Will I ever admit

Don’t make me say goodbye again

 

Why do we try to hide

Why do like to hurt

Its like the only thing we know

To scared to let the truth show

 

So we stand here now waiting

I’m not giving up I’m not sorry

Will you ever admit

Don’t make me say goodbye again

 

Why do we try to hide

Why do like to hurt

Its like the only thing we know

To scared to let the truth show

 

All we need is a reason

(Just give me a reason)

tell me why we live like we don’t care

Well if this is goodbye

(why is it goodbye)

wont you tell me why

[Jorgi]

Good stuff all those who posted before me, getting a proper good variety posted here it's rad

 

 

 

 

possibilities and ideas,

sketching shapes of love

or something ,

effortless and seamless shapes

of something similar,

whilst the lightning glisten on the rain outside;

trapped in cages of lust and hope

and dust and smoke,

and wearing bruises whilst screaming;

"this love of mine died tonight"

to the saint they called valentine.

charcoal streaks trickle down faces

gentley sketching music notes and whispers of sorrow,

before your very eyes.

[Linney]

This is a song that I wrote a couple of minutes ago..Uhm..I was listening to "How to save a life" by The Fray. I know it might not be the best, but here it is, It's named "Without air".

 

Trying to stop the tears from falling

Fooling myself to think that you're calling

I've never been good at pretending

I just keep hoping that it is ending

 

No use to put on a smile

When everyone knows me in a while

Hard to erase the thoughts of you

When they just keeps reminding me that it's true

 

It's never easy to say

This is never going to end

Living, walking breathing in

Makes me think that it's a sin

Living life when it's so unfair

That you are without air

 

The picture in the broken frame

Doesn't make it all the same

There's no excuse

It was word abuse

 

No use to put on a smile

When everyone knows me in a while

Hard to erase the thoughts of you

When they just keeps reminding me that it's true

 

It's never easy to say

This is never going to end

Living, walking breathing in

Makes me think that it's a sin

Living life when it's so unfair

That you are without air

 

It feels like walls of thunder

And it really makes me wonder

If I had told you that I cared

Would you now be with air

 

It's never easy to say

This is never going to end

Living, walking breathing in

Makes me think that it's a sin

Living life when it's so unfair

That you are without air

[Guest Arya]

^ I love it Linney! <333333

[Linney]

^ I love it Linney! <333333

 

Thanks Arya ♥♥♥♥♥

[Vicki]

^ I loved it too ! =] <3

[MarMaramore]

dear amazing people, you are amazing.

 

here's some stuff I put up in my blog.

 

Well, I wrote this song when I was 8 and I had just gotten my first REAL guitar. I found it cleaning out my room. No laughing. It doesn't suck so bad for an 8 year old.

 

haha

 

here we go.

 

***PS I will never ever play this in front of anyone because it is to me, what "Superstar" is to Tegan Quin. So don't expect to EVER hear it.*

 

"Crazy Days"

 

[verse]

 

If I am crazy than what ar eyou

 

Is it what you say or what you do

 

That drives them all crazy

 

When they know it wasn't you

 

It was me

 

[pre-chorus]

 

To you is it how or what you say

 

Or is it the truth that everything

 

Always goes wrong when we think about it

 

Or is everything your fault

 

[chorus]

 

I can't picture me away

 

From this world that lets me in

 

When there are these people

 

That don't even care

 

Does it even matter to them

 

 

 

[chorus]

 

 

 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

 

* I was super bummed out when I wrote it. Had just gotten dumped. overall, bad day. But I'm fine now. haha it's been a few months.*

 

 

 

You give a look like acid

 

Burning a hole where my chest is

 

That's insanity in you sweety

 

The people talking to you in your head

 

Please stop taking care of me

 

So I won't be stuck wanting to breathe

 

You got me... again

 

Fool me twice, shame on me

 

I won't stop ranting anytime soon

 

So take a breath

 

Why'd you say it?

 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

 

If I reach for your hand, I'm feeling insecure,

 

If I reach for your waist, I know you'll pull away,

 

I can't keep searching for a bar to hold onto,

 

Feeding me insecurity.

 

I don't have habits anymore,

 

Just monotony and loss

 

Of my train of thought.

 

 

 

*I seriously did lose my train of thought when I wrote that last part and couldn't finish this. This will most likely never be used in any songs or anything.*

 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

 

I know it's what's expected

 

But a sentence is still just a sentence

 

and A letter is still just a symbol

 

No matter what we take

 

 

 

To build up a confession of

 

Broke up things I used to love

 

Words we toast to, meaningless

 

Soaked up thoughts we used to have

 

 

 

I'd like to talk forever but

 

You insist we both hang up

 

We both know that it's getting late

 

But stop treating me like I chose to waste

 

My time, and yours

 

Stop talking, I'm yours.

 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

 

that's it for now. FEEDBACK PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!

[Natasha]

i love those!

and the one you wrote when you were eight was good. :]

i couldn't write anything like that when i was eight.

i remember writing some poems about flowers. and math. hm.

[MarMaramore]

^haha. that was cute. the whole math and flowers thing. haha

[Natasha]

haha thanks.

[MarMaramore]

haha NP..

[Linney]

^ I loved it too ! =] <3

 

Thanks =D ♥♥

[Jorgi]

dzzzzzzzt.

 

 

i was so close to forgetting you

and those blue eyes

with your alluring words and promises

and pretenses, i fell for

those white lies and those impatient fists

so close

 

i'll step back and let it sink in

and you'll get out

with tales of new beginnings and love

and laughter, i long for

when you screamed and shouted of dreams

let it begin

 

save explanations for later

and savour this

with moments of fate and trust

and tragedy, i waited for

with blows to confidence and carelessness

we accept mistakes

 

blameless and shameless, i'll follow through,

i'm so in like with you.

[Defiance]

alex's self confidence is far too low to post his stuff on here.

 

 

also jorgi, yes.