The Song/Poem/Writing Thread

[Garth.]

That was great!

 

Thank youuu. =)

[777]

Vulnerable

 

I didn't mean to say it that way

I didn't mean to show my face

I didn't mean to say all the words

Stuck in the back of my head

But I meant everything I said

 

There was few hidden things

I kept in the dark

I guess next time I'll tell the soul

All things it should know

So that the most evil and

Frowned upon traits

Can't interrupt my control

 

Theres things I can do

When I feel vulnerable to you

And I can safely say it's not safe

To be around me

When you find out things you never knew

I don't think I can trust myself

And you don't think I deserve the best

So I'll show you that I am sad

And then I can show you

I'm truly a mess

[Jorgi]

I didn't mean to say it that way

I didn't mean to show my face

I didn't mean to say all the words

Stuck in the back of my head

But I meant everything I said

 

avit chris.

 

 

i didn't think you'd dare

to look me straight back in the eye,

you stared;

i stopped, faltered, denied

any involvement but you knew-

i didn't think you knew,

or i wouldn't have dared.

 

useless but you have a point

pointless but i'll find a use

for you, your lies, your life

hopeless but i'll find something

just for old time's sake.

 

disgusted and dishonoured,

the way you flew was graceless

the hiding place you discovered,

was where i first found you

don't you remember ?

i saved you,

last time for everything;

first to forget.

[777]

I really do love you Jorgi.

 

Edit:

 

Your work is greatness!

[Wildman]

Vulnerable

 

I didn't mean to say it that way

I didn't mean to show my face

I didn't mean to say all the words

Stuck in the back of my head

But I meant everything I said

 

There was few hidden things

I kept in the dark

I guess next time I'll tell the soul

All things it should know

So that the most evil and

Frowned upon traits

Can't interrupt my control

 

Theres things I can do

When I feel vulnerable to you

And I can safely say it's not safe

To be around me

When you find out things you never knew

I don't think I can trust myself

And you don't think I deserve the best

So I'll show you that I am sad

And then I can show you

I'm truly a mess

 

Wow, that's great! I really enjoyed this!

[YellowBrickRoad]

This is unedited, and I just wrote it like a minute ago, this is the only part out of the whole story I have....

 

My eyes opened, and instantly looked around. The last thing I remembered was getting hit really, really hard on the head. When I tried to move my arms, I had realize they, as well as my legs were tied to a chair. That’s when I saw her, the girl who used to be my best friend Claire. She was the one who I could turn to, but now it was me against her.

“Clair.” I said calmly. “Clair, untie me.”

“I’m doing something smart for once. Something I should have done a long time ago.” Clair put up her hand that held a gun.

“Are you honestly going to shoot me?” My voice shook.

“What’s the matter Whitney, are you scared?” She mocked.

“No, what I think you’re doing is irresponsible.” I said. “Put the gun down and lets talk this out. Killing isn’t the answer.”

“Just this once, I’d like to think by myself, and not have you get your way.”

“Think about it, do you really want to go to prison, for murder?”

“I don’t give a fuck about prison, just as long is your not in this world, I’ll be a better person.” After that I hear something click, and saw a man tackle Clair to the ground.

I was saved.

[Linney]

^ That was really good Stephanie!! I would like to hear a continuing though

 

-----

 

I wrote this a few minutes ago..

 

 

Just want to break free

 

When I open my mouth

I try to speak

But my tongue gets numb

And I freeze

 

That feeling is controlling me

But I want to be in charge

To erase that growing darkness

That lies within my heart

 

But it's a fear that I don't know

If I can let go

It's growing stronger by every second

That is passing

What should I do

I can't even move

I just want to break free

I want to be me

 

The passion inside of me

Is burning

But silenced by the huge

Conquering fear

 

I want to let go of it

I want to learn from it

I want to see

And be me

 

But it's a fear that I don't know

If I can let go

It's growing stronger by every second

That is passing

What should I do

I can't even move

I just want to break free

I want to be me

 

I'm stuck in a year long

Millisecond

I want to move

Want to undo

The silence inside of me

I just want to break free

 

But it's a fear that I don't know

If I can let go

It's growing stronger by every second

That is passing

What should I do

I can't even move

I just want to break free

I want to be me

[YellowBrickRoad]

^ That was really good Stephanie!! I would like to hear a continuing though

 

-----

 

I wrote this a few minutes ago..

 

 

Just want to break free

 

When I open my mouth

I try to speak

But my tongue gets numb

And I freeze

 

That feeling is controlling me

But I want to be in charge

To erase that growing darkness

That lies within my heart

 

But it's a fear that I don't know

If I can let go

It's growing stronger by every second

That is passing

What should I do

I can't even move

I just want to break free

I want to be me

 

The passion inside of me

Is burning

But silenced by the huge

Conquering fear

 

I want to let go of it

I want to learn from it

I want to see

And be me

 

But it's a fear that I don't know

If I can let go

It's growing stronger by every second

That is passing

What should I do

I can't even move

I just want to break free

I want to be me

 

I'm stuck in a year long

Millisecond

I want to move

Want to undo

The silence inside of me

I just want to break free

 

But it's a fear that I don't know

If I can let go

It's growing stronger by every second

That is passing

What should I do

I can't even move

I just want to break free

I want to be me

 

I'm planning on continuing it!!

 

Yours is really really good!!

[SANDIEGO]

Finally finally finished a song! Well sort of.

 

Youtube.com/ibethanyyy

 

The video titled letting go, opinions. Please read the descrip.

[Linney]

I'm planning on continuing it!!

 

Yours is really really good!!

 

 

 

No pressure. Thanks

[Émilie]

^ That was really good Stephanie!! I would like to hear a continuing though

 

-----

 

I wrote this a few minutes ago..

 

 

Just want to break free

 

When I open my mouth

I try to speak

But my tongue gets numb

And I freeze

 

That feeling is controlling me

But I want to be in charge

To erase that growing darkness

That lies within my heart

 

But it's a fear that I don't know

If I can let go

It's growing stronger by every second

That is passing

What should I do

I can't even move

I just want to break free

I want to be me

 

The passion inside of me

Is burning

But silenced by the huge

Conquering fear

 

I want to let go of it

I want to learn from it

I want to see

And be me

 

But it's a fear that I don't know

If I can let go

It's growing stronger by every second

That is passing

What should I do

I can't even move

I just want to break free

I want to be me

 

I'm stuck in a year long

Millisecond

I want to move

Want to undo

The silence inside of me

I just want to break free

 

But it's a fear that I don't know

If I can let go

It's growing stronger by every second

That is passing

What should I do

I can't even move

I just want to break free

I want to be me

 

i love this. <3

especially the first two parts.

[Wildman]

I call this song "Voids"

 

 

Voids

Hey morning bird

 

Bring myself back to the start

 

For you'll bring the end

 

Just once

 

Will you shine for me

 

Show mw what I'm missing

 

Aquitted of the crime I try again

 

No, dont speak tonight

 

Not again

 

 

 

--- You got me scared

 

Tight on breathing

 

Sorry, can you feel it?

 

Either deceive or believe

 

Just walk away (I wont even try)

 

 

 

Hold me closer and pull me away

 

I will not stay

 

NO, WAKE UP

 

I'm on the other side of bliss

 

I can't care less what happens here

 

Tell me this is over

 

I don't wanna know

 

My heart is racing again

 

Beating twice the normal rate

 

I cant fall asleep

 

(with you scattered all over my mind)

 

Just no more empty faith

 

---

 

Filled up with nore more faith

 

Never seems to amaze my embrace

 

Centering my "Shoulda" "Coulda" "Woulda" way

 

I cant be called a saint, not deserving

 

Over and over again

 

Can't fight this welcoming disease

 

Your're better than me

 

Let's try again

 

I really miss these feelings

 

That I'll never have again

 

I can remember that

 

---

 

Redemption (in the eyes of God)

 

When reborn, I'll be in Hell

 

No longer worthy

 

Redemption (in the eyes of my heart)

 

When failed, I'll be in Hell

 

Falling apart

 

I swore it would end

 

But I can't stop

 

Wont stop

 

Leaves of Autumn seem to leave me

 

Again and again

 

Once again

 

Can I please forgive myself

 

After my apology, NO

 

---

 

Lashing out

 

Speaking loud enough to hear you

 

Dazed within myself

 

Crowded with disease

 

Lashing out, LASHING OUT

 

Crowded with disease

 

Only within me

 

Lashing out, LASHING OUT

 

Disease us forsaken within me

 

Lashing out at you

 

But all I know

 

---

 

Still so scared

 

Lost within

 

I love you

 

Let me in

 

________

 

NOTE: The --- tells the chorus

 

 

I recorded myself singing this, it's absolutly awful.

Here it is:

http://rapidshare.com/files/153671066/Voids.mp3.html

[777]

I gotta see this...

 

Edit:

 

OK pal, I'm only looking out for you here, Take that link down.

[FrankiePoo]

I am currently writing a Paramore one-chaptered (One-shot) story

Will be posting it soon!

[RenegadeRoss]

ohh i look forward to reading it

[FrankiePoo]

x]

It's a bit goofy so far.

Like goofy as in they are all hyper-like

xD

But it's fun

[Wildman]

I gotta see this...

 

Edit:

 

OK pal, I'm only looking out for you here, Take that link down.

 

So it's that bad?

[FrankiePoo]

This Is How We’ll Dance (one-shot)

 

We boarded the tour bus, ready for another tour. It was going to be amazing. Our album, Riot!, just came out and we were really psyched on touring with new songs, and maybe new fans. Zac and josh were messing around, throwing luggage at each other’s heads. I laughed and chucked some at Josh, you ducked away easily, but ended up getting hit in the head with Jeremy’s suitcase.

“Laugh while you can,” Josh told Zac, who was laughing wildly, “But one day you will wake up with half of you ass gone.”

Zac put on a look of mock horror and continued laughing. I rolled my eyes, but smiled. Those two were always fighting, but they were the best of friends. I looked at Jeremy, who was grabbing his suitcase from next to Josh and carrying it inside. He came out with a couple of eggs and threw them both and Josh and Zac. They roared in rage and turned to me. I shook my head and pointed to Jeremy, who was rolling on the floor with laughter.

“See if you can cut off my ass,” Jeremy said between breaths, “But you have egg in your hair until we take a shower”

Zac jumped on Jeremy, then Josh went on top of them. I laughed aling with them as they wrestled on the concrete.

“Hey, Hayley,” Josh called, “Come join us!”

I laughed and jumped on Josh. Jeremy grunted with the added weight. Zac grabbed my head and gave me a noogy. I yelled and got off Josh.

“C’mon guys, we need to get on the bus,” I said, fixing my hair.

Somebody mumbled “Party pooper” as they got up.

“Butthead!” I yelled and tackled Zac.

He let out an “Oomf.” As he hit the ground.

“What did you call me?” I asked, sitting on top of hit and hitting his chest numerous times. He hated that.

“I called you a hardy pooper!” he said.

I laughed and got off him.

“Never comment on my pooping again and you will remain alive,” I said and walked in the bus.

I heard him laugh. I grinned and walked to my bunk, which was already filled with the clothes I had dumped on there earlier. I noticed all my bras were missing. I looked around the room and searched every corner.

“Josh!” I finally yelled.

“What?” he asked, coming in the doorway.

“Where are my bras?” I asked.

“Um, ask Jeremy, I saw him carrying brightly colored objects earlier,” he said, pointing outside of the room.

I gave him one last glare and walked into the living area, where Jeremy was playing a Game boy. I smacked him across the head.

“Ow! What was that for?” he asked, rubbing his head.

“For stealing my bras,” I said.

He looked confused for a second and then he smiled.

“They are in Zac’s bag,” he told me, grinning.

“Zac’s bag?” I almost yelled.

“Yeah, his bag,” Jeremy mumbled.

I rolled my eyes and dug through Zac’s bag. I only found one of five.

I walked towards Jeremy and threw it at his face.

“Gah!” he yelled, “What was that for?”

“There was only one,” I growled.

“Really? Ask Zac, then,” he grumbled.

“Zac!” I called, and he poking his head out of a closet.

“Yeah?”

“Where in the bus did you put my braziers?”

“Oh, those colorful things that you wear to hold your boobs up?” he asked, “Yeah, I put water on them and froze ‘em”

My eyes widened, “Dude!”

“Yeah? I have a name you know.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Zac. Where are they now?”

“In Josh’s bag,” he pointed in the room.

I rolled my eyes. This what was what, the millionth time I’ve been in there, looking for the blasted bras?

I walked in and opened Josh’s bag, sure enough, they were there, the ice melting a soaking all of his clothes. Zac was in trouble, that was true.

I left them, nonetheless. I wasn’t about to soak my own clothes

 

 

author's note:

So, what do you think

[RenegadeRoss]

LMAO!

 

That is superb!

[FrankiePoo]

Thanks

It was fin to write

[Wildman]

Alannah, that was a crazy story.... I makes me wonder why'd they freeze a bunch of bras... lol

[TheJake]

ok, i didnt write this, i just foud tihs on the internets somewhere. its REALLY freaking wierd. dont read this if your the kind of person who cant stand scary stuff, gory stuff, etc. its a bit long though, so, sorry bout that.

 

“Time is fluid here,” said the demon.

 

He knew it was a demon the moment he saw it. He knew it, just as he knew the place was Hell. There was nothing else that either of them could have been.

The room was long, and the demon waited by a smoking brazier at the far end. A multitude if objects hung on the rock-gray walls, of the kind that it would not have been wise or reassuring to inspect too closely. the cieling was low, the floor oddly insubstantial.

"Come close," said the demon, and he did.

The demon was rake thin and naked. It was deeply scarred, and it appeared to have been flayed at some time in the distant past. It had no ears, no sex. Its lips were thin and ascetic, and its eyes were a demon's eyes: they had seen too much and had gone too far, and under their gaze he felt less important than a fly.

“What happens now?” he asked.

 

“Now,” said the demon, in a voice that carried with it no sorrow, no relish, only a dead flat resignation, “you will be tortured.”

 

“For how long?”

 

But the demon shook its head and made no reply. It walked slowly along the wall, eyeing first one of the devices that hung there, then another. At the far end of the wall, by the closed door, was a cat-o'-nine tails made of frayed wire. The demon took it down with one three-fingered hand and walked back, carrying it reverently. It placed the wire tines onto the brazier, and stared at them as they began to heat up.

"That's inhuman."

"Yes."

The tips of the cat's tails were glowing a dead orange.As the demon raised its arm to deliver the first blow, it said,"In time you will remember even this moment with fondness."

"You are a liar."

"No," said the demon. "The next part," it explained, in the moment before it brought down the cat,"is worse."

Then the tines of the cat landed on the man's back with a crack and a hiss, tearing through the expensive clothes, burning and rending and shredding as they struck, and, not for the last time in that place, he screamed.

There were two hundred and eleven implements on the walls of that room, and in time he was to experience each of them.

When, finally, the Lazarene’s Daughter, which he had grown to know intimately, had been cleaned and replaced on the wall in the two hundred and eleventh position, then, through wrecked lips, he gasped, “Now what?”

“Now,” said the demon, “the true pain begins.”

It did.

Everything he had ever done that had been better left undone. Every lie he had told- told to himself, or told to others. Every little hurt, and all the great hurts. Each one was pulled out of him, detail by detail, inch by inch. The demon stripped away the cover of forgetfulness, stripped everything down to truth, and it hurt more than anything.

"Tell me what you thought as she walked out the door," said the demon.

"I thought my heart was broken."

"No," said the demon, without hate,"you didn't." It stared at him with expressionless eyes, and he was forced to look away.

"I thought, now she'll never know I've been sleeping with her sister."The demon took apart his life, moment by moment, instant to awful instant. It lasted a hundred years, perhaps, or a thousand- they had all the time there ever was, in that gray room- and toward the end he realized that the demon had been right. The physical torture had been kinder.

And it ended.

And once it had ended, it began again. There was a self-knowledge there that he had not had the first time, which somehow made everything worse.

Now, as he spoke, he hated himself. There were no lies, no evasions, no room for anything except the pain and the anger.

He spoke. He no longer wept. And when he finished, a thousand years later, he prayed that now the demon would go to the wall, and bring down the skinning knife, or the choke-pear, or the screws.

"Again," said the demon.

He began to scream. He screamed for a long time.

"Again," said the demon, when he was done, as if nothing had been said.

It was like peeling an onion. This time through his life he learned about consequences. He learned the results of things he had done; things he had been blind to as he did them; the ways he had hurt the world; the damage he had done to people he had never known, or met, or encountered. It was the hardest lesson yet.

"Again," said the demon, a thousand years later.He crouched on the floor, beside the brazier, rocking gently, his eyes closed, and he told the story of his life, re-experiencing it as he told it, from birth to death, changing nothing, leaving nothing out, facing everything. He opened his heart.

When he was done, he sat there, eyes closed, waiting for the voice to say, "Again," but nothing was said. He opened his eyes.

Slowly, he stood up. He was alone.

At the far end of the room, there was a door, and as he watched, it opened.

A man stepped through the door. There was terror in the man's face, and arrogance, and pride. The man, who wore expensive clothes, took several hesitant steps into the room, and then stopped.

When he saw the man, he understood.

"Time is fluid here," he told the new arrival.

[777]

I loved reading that ^

 

 

But what does the ending mean? I assume it means it's his turn to torture the next man.

 

Sheesh.

[TheJake]

I loved reading that ^

 

 

But what does the ending mean? I assume it means it's his turn to torture the next man.

 

Sheesh.

 

well its not just his turn to torture the next man, the guy who came into the room at the end was himself. so the demon was himself, torturing himself. somewhat explains what he meant by "time is fluid here". at least, thats how i think it was. it might not have been himself, but it said that the main character was wearing expensive clothes, and at the end, it said te new arrival was also wearing expensive clothes. so maybe it was ihm, idk

[FrankiePoo]

I gave you my heart, but that wasn’t enough.

And though I was crying, I tried to be tough

Nothing works out, not between you and me

And I want nothing more than to be free

Free of this life, free of this internal love

Free of everything that’s making me unhappy

 

Nothing is enough for you

I broke my heart in two

That still wasn’t enough

I guess that I’m shit and your gold

But I already have my love sold to you

And there is no return policy

 

And even though the weddings vows say till death do us part

That will come soon, so lucky you, we will be apart

And even though I may be dead

I still have something not said

That I still love you, no matter what

And even if that love makes a simple cut

You still won’t understand

 

And when life takes its toll

You will take my heart, still full and whole

And tear it to pieces

Stick them in my grave

For me, please

And then you can leave

 

I randomly wrote that

What do you think?