MeLoN Posted February 28, 2006 Report Share Posted February 28, 2006 Oops, thought I posted this one already..turns out I didnt:: Said goodbye Said goodbye to all the things I believed were true Until it looked me right in the eye I thought life was you Put a dot after everything I say cause Its already said No need to rewind and tell you all over again Shouldve listened the first time when I told you my tale Shouldve opened your eyes and not walk away Said goodbye to the failure cause the failure is past To us and our story, cause its not supposed to last My heart draws pictures I try to erase Held together by chains Ive been trying to break Every moment is a new chance to live and in return All the moment wants is to see what I have learned But its hard for me to say Ive learned anything at all Cause Im still hollow, hiding behind a wall Said goodbye to the same old story And change direction to something new Goodbye to not taking chances cause theres possibility to fail Goodbye to shutting down, just because its safe Goodbye to something that shouldnt have been me at all Hello to all thats real, to the world outside my walls Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
benzzz Posted February 28, 2006 Report Share Posted February 28, 2006 Great stuff Mel I really like this bit from your first one Green eyes watching over a blue sea Next to a pink facade screaming silently Clouds are all I need cause they take me away To a place where color teaches me about yesterday Yes thats good. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MeLoN Posted February 28, 2006 Report Share Posted February 28, 2006 ^Thank you.. The bit you like best, is the bit I hate the most Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rogue Ninja Posted February 28, 2006 Report Share Posted February 28, 2006 I worte another story. If anyone is interested in reading, please leave your email address or email me and I'll send it over. Teaser: Ryan had never considered himself an artist. Guitar player? Of course he was that. Song writer? That, too. Musician? Even that. But not an artist. Was it art when the emotions expressed in your songs were not always emotions you felt? Was it art when your melodies were constructed with target audiences in mind? Was it art when you would scrap everything you’d done so far and start from scratch if it meant a shot at big bucks and a bigger name? Ryan did not consider himself an artist. Ryan would not say that he was starving. True there was rent and utilities to pay, and groceries to buy, but he had a day job—or rather an afternoon and night job—so it all got taken care of. True he was living paycheck to paycheck, and towards the end of the month it was always a little hard, but he managed. Splitting the bills with his roommate Benjamin helped, too. Now Benjamin, there was a starving artist. He was an artist in the typical sense—a painter—but he was atypically talented. His eye for detail was unrivaled, and his motor control was dead on so that everything his sight picked up could be translated perfectly onto paper or canvas. Portraits, landscapes, still lifes, all were flawless, but as was the case for most young artists, particularly those still living, he was unrecognized by the artistic community. It could be argued that Benjamin was starving. He had a job outside of art, but it didn’t pay much, and unlike Ryan who spent three hundred dollars on a guitar once and needed little else for songwriting, there were supplies for Benjamin to buy and like Van Gogh before him, he was often faced with the decision between buying food and buying paint. Unlike Van Gogh, however, Benjamin at least had someone to stop him from eating the paint; Benjamin didn’t need brain damage to be an artistic genius—he already was one. And he usually didn’t need to eat paint as Ryan always spotted him for food when he could. “You can pay me back when you make it,” Ryan would say. “Or if I make it, we can just forget it.” But right now it didn’t look like either of them would make it any time soon. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HayleysHot Posted March 1, 2006 Report Share Posted March 1, 2006 My Bleeding Heart I'm all alone with noone to catch me as I fall and I'm falling so fast I'll hit the ground before I get another chance to take another breath And then it ends the concrete, cold against my skin and I'm still breathing my broken heart still beating within my chest my bleeding heart When will it end how do I make my heart stop the thoughts inside my head Will it ever stop my wrists are slowly bleeding the hatred within myself It starts again and suddenly I can't cope with it all the anger and frustration inside towards this person I fear and hate so much this person I am So I hide away from the world i've never known I never really lived and although I'm still alive on the outside inside my heart keeps bleeding (Thanx go to ma mate Nat who helped wiv the title!!! an for any1 who posted in here an inspired me!!) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
benzzz Posted March 1, 2006 Report Share Posted March 1, 2006 ^ Thats really good Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MeLoN Posted March 1, 2006 Report Share Posted March 1, 2006 My Bleeding Heart I'm all alone with noone to catch me as I fall and I'm falling so fast I'll hit the ground before I get another chance to take another breath And then it ends the concrete' date=' cold against my skin and I'm still breathing my broken heart still beating within my chest my bleeding heart When will it end how do I make my heart stop the thoughts inside my head Will it ever stop my wrists are slowly bleeding the hatred within myself It starts again and suddenly I can't cope with it all the anger and frustration inside towards this person I fear and hate so much this person I am So I hide away from the world i've never known I never really lived and although I'm still alive on the outside inside my heart keeps bleeding (Thanx go to ma mate Nat who helped wiv the title!!! an for any1 who posted in here an inspired me!!)[/quote'] Loves it <3 Keep writing! Youre doing an awesome job! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rogue Ninja Posted March 5, 2006 Report Share Posted March 5, 2006 Not really a poem. Just the way I feel at this moment. Free verse away! It seems that everything I want Goes down and down and down and down Every day the way I feel Goes down and down and down and down All my plans and all my goals Go down and down and down and down My friendships and all my love Go down and down and down and down Down and down and down and down Down and down and down and down All that I can do now is Go down and down and down and down Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
I Run With Scissors Posted March 5, 2006 Report Share Posted March 5, 2006 I am Jack's Empty Bottle of Daniels Do these empty bottles mean I had a night full of fun? I can’t remember that far back I have no idea what I done. I’m struggling to open my eyes and I’m waking up with an aching head. Trying to piece the puzzle of last night and everything I did and said. Just think back… Oh I think I remember something now, of what happened back then. I got so drunk and said so many hurtful things to you again. I guess that explains why my shirt’s still wet from the drink that you threw at me And there’s now nothing left for me now, except to collect all the mess and debris, Of us… Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MeLoN Posted March 5, 2006 Report Share Posted March 5, 2006 To my favourite scar Im frozen inside but it doesnt stop my heart from beating Its dangerous inside but it doesn’t stop me from feeling I want to be with love cause it seems to be my cure On my own Im far too lost to open a new door Chances are, you walk away in the middle of this story And Im left with lonely thoughts, feeling empty This thing seems to be a reason for me to be found The only one to stop this girl from falling down *This is a twisted story by a twisted girl Full of hope, in love with the world Heres to a person who took my heart To you right there, my favourite scar I know youll read these lines and think Im crazy Youll secretly smile but say you hate me Youll ignore me for a minute or maybe two Then start talking anyway cause silence doesn’t fit you Today someone told me to think with my head But its hard cause this took over my mind This cant mean anything, never will and never has Ive become the girl in the corner with false hopes high * To my favourite scar, next to me in the corner To the lies and the liars, to all unsure To my precious heart breathing for life To this world because Ill make it mine Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
benzzz Posted March 5, 2006 Report Share Posted March 5, 2006 All of those are great Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rogue Ninja Posted March 5, 2006 Report Share Posted March 5, 2006 I am Jack's Empty Bottle of Daniels Do these empty bottles mean I had a night full of fun? I can’t remember that far back I have no idea what I done. I’m struggling to open my eyes and I’m waking up with an aching head. Trying to piece the puzzle of last night and everything I did and said. Just think back… Oh I think I remember something now' date=' of what happened back then. I got so drunk and said so many hurtful things to you again. I guess that explains why my shirt’s still wet from the drink that you threw at me And there’s now nothing left for me now, except to collect all the mess and debris, Of us…[/quote'] I love that! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HayleysHot Posted March 5, 2006 Report Share Posted March 5, 2006 I love 'To my favourite scar' its brilliant!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MeLoN Posted March 6, 2006 Report Share Posted March 6, 2006 I love 'To my favourite scar' its brilliant!!! Awww thanks Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HayleysHot Posted March 7, 2006 Report Share Posted March 7, 2006 You're welcome, keep writing cos I love your stuff!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
I Run With Scissors Posted March 7, 2006 Report Share Posted March 7, 2006 Silence... now there’s something to talk about Quick! Quick! Think of something to say, The girl of your dreams is slowly walking this way. Should you start with a joke, or maybe a “hey.... ...how are you doing on this damn fine day?” Come on! let the words all flow out But you’re overanalyzing and having your doubts Just stop stalling, and just open your mouth. And quickly find something to talk about. [Chorus is terrible so far, but I’m open to suggestions] As the silence grows longer, it gets more awkward. She walks right past you, she keeps moving forward. On a downward spiral you are descending And you know that this won’t have a happy ending. I'm not sure if I should bother having another verse or just repeat the first one again followed by the chorus, I just keep pushing myself in the corner with my use of cheesy rhyming couplets Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MeLoN Posted March 7, 2006 Report Share Posted March 7, 2006 Dont worry bout that lol! Writing is my life =) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FeRo Posted March 7, 2006 Report Share Posted March 7, 2006 awsome work!! everyone i just finished caching up with this thread Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pinkpanther6102 Posted March 23, 2006 Report Share Posted March 23, 2006 i seriously need to post here...i write for like at least an hour almost everyday..but like i've never let anyone read it but everyones stuff is soo good Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MeLoN Posted March 23, 2006 Report Share Posted March 23, 2006 ^Just post it. lol You like writing, why do you care what anyone else thinks? Yeah - Its fun to hear people like your stuff..But it shouldnt matter. Ok anyway heres some new stuff:: Whats a lie? I felt something soft falling on my skin It divided into pieces Bits to my heart and bits to my soul Pieces for every side of me I read your letter you read me Every bit and every piece You broke the chains around my heart Cant break yours even though I try so hard *You and I are we a lie? Im falling down and I know it But I still try to fix this Cause whats a lie? You and I, are we real inside your mind? My heart, every single bit, knows where this is going How its gonna end, you and I forever wondering Its what we want that we cant have Distance kills this well too bad The worlds still spinning, the worlds still round But Im no longer stuck on the ground Got on my feet because you did Looking for an answer I know there is. ------------------------------------------------ What if I dont know if I can But I suppose I can try Cause whats the point in living If I dont feel alive Dead and wasted All the tears Ive tasted They wont leave my mind alone I lost myself on my way home You're all Ive got to hold and make me smile My ways are getting old and I cant call this life Whats the point in talking if my words dont count What if all they do is tear you down Am I honest or simply mean Is this you or whats supposed to be me And what if the person that I am is someone I dont understand I know what I want but they say I cant Will I still be a good girl if I dont listen for just once Will you let me take my time to tell you what Ive done When you tell me you love me are you sure? For all that Ive become do you know this girl? What if all I need is right in front of me? What if you are my reason and this reason is what I feel Will you call me stupid for not getting it Will you still smile and like me without getting twisted What if all I have to say is "I dont care" Run away from all thats safe would that be fair? Think about me and forget about you After all this life is mine and thats my only truth. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
benzzz Posted March 23, 2006 Report Share Posted March 23, 2006 ^ Good writter you are Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MeLoN Posted March 23, 2006 Report Share Posted March 23, 2006 Awww thanks Ben! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
conspiracy Posted March 26, 2006 Report Share Posted March 26, 2006 I've dug myself in a hole too deep Where the sun won't shine far enough to see walls of mud remain cold but I feel no breeze and you all stand looking down on me Rocks and roots and what once were seeds give me shelter but they don't comfort me Am I free or was I free? If I tried to climb up a wall so weak It would all come tumbling down on me Voices outside cry "Come outside and be alive" I say "Sorry" but I've tried but they keep calling me remember when we were happy with the sun and the moon and all that fell in between but now somethings holding me and you're too busy to help too busy watching me... from the tiny opening that's barely visible from here at the top where I once was when I fell when I reached for temporary help but instead a shovel and a world I can't conquer by myself Voices outside cry "Come outside and be alive" I say "Sorry" but I've tried but they keep calling me hands of friends that I once held let go to worry about themselves they tried to wish me well... hands of friends that I once held let go to worry about themselves they tried to wish me well... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MeLoN Posted March 26, 2006 Report Share Posted March 26, 2006 ^Loves it! Thats amazing <3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
conspiracy Posted March 26, 2006 Report Share Posted March 26, 2006 thanks <33 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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