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i am digging this thread a lot. and someday i will post something on here because i loveloveloveeee writing.

sometimes i'll just get a random spark of inspiration from out of nowhere and write something small and mean to turn it into something, but i never do. you guys can be my inspiration/motivational 'speakers'(writers). haha.

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i am digging this thread a lot. and someday i will post something on here because i loveloveloveeee writing.

sometimes i'll just get a random spark of inspiration from out of nowhere and write something small and mean to turn it into something, but i never do. you guys can be my inspiration/motivational 'speakers'(writers). haha.

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Hey watsup? yeh i write songs. im planning on starting a bdn so heres one of my sucky songs. so if this is good then you'll like my others

 

 

Am I really Your Mistake

Faded smile on your face

No love can help us now

im your official enemy

 

Cuz i never let you go

standing in the darkness

coming from teh shadows

Now I tried to save us

Your slipping off

Your Letting go.

I came back to let you kno...

 

That Ive tried my best to hide

All my strange but many cries

confused & its hurting me..

how brutal can i be??

 

Cuz i never let you go

standing in the darkness

coming from teh shadows

Now I tried to save us

Your slipping off

Your Letting go.

I came back to let you kno...

 

This is my sorry & my goodbye

Let me go. plz let our love die

I cant stand to watch you lie

and forget everything you deny.

 

Its time to let me go

im your mistake

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Ok well i don't relate to this song in anyway, but i wrote it about someone i know and they ask me to write something that shows how they feel, and this song pretty much just tells it's self, so yeah.

 

 

Scars on your arms

 

I've seen you get hurt so many time

you put up with so much in your life

 

You make it seem like everythings just

fine when i know all you really wanna do is cry

 

You take one last look at these city lights before

you leave all your memorise behind

 

It's like you can't say what's on your mind so blocking

it out is all you could seem to do you act like none

of this matters when i know it's killing you

your always saying no one seems to care about it

everyone just wants to ignore it

 

you wont let your arms stop bleeding cause you

think it's the only way the pain will go away

 

you make it seem like everythings just fine when

i know all you really wanna do is cry

 

It's like you can't say what's on your mind so

blocking it out is all you could seem to do you

act like none of this matters when i know it's killing you

 

Your scars on your arms wont fade

 

So you take one last look at these city lights

before you throw everything away

 

[END]

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haha so now i'm convinced that i should post some stuff. i dunno, i like to do metaphorical stuff and a little more vague, not so straightforward. i know some people don't like that, but that's how i do! hahaha. I TAKE CRITICISM WELL, so GO AHEAD! hahah.

i wrote this a while back...in March, according to the LJ entry i pulled it from. (i originally wrote it down on the back of a paper from math class. hahah.) wrote it during the school day, 'cause the power went out, so we just had time to chill and do whatever. and this was the result:

 

What a mess, this consequence

Not for the faint of countenance

(or failure to face the truth in it)

Full of Freudian slips (into halls and doors; onto desks and floors)

 

As the fountain drips…

Fall as grace from lips

So sick and swift

To fill the faults

With lies and surrogates

 

To fail the final warning

Heed the ailing excess ages

Consider this empty word,

The twisted cadence of philosophy

(confidence of sages)

 

Satisfy the impulses

Conceal the conscience

Of motivation

 

We are wasting all

Stolen air on

The lies we live

 

And the final breath to fall

Speaks the fullest of all;

The fool, the prayer, the call.

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oh and another one from not too long before that one in the last post. just because i also found it in my LJ. hahah. i was pretty sick at the time, and just kept thinking and thinking. . .

 

here's to health (or lack thereof)- lonely days in waiting rooms and memories of the smoke and fumes that burned our mouths with glory, whether by chance or fate.

 

well the waiting room can wait; i'm here for now, reclining in cold with the hope of tv screens and leather chairs. but it stings to know that three days ago i had stars in my eyes, now i'm seeing the skies in everything; fade in, fade out, the drought of consciousness. keep close for comfort, and breathe out of time with me, asleep with the sounds of idle electricity.

 

Of all the thrills, none can cure the chills.

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sincerely, I just adore your writing. Beautiful. very new, too.

 

 

I wouldn't be surprised

if there were maggots crawling through my eyes

as I dreamed myself

away from this broken home

And I,

I wouldn't really mind

If I stood outside

watching it burn on...

down,

anymore

 

This home's decrepid ancient ruins

of my childhood torn down

It's caving in on me somehow

and what were we when we were happy?

 

Mommy's gone and Daddy's gone

I'm too dependent to hold on

here alone

in this mess I once called home

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:] Well, this might be kind of scary to you guys... or funny, since I'm just a teenage girl. But yeah...

 

Thirsty, dry minded and thoughtless

a blank piece of paper and an empty glass

Don't give a fuck about politics

I always cheat the system when I feel it suits me best

 

The Brain looks for patterns

is that why we're all in a line?

Is that why we forfeit faces for masks half the time?-

Why we sleep, sit, sleep, sit, pay our fines?

Is it the systems disregard for individuality behind the curtain of crime?

Why we stare at boards glued to desks for decades at a time

taking lesson after lesson but never making up our own minds?

 

If after all this, the system declines me for what I want to be

it's home, home on the road

a drifter's life for me

 

Sick of the blind eyes and deaf ears, won't hear what I see

and the larvae we call people wriggling wreckless through society

This is our home and we call it free

so why the fuck are there chains on your hands and feet?

 

Sick of the patterns and the lives on repeat

and the premies who haven't opened their eyes yet to reality

This is our home and we call it free

so rip those self inflicted chains off your hands and feet.

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