The Song/Poem/Writing Thread

[Renith182]

Here are the lyrics to songs/poems that i wrote recently. Its about a girl. And other things. Or whatnot.

 

Henry Hill’s Last Day

 

Verse

-As these eyes open up, I can see the daylight

-Water rushes down, The heat makes its mind up

-Walking out this empty room, a feeling so familiar

 

Pre-chorus

-A void so belligerent, a heart with once a pulse, a pulse that beats for you, once only for you

 

Chorus

-Arriving at this destination, to see your smile just one last time

-The stillness of the air between us, broken by words that can’t come out

-Remembering the first time I saw you, gazing into such pretty eyes

- That night you existed felt like only you and i

-Maybe I was wrong or just too right

 

Verse

-This one way ticket, I wish would come to pass

-Brings me to a place where I can’t ask

-To ask if I could have, this one simple chance

 

Pre-Chorus

-A chance to just show you, how this was in the past, unequal futures lacking my part

-So quick to judge with no second chances

-Am I so insignificant? Would he hold you at night?

 

 

 

The Cuban Once Said

 

These past endevours have taught me a lot

Climbing up the pyramid, damn these sides are steep

The bricks move closer creating a solid foundation

A foundation for life, the gaps still like cracks

 

Your pictures remind me, of this deep feeling in my heart

All those times that I wished, this was true, all was true

But what can I say? If I haven’t even loved or lost

Dear John, Im sorry, but did you even know where to start?

 

Flicking this nickel into my grave, Bet on heads consequences paid

It’s the best of men that fall, the hardest of all, but this is the life I lead

Extinguishing this cartridge, wondering what I really hit

Shooting one’s foot, no guarantees to save this face

 

All these good intentions, that came out black and white

This light blinds me, as I try to replicate these thoughts

Pulling into this parking lot, I’d be honest about this lie

But the smoke is only cabbage; A hypocrisy id hope would die

 

Im lost inside your eyes, the same movie comes to mind

A radio’s high pitched scream, like Sirens in the light

If I bought this record player, would these songs play without a beat?

Or would they be shattered, as these bombs hit the beach

 

A family I once had, I wish I could be with again

Theres no substitute for her, only a new horizon

But this horizon, has overtones of uncertainty

A certainty to last, for longer than the journey.

 

If only it could be different, but it’s always just the same

Wish I never looked at your pictures, oh my what a dame

Thinking about the time I first saw you, this heavy feeling in my heart

Would I take it back? In a heartbeat, to save me from this grace

 

REN

[Rogue Ninja]

It took Francisco three tries to write his personal statements for his application to Van Leeuwenhoek University. There was nothing really wrong with it the first time, except that it left out a lot of personal factors that would probably work to his advantage if they were mentioned. The second time these were there, but the tone was much too whiny and pathetic. The third time, he cut out the whining but left the personal stories. That time it made him sound like a stronger person, probably stronger than he really was. That time was perfect.

 

It took Francisco three tries to pack for school. He had never been away from home that long before, his previous record having been the single week he spent in Mexico each year, so he wasn’t sure what or how much to pack. The first time he packed too many things. It wasn’t too many in that it could not all be transported to the school, but it was a lot of things he probably didn’t need, and what if he brought more stuff than his roommates? He’d look like someone who couldn’t handle being away from home. The second time he packed significantly less, and he had everything he needed, but the thought of showing up with practically nothing, like some kind of poor person, wasn’t one he was happy with, either. The third time he packed, he made sure he included things he did not necessarily need but could easily justify having. That time he was ready to go.

 

It took Francisco three tries to make a friend. The first try had been a fellow Mexican boy in elementary school. He was tolerable enough when they played at recess, but one day he had insulted Paco’s mother. Paco had punched his lights out, resulting in a suspension and getting his own lights punched out by his father for getting trouble in school. “What will people think about how I’m raising you?” his father had asked between blows. Francisco wasn’t at that school much longer, and while he was there the other boy avoided him at all costs. The second try had been in middle school and was a black Cuban boy who preferred to speak in Spanish. Francisco could stand him well enough in classes, working on group assignments, but outside of class things were different. The other boy liked to talk about things Paco didn’t like hearing about. He ran the streets with a Cuban gang, and amazingly enough was not their youngest member. He spoke of their adventures with muggings and alcohol. Francisco listened unwillingly, never working up the nerve to just break off the contact with him. He was relieved when he changed schools again.

 

The third try had not really been a try at all. It happened in college, because in high school Paco had been much too absorbed in school and work to bother with trivial acquaintances. This boy was Caucasian. German and Irish, or some such mix like that, and his name was Garret. Garret was something like the boy from middle school in that he liked to talk about things Francisco didn’t enjoy listening to, though he disliked them for different reasons. Garret’s words had implications about who Paco was, implications that Paco didn’t like, only because on some level he knew that they were true. Garret was also like the boy from elementary school, in that Francisco had on occasion hit him, though unlike the incident on the playground, he only hit him once and didn’t have to be restrained. It was also different in that Garret didn’t avoid him after the incidents. If anything, he pushed more, taking the blows, and every other denial of friendship Francisco threw at him, as signs that the friendship was growing. And in a way it was. He wasn’t sure if he got tired of fighting or if he recognized that Garret’s friendship was worth having, but eventually Paco gave in, and while he was slow giving Garret all the roles of a friend, he at least admitted him the title.

[conspiracy]

I want to cover LYRICAL LIES so I made up alternate verses and changed the chorus a little. I wrote it about a friend.

 

 

I see you standing looking over me

birth these lyrics as my pencil lead

works harder than your head

And it's ashes like blood on my hands

when we end.

I never kept you here

because I loved you

Infact I think we all agree.

For you survival isn't based on your fitness

You get by because you're... pretty.

I know you want to be a better person

I wish I could nurture your seed.

But you still have your pictures

So who's to know what hides behind what they see?

 

 

You want to be kept in poetry

but the imagery doesn't fit

I tried to capture your beauty in words

but your soul amounts to nothing in script

 

 

What I just wrote will never be heard or said

I'm only honest with my pen

And there's no glory in your bed.

I can't write you a lie

To feed your one-track mind

 

 

You want to be kept in poetry

but the imagery doesn't fit

I tried to capture your beauty in words

but your soul amounts to nothing in script

 

 

You're going somewhere now

But in time you're gonna have to stop

Beauty will fade with age

So try and mend your heart

Your heart is where my home is

But you're always leaving windows open during storms

And your pictures and empty verses are proof

And your makeup and you're habits are proof

You wanted my pretty words but I'm writing you the truth

 

You want to be kept in poetry

but the imagery doesn't fit

I can't preserve your beauty in words

because you'll always be ugly in script

[Rogue Ninja]

Garret’s fingers were long, slender, and almost girlish. Jimmy’s were also long, but they were thicker, and while they were strong, they were nowhere near nimble. In high school, one of Garret’s girlfriends had gotten him into folding tiny paper stars. He made them while Jimmy did homework and put them in a small jar. He didn’t care much for the random patterns of color the stars made in the jar, but it was something to do, and when the jar was full, he could always give it to his girlfriend. As it turned out, he broke up with that particular girlfriend before the jar was full, and ended up giving it to another girl he was interested in.

 

Once while Garret was in the process of filling the jar, he forgot it at Jimmy’s house. Jimmy had picked up a strip of folding paper, also forgotten, and had tried to make a star. He knew how to make them. He had watched Garret make them for hours. But he couldn’t seem to make one of his own. The folding was too precise, too intricate, for Jimmy’s clumsy fingers. Jimmy looked at his finished product, a mess of pale orange paper, and sighed. It was just one more thing that Garret was better at.

 

Jimmy put his star in the jar and looked at it. It stood out, like a kindergartener’s finger painting at the Louvre. If Garret saw it, which he undoubtedly would, he would wonder how he had missed that, pick it out, and throw it away. Jimmy picked up the jar and gave it a good shake, burying his star among Garret’s better pieces. As always, Jimmy’s work was hidden by Garret’s, and maybe, like in this case, it was better that way.

[whatsername104]

Just something small i wrote recently about a friend of mine who passed away in 2nd grade. it isn't great, but it helped me.

 

For "C"

 

The day you left

i didn't know what to do

what to say, how to act

i was helpless; you left me

alone, nowhere to go,

no one to talk to. why?

why did you do that?

 

i think back now, hoping to

remember those times

but I can't.

I try to picture your face, so bright and lively,

but all i can picture is a replica,

not sure if it's all the same

They're transparent in me thoughts

fading like the broken dreams i see at night

I don't want it to be this way

It can't be this way

Please, help me to remember

 

I know things will never be the same

We'll never be reckless children in the playground

We'll never see each other the same way

We'll never relive that horrid day

We'll never see each other again

 

Stay safe, stay true; always help me remember

[SmithRawks]

The Things I Could Tell You

 

The butterflies in my chest

Serve as a bullet proof vest

They sheild what i really want to say

That every night i pray

One day you will see me for who i am

And not just this flesh of a man

But this time i ask you to dance

Give my heart a hopeless chance

At sweeping you off your feet

On this dancefloor of heart beats

 

Im making it so painstakingly obvious

But you look so oblivious

This is about YOU

Take some time and find out what to do

Let me down easy

Break my heart through and through

 

So will you give me this chance

Of love and romance

Because you're stareing at him

And the lights are going dim

On this heart beat dance floor

It looks like my heart never caught the attention of yours

[Emergency32]

^ wow! i love that! =]

[Carla]

I agree!

[Renith182]

The Things I Could Tell You

 

The butterflies in my chest

Serve as a bullet proof vest

They sheild what i really want to say

That every night i pray

One day you will see me for who i am

And not just this flesh of a man

But this time i ask you to dance

Give my heart a hopeless chance

At sweeping you off your feet

On this dancefloor of heart beats

 

Im making it so painstakingly obvious

But you look so oblivious

This is about YOU

Take some time and find out what to do

Let me down easy

Break my heart through and through

 

So will you give me this chance

Of love and romance

Because you're stareing at him

And the lights are going dim

On this heart beat dance floor

It looks like my heart never caught the attention of yours

 

 

Holy shit Aaron thats an awesome song. Jesus thats like my fuckin Life Story. Read some of my other shit lol. Its intense aswell

 

Ren

[Guest haunted_dreams55]

The Things I Could Tell You

 

The butterflies in my chest

Serve as a bullet proof vest

They sheild what i really want to say

That every night i pray

One day you will see me for who i am

And not just this flesh of a man

But this time i ask you to dance

Give my heart a hopeless chance

At sweeping you off your feet

On this dancefloor of heart beats

 

Im making it so painstakingly obvious

But you look so oblivious

This is about YOU

Take some time and find out what to do

Let me down easy

Break my heart through and through

 

So will you give me this chance

Of love and romance

Because you're stareing at him

And the lights are going dim

On this heart beat dance floor

It looks like my heart never caught the attention of yours

 

Wow, that was amazing. I love it.

[SmithRawks]

Thanks to everyone =] Of course its about a secret girl lol. <3333

 

Im thinking about changing the obvious and oblivious lines though...i dont much like them =D

[conspiracy]

Aaron that's awesome. I really like the imagery.

 

 

I'll type what's written on my arm here so I can copy and paste it with the rest of my stuff later.

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I didn't make it on time

She sucked the love out of you years ago

and now you're just a prisoner

Time has come to pay for your crime

I conspired with a fraudulent heart

and believed that you were over her

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Old friends aren't in season.

New friends are just seeds.

Old friends are bad crops.

Acquaintences are only weeds.

But this is only when you need them.

[SmithRawks]

I love that second poem Murda Meg got some phat beats!

[SmithRawks]

Dead Prom King

 

I can hear your voice

An image of your beauty and poise

Is all i can see

Its the end for me

Go and live out your life

Im sure one day you'll make a beautiful wife

 

Your bullet hit me this time

Don't worry ill be just fine

For you, this is the best part

No surgeon can heal the whole in my heart

 

The funeral is tonight

Will you wear black and white

Or a bright red

To celebrate me; dead

I hope you are pleased

You ended my life with ease

 

Your bullet hit me this time

Don't worry ill be just fine

For you, this is the best part

No surgeon can heal the whole in my heart

 

I hope you have enough to chew

Because i loved you

Like a high school crush

Now i turn to dust

A dead prom king

Laid to rest without a queen

[Carla]

I really like that one!

[Emergency32]

Dead Prom King

 

I can hear your voice

An image of your beauty and poise

Is all i can see

Its the end for me

Go and live out your life

Im sure one day you'll make a beautiful wife

 

Your bullet hit me this time

Don't worry ill be just fine

For you, this is the best part

No surgeon can heal the whole in my heart

 

The funeral is tonight

Will you wear black and white

Or a bright red

To celebrate me; dead

I hope you are pleased

You ended my life with ease

 

Your bullet hit me this time

Don't worry ill be just fine

For you, this is the best part

No surgeon can heal the whole in my heart

 

I hope you have enough to chew

Because i loved you

Like a high school crush

Now i turn to dust

A dead prom king

Laid to rest without a queen

 

Aaron, I love that!

[SmithRawks]

<333

 

Here is an untitled song i wrote..

 

You smell of cheap perfume

a whore disguised as a woman

you got whats comin

just sit and wait

youll be back to white trash

sooner than late

cause reality hits like a car crash

 

does it feel good

acting like you're so misunderstood?

 

stop being someone you're not

take a look around

see what you can find in this town

before you lose what you've got

 

love is a thing of the past

for you it will never last

lay down on the stretcher

you'll never be as good as her

try and fake your way out of this one

one more stab and you're done

 

does it feel good

acting like you're so misunderstood?

 

Not like the other two, i dont really like this one =\

[Emergency32]

That's pretty good. I like it. =]

[Emergency32]

Here's something new! I haven't written anything this whole month, so i'm pretty happy about this. It's not that good though and it doesn't have a name yet.

 

Untitled

 

You've gone too far there's

no looking back you've heard

their cries you've told your lies

 

You're gone without one goodbye

your heart is so cold like the darkness

in your eyes

 

This isn't some dream like you thought

it'd be your has stopped beating now

your regret are running through your mind

 

Your breath is running short you close

your eyes hoping you'll make it out alive

 

can you hear your fears catching up to you?

was this really what you wanted to go through?

 

You've gone too far there's

no looking back you've heard

their cries you've told your lies

 

This isn't some dream like you thought

it'd be your has stopped beating now

your regret are running through your mind

 

Your breath is running short you close

your eyes hoping you'll make it out alive

[SmithRawks]

Sweeet^

[Emergency32]

^ Thank you! =]

[Rogue Ninja]

Hate Runs In The Family

 

Enrique looked down at the small boy sprawled on the bed, pajamas at once too loose because he was underfed and too short because he was growing and no one had bothered to buy him a new pair. The boy’s hair was in need of a trim, something else no one had bothered to take care of. Why should the boy be taken care of? No one had wanted him.

 

Enrique hated the boy. Hated him for ruining his life, for dropping in and trying him to a menial life with a woman he didn’t love or even really care about. But he only hated the boy as much as he hated himself, for everything the boy had done to him, Enrique had done to himself.

 

Enrique reached a hand and touched the boy’s cheek, making him wince in his sleep. If course; there was a bruise there. As he drew back his hand, Enrique wondered of he’s ever be able to touch the boy without hurting him, to look at him without hating him. He would have to stop hurting himself first, he was sure, and stop hating himself. If that were the case, it wouldn’t happen any time soon.

[Guest haunted_dreams55]

Here's something new! I haven't written anything this whole month, so i'm pretty happy about this. It's not that good though and it doesn't have a name yet.

 

Untitled

 

You've gone too far there's

no looking back you've heard

their cries you've told your lies

 

You're gone without one goodbye

your heart is so cold like the darkness

in your eyes

 

This isn't some dream like you thought

it'd be your has stopped beating now

your regret are running through your mind

 

Your breath is running short you close

your eyes hoping you'll make it out alive

 

can you hear your fears catching up to you?

was this really what you wanted to go through?

 

You've gone too far there's

no looking back you've heard

their cries you've told your lies

 

This isn't some dream like you thought

it'd be your has stopped beating now

your regret are running through your mind

 

Your breath is running short you close

your eyes hoping you'll make it out alive

 

I love that!!!

[Emergency32]

^ thank you!

[miss_emergency]

some people have their stories but here's mine in ryhme

my poem about my life and my way of telling people that don't understand how i feel...To Write Love On Her Arms...

 

13 reaseons to bleed-

the yelling continues outside of her door

as she lies in bed thinking "Why am i here for?"

waiting as darkness creeps bye

and so she silently begins to cry

a friend calls her phone

but she just wants to be all alone

her friends continue to stab her back

and at school she's the one to attack.

for no one knows that she has feelings too

but everyone knows what she plans to do.

she takes the scissors and rips it across

her arm, it bleeds... her life is lost...

nothing to do except cry

and she begins to wonder why

of all the lives in this world

hate picked her, this lonely girl

she wonders why no one loves her anymore

and asks herself "what am i here for?"

13 years old the cutting slows down

but she has no smile only a frown...

people at school pick on her

only because they have no clue she suffers

they see the scars and begin to taunt

and the laughs grow louder because the memories haunt

her each night in fact

they go away but always comes back

a pool of tears on the floor

she asks herself "do they need me anymore?"

no one knows her story they don't ever care

so she asks herself "why is my life so unfair?"

13 scars remains here for everyone to see

and she asks herself "why did hate pick me?"

 

 

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hope you liked it cuz i know it probably sucked...