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I'm supposed to be revising, pshaw.

 

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the situation isn't quite as sophisticated,

as first anticipated or assumed

the lighting and the laughter casts shadows,

tense and terrifying in the room

and all is not as it should be

it should be calm and controlled,

if i knew this was how it would be

i'd never have gotten involved

 

and oh, i left the wrong side of bed this morning,

i left the wrong bed entirely and completely

and the wrong house and the wrong life,

with the wrong person left beside me

and all is not as it should be,

it should be warm and reassuring

that's how he'll always be

tall, smart and so alluring

 

this arrangement isn't ideal or insightful,

it's just spiteful and surprising

with harsh words spat across heartbeats,

no time left for screams or crying

and all is not as it should be,

wrong time, wrong place, wrong you,

oh, knew it from the start;

you will always be you.

 

Awesome! <3

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reversing bumblebee.

 

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oh, pleased to meet you

i'm the expert of time wasting and regrets

i'm sure we'll get on like a heart on fire

with my prescence as a frank reminder

of everything you'd rather forget.

 

so, take a seat

we'll discuss mistakes and misdemeanors

exchanging tales just like old friends

with encouraging glances and false pretence

and everything you won't remember.

 

and we'll be just fine

staring each other down like old enemies

and raised fists and open hands

with every intention of staying calm

against blunt dreams and sharp memories.

 

we'll be just fine.

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I'm supposed to be revising, pshaw.

 

--

the situation isn't quite as sophisticated,

as first anticipated or assumed

the lighting and the laughter casts shadows,

tense and terrifying in the room

and all is not as it should be

it should be calm and controlled,

if i knew this was how it would be

i'd never have gotten involved

 

and oh, i left the wrong side of bed this morning,

i left the wrong bed entirely and completely

and the wrong house and the wrong life,

with the wrong person left beside me

and all is not as it should be,

it should be warm and reassuring

that's how he'll always be

tall, smart and so alluring

 

this arrangement isn't ideal or insightful,

it's just spiteful and surprising

with harsh words spat across heartbeats,

no time left for screams or crying

and all is not as it should be,

wrong time, wrong place, wrong you,

oh, knew it from the start;

you will always be you.

 

oh my goodness!

"and oh, i left the wrong side of bed this morning,

i left the wrong bed entirely and completely

and the wrong house and the wrong life,

with the wrong person left beside me"

 

just brilliant :mrgreen:

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Post of the double.

But i am an exceedingly bored human bean.

 

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surely being you isn't so hard,

just a few well timed smiles to get what you ask for

not that i'm bitter or jealous or impressed

but i sure hope i get what i came for, no less

 

i came to tear that smiles away,

with a few strategic tears and rehearsed tragedies

not that i'm lonely but sick of your sad story

and i sure hope you drown in yourself an your misery

 

i hoped it was different this time,

perhaps a hint of loyalty and trust for the journey?

not that i'm leaving or escaping or alone

but i sure hope you find sweet irony, on your own

 

so i'm through with hope,

i've had enough of betrayal and this beautiful treachery

it's true that i'm cold and angry and cruel

but i sure hope i'm all this alone, without you.

 

 

 

 

It appears i'm stuck in a specific rut of how i write things, things are starting to sound repetitive and it's really bugging me ;/

bah, i shall persevere and find inspiration or whatever...

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Poem: July 23rd:

 

There's a girl in my school

Her name is Louise

But i don't like her

Coz all she does is tease

 

She pushes and pinches me

And its only septemeber

My gang has left me

I'm now an ex memeber

 

Now its january

I'm wearing my new top

She covers it in blackcurrant

She says "it's just a drop"

 

By now its March

This is making me ill

Ha, Louise will be dead

When i've had my kill

 

And now its May

And by now i don't care

I've lost all interest

And i know its not fair

 

July 23rd

And i haven't cried

I hope Louise see's this

Because of her i've died.

 

 

It's a peace of crap but hey... oh well... :P

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i want to see my true friends form the fakes

i want to get theses thoughts off my back

i want to be different.

 

 

but those are just words

words- not actions

i need to speak out for my right

i need to fight, thats right, fight

 

 

people see me as nothing

but i know i am a something

people's eyesight has just been blinded when it comes to me

they looked at the flashing light for too long, now they cant see

 

i told them i wanted to help

but no they said " who are you?

and what can you do?"

so i just watched them walk away

blindly, mind you.

 

 

its pretty shitty, i poste it on my LJ

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but those are just words

words- not actions

i need to speak out for my right

i need to fight, thats right, fight

 

 

people see me as nothing

but i know i am a something

people's eyesight has just been blinded when it comes to me

they looked at the flashing light for too long, now they cant see

 

i have a right good tune going on in my head when i read those, nice one :)

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I'm really into writing stuff like... stories and poems and stuff.

 

This is part of a story i decided to write:

 

Her phone was beeping again, for about the seventh time today. They never left her alone. By now Adalia had was fed up. They were always picking on her. Yeah, she dressed different, her name was different, and she felt like everything about her was diffrent. But she was proud of that. Proud to be Adalia Harwood. Ignoring the text message, she picked up her guitar and started playing it, signing the lyrics that she knew so well

If You Thought I'd Bleed Then You Were Wrong,

Coz i wont stop holding on...

Her phone starting beeping again, but this time it was ringing. The name "Jake" was flashing on its screen. Pressing the green button, she put the phone to her ear.

"Hey babe, hows it going?"...

 

 

That's all i've got so far...

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