Its been a while since I posted anything on this thread, because, I rarely find the mood, for me to write something I feel is at least good. Please any constructive criticism I will accept. Except for this first one, where I just wrote it while admiring some girl in my class :P . Because it is something I am proud of in a way where it makes me chuckle. I know it will not be liked, but I just wrote it in fun, :roll:

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Your eyes are like black crystals, so
nice to look at and full of mystery!
Your lips make me hungry. I'd die for
a taste of that feast. I'm starving!
Your skin, a beautiful tone and so full
of texture. I crave it!
Your hair is sexy as a gothic rainbow.
Long, pure and full of colour.
I wanna climb it! :twisted:



Now for this one, I would love and competely have an open mind over, for any CC (constructive criticism) thanks.

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Its true what they say,
looks can deceive.
She was looking really pretty
and her attitude was sweet
and nasty, the flavour that you crave.
You gave her yourself and so much love,
but in return you got a stab in the back.
And now your racked with pain and you feel
like you could never love again.

But like a rainstorm over your head,
its gonna happen again.

The love you felt was real.
But it turns out she was
turning your wheel.

You gave her yourself and so much love,
but in return you got a stab in the back.
And now you feel like a gun. A cold and
loaded gun. All this rage on the outside
is just a cover on how you really feel.

[question, should this continue?
i really don't know what to say]

Calling for a change
(The wind would do)
choking on monotony
and the evening news

frustration growing day by day,
and "I've had a hard day"

So in effect I'm drowning
in modernisation
and there's nothing left to do

The ice covered moon;
a relic of time
where ideas meant something
and people really lived

so I'm calling for a change. . .
oh,
"I've had a hard day, and I'm too tired to care"

Nice to see a new poem here. There's quite a bit of feeling in that Rob.

Like the poem Rob :D

Bren

I wrote this poem when my grandfather died.


That is me.

When you feel the grass underneath your feet
That is me tickling your shoeless toes
and when you feel the breeze catch your face
that is me blowing away your woes.

When the moonlight beams slant on your bed
that is me tucking you in tight
and when the sweet dreams replace nightmares
that is me protecting you at night

When the frost comes in winter
and the snow falls thick and true
and when the sun comes again
I am telling you that i love you

That's utterly gorgeous. . .
Best thing we've had on here for a while.

I know i wrote this poem in another topic, but...
 

Seeing as my nickname is now officially Eddie, i must say that behind my bubbly exterior, I love the nickname Eddie, so don't stop calling me it, is some sadness. I feel that as my grandfathers name was ted, (edward) i must write down this poem. I wrote it just after he died. I wrote it in another topic somewhere too. This is the full version.


THAT IS ME

When you feel the grass beneath your feet
that is me tickling your shoeless toes
and when the breeze catches your face
that is me chasing away your woes.

When the moonlight beams onto your bed
that is me tucking you in tight
and when the sweet dreams replace nightmares
that is me protecting you at night

When the strong summer sun beats down
that is me kissing your freckled cheek
and when the autumn leaves fall
that is me stroking your soft blonde hair

When the frost moves in
and the snowflakes form thick and true
and when the sun comes out
that is me saying i love you.

(remeber, don't stop calling me eddie! I love that nickname!) :D

thanks for sharing this with us,

going to move it to the poets thread though, just to keep things tidy round here :D

Can you delete that, it's been posted in here before. . .
Sorry to be rude, but I like to curate this place :)

Somewhere over the hills
There's a waterfall where we could go
And wash the city soot from our eyes
Oh. . .
Somehwere over the hills
There's a place where we will go
And rest our weary minds
Ah. . .

Snap, I'm awake,
don't tell me
don't tell me
don't tell me
Because I really don't want to know

I want a ride on an air-balloon
I want to move to London
Where the smog can clog my lungs
So that I may die,
One with the city

I want to slit a playboy sign
And slash my wrists
and let the neon blood
mix with mine
and let the city course right through my veins

I'll plug the jazz band up to my arm
Like a fix o' heroin that does no harm

Well, maybe it's worse.

Snap, I'm stuck here
don't tell me
don't tell me
don't tell me
Because I really don't want to go

I don't care where I go,
as long as it's not home,
because I'm just not welcome there anymore. . .

I want to be adored by millions
Because one will never do.

this is one of my favourite raps cos its one to laugh about

Do you feel proud. Cos your so loud and your actions make people think thoughts that should never pass through the heads of little boys in shorts. People are fighting to say what thier thinking without getting shouted down. Your a narrow minded fool. Yeah the whole worlds out to get you cos your not cool. Think about this, before you open your mouth and start to diss. Cos a bad reputation is harder to get rid of then a good one. So what you gonna do now you done that. Everybodies gonna walk over im liek a mat. So go on try and reverse what you said. Cos what you say isn't gonna go to thier head. His lifes got so bad he doesnt even wanna get out of bed. And its because of your mouth and what it said. So now do you feel bad or are you one of those who say it had to happen.
Some of you don't care who you catch in your snare. So you best start to worry cos what goes around. SO really your just bound by your actions. So stop trying to make out your a saint, cos every time you open your mouth a person feels faint. See your so caught up in it all you can't think while you blink. So before you do anything sit and think things thru. When you need help your crew is nowhere in sight so really you and your crew aren't tight. But people aren't like you they dont do things out of spite.

I wrote that when I was really angry

Life
This is not how I wanna spend my time, seeing people mime. Sit and write your own rhyme. Don't take mine cos its an extension of my personality retain your individuality cos thats all your given now you know how I'm driven you can make your descion.
C) Take whats yours don't take from the jaws of others. cos we're all sisters and brothers. So look out for each other, Likeyou would for your crew, and boo
Is this the real you, that your showing people. don't change for them cos they wouldn't do the same, they say your lame but you know the truth. So dont lie tell the truth. Stand up for your views so make up your mind just choose your path and follow it. Don't worry if they laugh. Cos its them who are wasting time
C)
People act like being different is a crime. When get on your case just say this is mine. SO don't stress whaen people test because you are the best. You know better then th erest. SO get this rubbish off your chest. Say what you wanna say. Say say this is me ok.
C)
So speak up, you know just drink from the community cup. All of you help people, because we are all equal. I know how it is people want to see you pop but you want to reach the top. This life is about a little give and take. People are really easy to break. So don't make that mistake.
C)

like this bit Rob :)

Poem
 

I thought I'd post a poem instead of lyrics today

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Happy times,
To me sound like recited lines,
For me, you don't have to Mime,
So you know the time,
It's diffenatly mine,
Of course I'm fine,
I'll be happy tomorrow,
I promise no sorrow.

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Seeing her lying there,
Not a care, in the world
Her hair, neatly in place.
Her eyes are closed thinking of space
She's dressed in lace.
A quick glance tells you she's asleep
Your meomories come rolling back in a leap,
Tears rolling down your cheek,
Your tears speak.
You don't want to see her go,
You feel so low,
The hardest thing to say is bye,
But your gonna have to try,
It's ok to cry,
Meomories are not enough,
Losing her is tough.

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I want to go home,
Back to my zone,
My own space,
A special little place,
For me and Lucky,
No one but me has the key,
It's not a mess,
Not that I'd careless,
Invade it and you'll pay,
As I lay, and think.
Look at the colours and you'll see the link,
My music systems pumping,
But I'm thinking about jumping.
Happy thoughts don't pass through my head,
I don't understand why I'm feeling like lead,
Wishing the grond would swallow me,
These thoughts aren't healthy.

Hope you like them.

Scenery isn't what it used to be
In the drab city walls
the young lady calls
"There isn't much time left
The buliding might crumble
or the sky might fall."

So meet me where the sun don't shine,
Behind the railway station,
And I'll give you what you so desperately need.

What you need is self-validation,
so meet me in the alley by the railway station.

In these streets of clay and concrete
We've nothing but eachother,
You wouldn't get a job
Because you never wanted one
You never had money or a well-to-do father
Or an estate car or something. . .

But now you've more, You've me,
And possibility
And a more stalwart lover there isn't.

So what are you waiting for,
The world could end right now,
So meet me on the matress
By the filthy metal station..

Wonderful! Heres we go: the five projects


NOSFERATU
ERIK THE PHANTOM
DR JEKYLL AND MR HYDE
DON CLAUDE DEVIOUS
NEANDERTHAL TONIGHT


I'll try and post lyrics soon. My favorites from each are: (Nosferatu) Rats in the Upper Storey. (Erik the Phantom) The Velvet Race of Night. (Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde) Hell on Earth (Don Claude Devious) All Colours Agree in the Dark, The Relics of Tragedy, Wait Until Delay (Neanderthal Tonight) can't say just yet

Losing it all
My walls are bare,
But so's my head,
I'm looking for her lair,
My whole body wants to go to bed,
I must over come my fear,
No matter what its not the end,
Why does everyone cheer,
When things creep up behind me like this bend
in the road.
One thing I can promise,
My pride will never corrode.

Laugh
I see the sunshine pound the road,
My skin starts to turn,
Today thers no heavy load,
I must remeber not to burn,
Thats furthest from my mind,
My laugh echos through,
I'm lying on my side.

Here are a few I wrote ages ago, my teacher loved them but I don't know

Pavilion
Cold,
It is cold,
As cold as a snowflake,
Changing is a job which no one wants to do,
It is snow,
It snows in the pavilion,
The snow is colder than snow,
Snow is cold and cold is snow.

Birthdays
Birthdays are fun,
Birthdays are exciting,
Birthdays are go on Nick you can do it,
Presents lots of them,
Wrapped in Toy Story 2.

Birthdays are boring,
Birthdays are stupid,
Birthdays are come on Nick blow out the candles,
Presents? What presents?
I haven't had one in ten years,
Birthdays make you older.

I think the last one Fallen_Angel1000 should enjoy.
Hope you like them.

The world won't listen
to the songs that we're singing!
The people pay no notice
To the message that I'm bringing!

Renounce your faith
and join my church,
there'll be no phoney promises
of post-humous reward.

I'll tell it like it is,
I'll tell it like it is,
We're all going down together.

I'm preaching to the choir
donch'a know?

The Final Battle
Each morning, I lift my face to the rising sun
And thank my god that I have survived to this moment.
The sands of existence trickling from my glass
Unstoppable, uncatchable and yet writ plain
In the deepening lines on my face and
The lasting bitterness of unachieved glory.
But, as I recall those who have passed from my sight,
I pause. The earth is their bed, yet still I breathe.

I look into the stream to see the aging face stare back.
The sight saps my will to fight, fear tears at my reason,
In tatters lies my resolve to survive - but I will not run.
The certainty of my fate looms like a spectre at my side.
Not for me the comfort of great age or blessed idleness.
And more, I have missed the fat years in a whirl of steel and dust.
Death's agents, with banners flown in the morning light,
Foretell my doom, my promised end, this day.

The trumpets sound, as so many times before,
For I, with my comrades, am called once more to war.
My heart turns to ice and my blood burns hot.
My life will end, but my god, my lord and I, care not.

Keb, Rob and Steve, i enjoyed reading your poems.... :D

Bren

Try a lighter one......

The Shadow of My Soul


I revel in the light but find time to pause
To savour the darkness behind closed doors
Wherein lies the shadow of my soul.

The child-like innocence that wishes no ill
Against my fury at those confounding my will
Wherein lies the shadow of my soul.

Resurgent hope rising from barren tears
In the deepest part of my forest of fears
Wherein lies the shadow of my soul.

Dare, at your peril, to force the locked door.
To face the uncharted and sate my need. For
Therein lies the shadow of my soul.

Am I to be happy?
I dwell so deep within myself
that I have never seen the light of day.

The past never happened,
the future will never come,
and the present isn't real.

Depression is a part of everyday life.
The birds chirp for someone else,
The day warms the lives of everyone,
but me.

Happiness lies near,
but my mind won't let my heart reach for it,
and happiness never knew.

I live in a prison,
solitary confinement.
Fear is my guard.

Nothing stops happiness from reaching me,
only me from it.
I am sure that if I can ever grasp it
that the barrier will be forever shattered.

How do you break through invisible bars?
What is it like to touch something you've never had?

I am confined to myself,
Just me and my sadness.

The Day I Told The Truth

If I lied and said:
"I'm as merry as the day
is long",
would you hold it against me?

It's a tried and tested method,
I lie
You cry
and we can all sleep
easy.

But it just doesn't suit anymore,
I want to tell you everything,
I want to break your heart
with sordid details of wedding rings.
"Mother, on midsummer's eve,
I slept with the stableboy".
Such a strapping lad
I never had had.

Please god,
I want to be thrown out on
the street,
for wearing flowers in my hair
I want a napsack strapped
to my back and to be told
that what I do isn't good for
me.

It's all so old nowadays,
this old house, doused
in saccharine melancholy
should be set alight by the
fires of unholy passion.

Please God, let me out.
For I detest every inch of
this house and everything
in it.
(But I don't want to go out tonight. . .)

If all these had melodies I'd sing them at my act

90% of the stuff I post here are lyrics.