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Now this is not my own work, but I like it!
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Girlfriend left me:
VENT! The end was nigh Seven weeks ago only the best only the best the end is night wont you wont you sing to me just one more time only the dawn only the dawn truly speaks to me now only the heavens care for me now so please don't let me down this time this time don't let me down this time Burn on the stake Morning I wake Battered and bruised and your hands oh they look lovely today speak of the world in some old fashoined way burn down the house left in the dark loved in the park burn downn the lark that sings in the trees shoot me again just one more time but please do it right this time please do it right this time cries in the night liquer fueled fight prizing the goal over over everything else damagéd sparks broken winged larks that sang in the . . . so please please please please please let me let me get what I want this time this time this time let me get what I want this time. . . . |
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#128 |
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Aww great one Eyeore!!! And so sad.
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Great poem Eyeore!!! Very sad, but beautifull!!!
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Like the poem Eyeore,full of feeling...but sad
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Amongst the stillness
broken memories fall like pieces of a puzzle refusing to fit the place allotted them. All wounds heal with time until this morning when someone asked me why? Like old books shelved the memories have stood an interval of time collecting dust. Until a chance enquirey from a friend like a sudden breeze through an open window blew away the dusty pretence that "everything was fine" All wounds heal with time until tomorrow when the sunlight might remind me of who i really am Until the empty trees, dry grass, the wind's rustle, a voice, a name , a smile ,a face, a street, a song, a familiar place sunlight or the changing seasons echoes, on some future morning, will remind me. And the memories will fall like pieces of a puzzle....that ought to fit yet make no sense at all. Bren |
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#132 |
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Awwww great one, Bren... Have you guys ever thought about publishing your works, or have your own book of poetry?
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I write lyrics for a band (and have performed vocals for a lot of them) locally and get paid quite a bit to do it. My work is only taken as a lyric so I'd never get it published.
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#134 |
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Wow, that's interesting, Eyeore!
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Nice stuff there WH. Like the concept.
I'm interested is starting a band of my own pretty soon. Though seeing as I only write I'd need some musicians interested in straight-laced rock music. If anyone knows of anyone in the Newport area who fits the bill let me know! ![]() But until then another lyric sheet will have to suffice: All I Have To Give The rain speckled stones As heavy as bones In the garden outside your house Take my hand you pretty thing Oh please, take me Just this once If only for the first time Please not the last time I have nothing but myself to give you And you have nothing but yours Oh, but that's enough for me dear For I'm so fond of you You see Take my hand, you sweetest of things, Please, take me, Just this once, Just this once, If only for the first time, Please, please, don't let it be the last time. . . . . . . . . . . ~~~~~~~~ And curious, I showed a couple of my lyrics to a friend and he said it reminded him of the stuff Morrissey did. Any comments? |
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![]() ![]() ![]() Oh, and LOVELY POEM AGAIN, Eyeore!!! ![]() |
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Cheers again. The Morrissey thing knocked me for six. In a good way. He's like my God. Lyrically at least.
And I'm being a bit selfish here. Everyone who's posted on this board has a really different approach to lyricism/poetry; it's good to see this range. You all rock. Boy affraid Gritty, musky alleys Doors of steel Wails and squeals Blood spattered on the crumbling wall. . . ( I fall) Hollow as the evening is, The sun still burns Puddles of mud and ash Smoke And the sordid stench Of failure And rotting flesh, Fill the air And corrupt The ashen faces And cigarette traces Lie broken, banished on the floor (I die). |
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poems are about thoughts and feelings...the majority of mine are about things that have had a deep effect on me in some way. Whilst i am happy to ocaisionally post one here for friends to read, i certainly would not want any published. Bren |
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#139 |
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Great poems Eyeore
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Now that's integrity for you.
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Its raining in my dreams
Its raining in my dreams Silent tears Echo down the empty panes Of this hollow house That is my mind... The rain falls Making wet the delicate shades Of hope The colours bleed and run Puddling to my feet... Its raining in my dreams Faith runs down In scattered droplets Swirling down the invisible drain That is my fears My life... The rain falls So dismally I stand As despiration drenches my The chill bite of doubt soaks deep i look around but theres nothing left to see So sleep I will For its raining in my dreams Washed away by sorrow There is no hope There is no tomorrow ...There is only rain... |
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Beautifull Poem Mesphury Lady.... Please, post some more.
Are you having some difficult times??? If you want to talk, feel free to email me. The Butcher. |
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"Echo down the empty panes
Of this hollow house" Love the possible double meaning of the word panes. Very good stuff there. Post some more when you get round to it. We'd be grateful. ^_^ |
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Bump.
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Thank you
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Meshurp lady.... I really, really love it. What a beautifull poem is that. Again...
Specially the last part of the poem is wonderfull!!! So right, so true... so into the hart. I'm very, very impressed. The Butcher. |
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Goddamn. That's impressive. Love the first verse.
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Why is it as the sky turns grey
That I'm stunned in my step Your hand's in his hand Why is it as the sky turns grey That I'm stunned and stepped, (to see) Your lips on his "It's only a flame dear" That's all I had to hear "I love you and I always have Oh how very sorry I am". . . Then why is it as the sky turns black That your hand's in his not mine Why is it that I'm stunned in my step As the sky turns black That your lips are on his, not mine. . . |
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Beautiful, Eyeore
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Indeed, again a beautifull Poem. Thanks Eyeore!!! Love it also!!!
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