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Post by dontask on Aug 30, 2009 23:35:17 GMT
very cheap rhyme wasnt it. quite like the la's just added that one for you  |
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Post by sirmavers on Aug 31, 2009 0:18:37 GMT
Everybody loves the la's, hard not to surely
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Post by Exo-Happiness on Aug 31, 2009 13:12:06 GMT
exohappiness i am loving your latest two, like a breath of fresh unhappy air. Haha. Thanks.  I've just got back from a weekend of sailing. All those latest poems are awesome. Incl the oasis one! haha. Chemistry assignments now... DULL! But I've got a few ideas running around for poems, So i'm sure i'll be back later. xx |
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Post by sirmavers on Sept 1, 2009 21:11:57 GMT
Written when I obviously wasn't a happy chappy, some times last week:
I want to feel sun light,
The dark cloud must disappear,
Give me some grace whilst the whole world watches,
Abandon all my fears,
I was beaten by the storms,
And set alight by the sun,
Whatever the weather for everyone else,
I spent every ounce of energy on the run,
Diving in desperation from voices,
Blinding myself from new faces,
My worry was that all these people would hurt me,
And I could quite simply never win any of these races,
I’m losing all my senses,
Taken from me by love,
Pleading for love to come to me quick,
Or I’ll send myself to the place above,
Find a high ledge,
My dear I must stumble,
I’m falling to pieces just thinking of this,
Why couldn’t my friends for a change please be humble?
If it was as simple as closing me eyes,
Then I’d leave you all in tears,
Perhaps I’ll find me reason eventually,
If I can’t take my own life without fear.
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Post by sirmavers on Sept 1, 2009 21:17:04 GMT
Sitting with a day wasted,
Spent staring at a screen,
I’ve lost all my sanity,
I don’t know where you’ve been,
I found you under your first name,
Reading someone else’s book,
Rather a coincidence,
I was just in for some luck,
Days spent scratching arms,
Pondering what to pen down,
I searched for inspiration everywhere,
Even within the sound,
You came at the right time,
I was short of things to say,
Then through the night you’d talk to me,
Until light came to the day,
For the first time in a long while,
Someone understand the words I spoke,
No thoughts where to be pondered,
And no thoughts where to be provoked,
Before I found someone who knew me,
From the inside to right out,
I thought my words would stand lonely,
And I’d scream them with a shout,
Seems coincidence can find some good,
In everyone around,
I’ve found someone that reads me with ease,
Without ever making a sound.
x
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Post by sirmavers on Sept 1, 2009 21:19:17 GMT
Anyone you can see in the corner of your eye,
They can catch you somewhere in theirs,
You’re just waiting too long for them to turn,
And hit you with a stare,
Vicious games you’re playing with them,
And you’re playing sick tricks on your mind,
Stop stalking yourself into paranoia,
Thinking she’s watching from right behind,
Over anticipation is going to bring you down,
And this is one of your biggest fears,
It’s remarkable that you keep on going,
But I know that it will still end in tears,
Actions can speak rather loud,
But nothing speaks over my voice,
Put your bloodied fists away,
My advice would be to take another choice,
I’ll hold out a hand of cards,
But one thumb will stick out from the rest,
It’s the only that that makes any sense at all,
Telling you that the guest has left.
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Post by Exo-Happiness on Sept 2, 2009 17:01:28 GMT
Ant... I LOVE the one that starts 'sitting with a day...' It's truly beautiful! You've got talent. Ahh... it's so so good! xx |
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Post by sirmavers on Sept 2, 2009 17:07:59 GMT
The first one is one of my best depressing ones, and the third one is one of my more recent clever ones, I couldn't pick between either to post so just did both. The middle one which you refer to I hold close to my heart, not the best I've done but it actually means something to me, I can open it up and remember who it's about every time, was helped through a dark patch really Thanks anyway, glad I have fans, think I can nearly fill one hand will the amount of fans I have now I do try  x |
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Post by sirmavers on Sept 2, 2009 17:34:49 GMT
Did this last night, tried to follow on from that one above that exo quoted she loved, same person and same idea, not as good I don't reckon but here is goes:
Please sit down,
I don’t feel pain,
Say what you say,
I’m out of the rain,
Dry and warm,
I’m now kept at heart,
I’ll keep you too,
No need for new starts,
Open that door,
Follow me in,
Don’t worry about them,
They’re all sins,
Come like it’s our last night,
We’ll never touch again,
Bring nothing but love,
Leave everything with a friend,
I spoke of the good life,
Well here it’s beautiful,
Room for two,
Seems we’re full,
Vivid memories,
Of vivid times,
Nothing new here,
Nothing but rhymes,
Let nothing take us,
No ghosts walk through love,
Don’t live within the past,
Live without grace from above,
We’ve something no one has,
Money simply can’t find,
Empty purse can take you far,
Because true love will never leave you behind.
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Post by Exo-Happiness on Sept 2, 2009 17:59:46 GMT
That one is good. Not as good as the first, but still really good!
You're so good at rhyming. haha. I can never write what i mean if i try to rhyme...
Which is why i tend not to.
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Post by sirmavers on Sept 2, 2009 18:11:40 GMT
I've got a nak for ace rhymes, doesn't make sense without rhyming when I write. Got some ace lines in my head atm about things, so gona make something out of them later I hope. Patience is no longer a virtue that I need to possess |
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Post by sirmavers on Sept 2, 2009 20:26:32 GMT
I'm very very happy with this one Silent secrets, In the darkest hour, I’ve stood on the edge, Left feeling so sour, Words of wisdom, Helped me from below, But even since then, I’ve still felt so low, No personal grudges, No enemy to name, What brings on this misery? And this craving for fame, Through each and every night, I searched empty doors, No face to meet me, At the end of life’s corridor, Countless times I’ve told you this, But trust me there is more, Weeping for little reason other than pity, With a heart that’s empty and sore, I laughed for a while, But never for so long, The joy simply wasn’t real, The smiles where all wrong, My head entered through death, Soon my voice followed after fail, My feet left earths ground, And now my heart sets sail. xx |
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Post by Johno on Sept 2, 2009 20:34:30 GMT
Second attempt at a sort of poem.
Suffering with Holiday Blues and not the happiest topic quite depressing, but it sprang to mind before and i wrote away.
Gas Panic
As we stood together in the crouded room,
Outside glowed with light from the moon,
That impending sense of doom,
It was sure to return soon.
As we ventured out into the moonlit road,
the doubt my head could take the load,
this girl tried to sooth and calm,
so she offered me her palm,
the warmth of her hand in mine,
like growing vine they intertwine.
The warmth of her hand seemed to transmit,
and she said she understood why I acquit,
She could sense the anxiety that was teasing,
and the fact with her presence it was easing,
soon the world once again became serene,
the girl and the boy became the perfect scene,
The contrast to the minutes before,
when panic and anxiety tore.
That tongueless ghost of sin,
he has been forced to battle within,
ultimately he takes it on the chin,
Every day in life he has to fight to win.
The feeling starts to grow and he can feel the gray,
and he knows that the panic is on the way.
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Post by cb on Sept 2, 2009 22:20:37 GMT
(TO A SICK BEAT AND DAT) DIS ONEZ TO NDUBZ, SICK GUYZ CHILLINGZ AT DA PARK WID ALL MA HOMIEZ ALL WE DO ALL NIGHT IZ GET THE MONIEZ CHILLIN ON DA SWINGZ CHILLIN ON DA SLIDE WHEN I GET IN ANTZ 106 ALL WE DO IZ GLIDE PUT ABIT OF CAL ON DEY ARE DA GD TUNES BLASTIN OUT THE WATERGUNZ TO GET ALL DA GOONZ GOIN TO PICK UP ELLIE THIS NITEZ GONA BE SICK GONA BE BARE CHILLIN BETTER DO MA DRUGZ QUICK GO AND GET KINNY GONA HAVE DA SMOKE ALSO WHEN WE GET IM HE WILL BRING DA KOKE SEAN IZ DA NEW ONE NEEDS TO GET UP DA RANKS HEZ CHILLIN IN CHESTER HEZ NAT A TRUE MANK DONTASK ABOUT DONTASK GOT A NEW NAME MESS WIV IM HE WILL SHOOT YOU DEN PUT YOU ON A PLANE FERGAL IZ DA MASTER DA ONE AND ONLY DON HE IZ DA GODFATHER DONT HAVE ANYTIN TO RHYME well thats my contribution. dont be sad if i didnt include you. just thought id never wrote in poetry part, and im rubbish at real poems, so did a well good chav one. i was joking everyone  |
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Post by sirmavers on Sept 2, 2009 23:04:44 GMT
Fucking hell that was awful, glad you where joking Conor, that's actually just really really annoying and a complete waste of space :/ I shall post something proper now, thought I'd best share it with you all, as it sums up my life and I belive that it's one of my best things I've done:
Why on every edge,
Does a voice seem to hold me back?
The courage to live and courage to die,
And two things that I lack,
Any easy way out,
I will take without thought,
A life worth living no longer exists,
Nor do sheer fantasies of such sorts,
Purpose of pain,
And purpose of tears,
The purpose of death,
Has a purposeless fear,
Living to hurt others,
Living to be hurt,
Death dances at my bedside,
And with death I shall flirt,
God damn you please take me,
I’ve said this for too long,
Bones dry of tears and blood,
Life dry of upbringing songs,
Everything I was promised,
Sat on the horizon for years,
Away it swam with all else I saw,
Still writing about FEAR FEAR FEAR!
Worried for whatever comes my way,
Shaking at thought of what’s ahead,
Take me from everyone else’s lives,
Rest that gun against my head,
I hold my love loosely,
Whilst love holds me tight,
Loaded heavy,
Kill me tonight.
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