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Post by sirmavers on Sept 24, 2009 23:41:58 GMT
I really don't get you Luke. What you said about scruff  Goodbye to my short lived friend, Please do take care, Your slums are just like gold to mine, Times of smiles do seem to be rare, I cannot spare a coin for you, Or the drug fueled life you lead, Take these words and think of them, As they are something you may need, I’ll take from you your paper words, As you beg for a love to hold, The kisses that you cherish from me, Are part of a story that should be told, Your feet are stuck to this stone ground, You’re not leaving us any time soon, It’ll take more than your cursing words, To take you past this dark nights moon, I want to weep right through this night, Nothing will take me to dawn but words, Thinking of the misery you lead, Makes my tears seem a little absurd, But please don’t shake, Please don’t shout, At the end of the night, We cannot win the bout, Sure we were picked, To be walked upon, In the shadows of most, In the sun of none, No expectations for me or you, So why don’t we take a walk, I’ll hang upon this empty ledge, As you sit by and talk, Don’t convince me that I should stay As I’m dry of blood and tears, I must leave you haste please watch me dive, This will cast aside my fears, Falling quick I hit the ground, You believe I lead a sweet life, Take yourself to a better place, And I’ll take myself with this knife. |
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Post by dontask on Sept 25, 2009 0:10:07 GMT
it was a kanye west joke  nothing serious |
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Post by sirmavers on Sept 25, 2009 16:26:19 GMT
Ah, get ya. How pointless PS. that one above is about sharing misery with a homeless man who tries to teach me that my life isn't that bad. |
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Post by dontask on Sept 25, 2009 16:33:55 GMT
your stuffs very good it wasnt a serious pop.
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Post by sirmavers on Sept 25, 2009 21:41:51 GMT
I know it wasn't a pop. Just confused me very easily. Thankyou btw, I deep down know how awesome some of it is, just like to stay modest about it  |
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Post by benraul on Sept 27, 2009 19:43:30 GMT
Ant Iv got to say, some of your stuff is really good. You have really improved from when you first started.
My words will be whispered in only your ears,
But in everyone the echoes will be found,
I love that bit above.
You write so much which is very impressive. When i get time to do it, I start and then never finish. I have loads of unfinished pieces which really irritate me. They are songs really. But I only ever get the first verse done and then the chorus and cant do the second part.
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Post by dontask on Sept 28, 2009 15:48:18 GMT
suggestion ben, take the first verse as the second and then try working backwards? if your like me you probably say all you have to say in the verse and chorus and thats why you get stuck.
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Post by dontask on Sept 28, 2009 15:58:18 GMT
just think what we could achieve,
if only you would listen,
but i see your true feelings,
in your eyes; they glisten,
it feels like everyone has left me,
like a bad memory to be forgotten,
you remind me but I just cant see,
the people who are supposed to care,
I dont think they're really there,
and these thoughts and feelings seem so unfair,
and my opinion; you do not share.
On your cheek is a tear,
and you should savour it,
it only happens once a year,
when everything is lost. gone.
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Post by sirmavers on Sept 28, 2009 17:23:57 GMT
Thanks ben. None of it is for me, all for other people to fall in love with
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Post by Darren on Sept 28, 2009 18:49:37 GMT
This is about an old friend I rarely see any more. The short and simple rhyming theme seems to be the way I think, never really been one for 'big' words  Thinking about the past and the good times we shared never a dull moment the times we both cared Catch up on old stories living like it was yesterday think about the days gone more wages dwindled away I don't regret any minute can't think of anything bad we were always laughing and you never made me mad We both have other ties It will never be like that again I could have seen you more Newark-Manchester on the train One thing is for sure We can't lose what we did have Maybe we should get together It's not like you need a sat nav |
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Post by benraul on Sept 28, 2009 19:05:45 GMT
suggestion ben, take the first verse as the second and then try working backwards? if your like me you probably say all you have to say in the verse and chorus and thats why you get stuck. Not a bad suggestion there mate. And I think you have hit the nail on the head with that last bit. Iv finished by the end of the first chorus. Silly. I think I might start posting again soon. Good times. Good work everyone for getting stuff out there. |
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Post by dontask on Oct 1, 2009 19:49:10 GMT
you should.
I'm a shadow,
One that no light will shine on,
as long as you follow me,
you'll never see the day.
You are the lightning,
located in the rain,
you can still shine,
through the darkness.
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Post by Exo-Happiness on Oct 1, 2009 20:37:12 GMT
I think back to the times
of crossed fingers
and linked arms.
Of dolly mixture
and pasta shapes.
I remember those days
of pointless,
jealous,
arguments.
And the hugs and laughter which followed them.
I remember looking at you.
Seeing your sister's eyes
and your brother's physique.
But only you beyond.
The phone calls and secret messages
of endless friendship and memories.
Of determination and encouragement.
Such similar goals.
Such similar people.
Such strong love.
I open the door to a stranger.
'Who are you?
If you see my best friend,
Tell him
I miss him.'
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Post by dontask on Oct 1, 2009 20:49:06 GMT
*crawls back into hole*
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Post by sirmavers on Oct 1, 2009 22:06:24 GMT
Hope you are pleased to hear that I have started a fresh, don't rhyme anymore, don't let rhyming worry me, and it's working  I write my final poem on the subject of myself and people I know and love, the usual 'ant crap', it was fucking ace but will never be posted. I've started something new, experimenting, written 4 in last 2 days, all about things in my head, just use my imagination, I've written one about my sister who is having problems, one about Hitler (no I'm not mad ), one about being depressed and lonely and seeing things in front of you and in your window, and one I did tonight about taking the same walk every night trying to take your own life but turning back. The last of which I will post right now Red lights running, The length of a dead street, No one to stop, All feet but mine rest assured, Only empty buses, Great me with their company, The driver’s lights blind me, But already I can’t see, One eyed beggar, Looking for a fix, He’s knows I’m not a rich man, Still he offers himself for my change, Fine timing, As I step deeper into a puddle, Knee deep I’m drenched, No sun on the horizon to keep my dry, The trains are running, But they never stop for me, Please don’t tell me, Only this bridge can take me away, Downtown bound, Only small places keep me warm, Next and final stop are the doledrums, I thought I was already there, This bridge does nothing, I’ve been here to many times before, I’ll teeter on edge, But the same words just hold me back, I’ll wake again, To another monotony, Someone holds out a hand, But only wraps them up in chains, Red lights greet me, As they’ve done so for many nights, I’m heading to that same place, Only to be asked to leave, Head straight home, Maybe a reason will greet me as I sleep, Head hits the pillow, I’ll dream of normality. |
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