*WEEK 1*...

[sirmavers]

This is the first of many weeks (I dear hope) that I can start a topic queing many replies

The basic ideas from this week on, is that I think of something for people to write about, and you all contibute.

Though I do write alot of personal stuff, I have found something which I hope everyone can write about, this is still my favourite thing that I've written, the topic is:

HAUNTING SOMEONE FOR SOMETHING THEY'VE DONE

Get writing....

You think you can stub me out,
Like an old cigarette,
Kick me out of your life,
Nothing more than a silhouette,
You think the thoughts won’t haunt you,
But you can’t leave the truth alone,
You hear the sirens ringing,
But all you’re hearing is the phone,
You can’t just let it ring,
You don’t have an answer phone,
You’re worried about who’s at the other end,
Well it’s me and I want to come home,
You can tear up the pictures from the album,
But the images will still remain,
You’ll see me in your sleep,
And ponder whether you are still sane,
2 O’clock in the early morning,
You hear the phone ring,
Will you answer to an angel?
Or will you hear death sing?
The truth seems to delve too deep,
Into what was our past,
Now the past is yours,
I hope this haunting lasts,
Let the memories linger,
And you shall not sleep for weeks,
Try to wipe them out,
And the ghosts will only speak,
Whispers from your conscience,
And whispers from your friends,
When will I leave your room?
When will this nightmare end?
I told you that to disappear,
Wasn’t the wisest choice,
I said I’d remain in every thought you provoked,
And every word spoken by your voice,
I’ll be there forever,
I hope you dwell on your regrets,
All that you knew is now in stone,
And in stone it will now set.

[dontask]

give us an hour or whatever n ill contribute

[dontask]

A little selfishness is nothing new,
especially when it comes from you,
there was a time, you were my friend,
you brought that to a painful end,
we had troubles now you see,
as you dug through our history,
tripped me up and beat me to it,
i couldve been quicker i will admit,
but you were never meant be,
because she always wanted me,
a heavy blow to an obese ego,
i still felt criminal and you the hero,
then i remembered i saw it first,
and my feelings are swifly reversed,
we gave you nightmares from your dreams,
just because you never heard her screams,
it haunts you that you couldnt please her,
and it rattles through your subconcscious,
inspiring snide comments and viscious rumours,
but im kinda glad because id much sooner,
be on the recieving end of them,
than be a conspirator of such flem,
but what gets you mad,
its fucking sad, you excuse for a lad,
your ego will never be shrouded in stealth,
for you will never love anyone more than yourself.