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BURN.
Theres blood on my soul
i'm out of control
Why are these feelings....
Assailing me
There's no hope for us
our dreams are dust
Why are these feelings....
Assailing me
And through the trees,
theres a forest
that i can see
yes that i can see,
And through the forest
theres a fire
that i can see
yes that i can see
and the fire is burning me
and the fire is burning me
and the fire is burning me
and the fire is burning me
Theres a hope for us
in my heart
And its saving me
yes its saving me...
Theres a chance for us
in the plan
and it shephards us
yes it shephards us
Into the fire
Into the fire
Into the fire.....
and the fire is burning me
and the fire is burning me
and the fire is burning me
and the fire is burning me
and my life....is.... but.... dust, dust ,dust.
UNBOUND
Bled, dry, not breathing,
Hear the cry, seething,
Blind to the unlight,
Not seeing.
Not dry, not bleeding,
Not here, not dreaming,
In the darkness,
Just being.
Creeping, cold, not feeling,
Growing old, screaming,
Deaf to the unsound,
Not hearing.
Not dry, not bleeding,
Not here, not dreaming,
In the darkness,
Just being.
Sated, full, not eating,
Reach the sky, teasing,
Numb to the untouch,
Not feeling.
Not dry, not bleeding,
Not here, not dreaming,
In the darkness,
Just being.
Just being,
Not hearing,
Not seeing,
Not feeling,
Just being,
Unlight-
Unsound-
Untouch-
Unbound.
Free.
come on now don't be scaredy cats. :D watcha got.
Lexion
02-01-2008, 09:35 PM
Has my best poetry.
Mayhaps she'll share.
M'Lady ??
JiveTurkey
02-01-2008, 10:31 PM
"I love you, you love me.
Going down the sugar tree.
We'll go down the sugar tree,
and see lots of bees:
playing, playing.
But the bees won't sting,
because you love me."
Compliments of "Reed Rothchild"
Firestar
02-08-2008, 06:20 PM
Has my best poetry.
Mayhaps she'll share.
M'Lady ??
It is my opinion that your words should be shared with the world Lex.Poetry, and all else. Shall I post it? Or do you want the honour?
It is the feelings behind the words that I treasure.Always.
Firestar
02-08-2008, 06:22 PM
Mojo- Whoever told you you were a bad writer? they are full of shit.
Keep writing.I love the dark words...and the fire.
Mojo- Whoever told you you were a bad writer? they are full of shit.
Keep writing.I love the dark words...and the fire.
lol thanks firestar, but lyrically i suck. i have the proof and i will post it.
mojo
Firestar
02-08-2008, 06:51 PM
I just noticed that we do have a forum for writers here.Maybe Jasn will move this thread.
I only seem to write when Iam in a very bad state. Recently had a bad episode.Brought me to my knees.Just like always I reach for pen and paper to try to purge the thoughts in my head.Trust me, the words on this page of my journal are tear stained and smeared.
~~~LIFELINE~~~
Connected to my heart, ripped away
Taking half of me with it
Never complete again
While the piece is missing
I cry myself to sleep
Till the tears run dry
Then I awake and cry again
Missing you always
You never know what you got till it's gone
The need for you is greater than I could have imagined
Ever in my dreams
In my sorrow Iam drowning
Slipping away
I care not for anyone else,
I think not of anything else
I Love You
Forever and Always
Not my best work ,at all...but I was in a very bad frame of mind.
Unreal, Iam totally crying again. FFS.
Edit to add... I didn't say this before, but I wrote this for Lex.
you are site admin firestar, im guessing you could move it?
btw, this is for BAD poetry/lyrics not your good stuff. :D
Firestar
02-08-2008, 08:05 PM
you are site admin firestar, im guessing you could move it?
btw, this is for BAD poetry/lyrics not your good stuff. :D
I don't qualify that as good.Just full of RAW emotion.
you are site admin firestar, im guessing you could move it?
btw, this is for BAD poetry/lyrics not your good stuff. :D
I don't qualify that as good.Just full of RAW emotion.
RAW emotion = Good.
Firestar
02-09-2008, 06:22 AM
Mojo you are sweet as sugar pie.
Mojo you are sweet as sugar pie.
I bet you say that to all the guy's. :D
Firestar
02-11-2008, 04:24 PM
Mojo you are sweet as sugar pie.
I bet you say that to all the guy's. :D
Only about a half dozen.But I always mean it when I say it. :wink:
Lexion
02-23-2008, 05:11 PM
I wake, sober
Odd, but not unusual
I can feel her
From a thousand miles away
The bond is there, from the first
day
She knows I'll never be cruel.
Regards,
Lex
PS : Please post my stuff.
PS : Please post my stuff.
Which stuff lex?
Lexion
02-26-2008, 05:24 PM
Firestar knows what I'm
talking about.
Just posted one of my
short stories here, also.
Will probably post more.
Regards,
Lex
Firestar
02-26-2008, 07:20 PM
Firestar knows what I'm
talking about.
Just posted one of my
short stories here, also.
Will probably post more.
Regards,
Lex
Posted them in the member writings Forum. I had to give them their own thread.
Thanks for the trip down memory lane looking for SLOW DANCE.
Took me an hour.
Firestar
02-26-2008, 07:24 PM
I wake, sober
Odd, but not unusual
I can feel her
From a thousand miles away
The bond is there, from the first
day
She knows I'll never be cruel.
Regards,
Lex
PS : Please post my stuff.
:serenade:
:oops:
THE STAND.
Congregating dreamers
Prophets of the year
Regulated schemers
Filling you with fear.
Should you meet a fellow with less than yourself
Take what he offers and put it on the shelf.
Prophets of the year
With nothing left to lose
Congregating dreamers
And the schemers who will choose.
Should you pass a leper begging in the street
Pay him with some morsels from your hands and feet.
Regulated schemers
Opening the purse
Congregated dreamers
Prophets drive the hearse
Should you see a smoking gun in the leaders hand
Pass him by and you will die, its time to make a stand.
Firestar
02-27-2008, 07:58 AM
OOOO Mojo.. me likes!
Lexion
02-28-2008, 10:20 PM
This is loosely based on advice
I give others who ask.
_____________________________
Morning. I'm pissed, as usual.
I'm still breathing. Jesus.
I'm at the sink, but I open the
cabinet. Turns the mirror away
from me. I get my deodorant.
Brush my teeth. Brush my hair.
Shit.
I close the cabinet.
I glance up. Brown hair, streaked
with silver. At least it's not grey.
I close the cabinet and look into
the mirror. My eyes.
The decades flash by, as they
always do.
My triumphs and sins. The good and
bad.
They are all there.
In the mirror.
Who/which shall I choose, today ?
Regards,
Lex
Firestar
03-03-2008, 02:43 PM
Lex..I do still look in the mirror everyday..making damn sure the person I see is who I want to be.
The depression has subsided some.
I gain more happiness everyday.
Waking up everyday is a gift...if you want it to be.
Here's a little xmas themed poem.
The Office Party.
The office party had begun and started out quite proper,
a few anecdotes from the boss about his time as a copper,
gifts were shared amid lots of chatter and friendly banter,
and everyone cheered the fat guy from sales dressed as Santa.
The night wore on and the beer and wine flowed freely,
the guy from stores was in the carpark doing wheelies,
while the girls from reception were getting more revealing,
and all us guys laughed and sang about gettin' some "sexual healing".
Soon the ties were loosened and the buttons were lowered,
the arrogant jerk from procurement was in a corner all cowered,
while the boys from despatch showered him with wine and cake,
it was then that i decided i would make an early escape.
But the booze had other plans and unfortunately i was included,
i went from beer to bourbon i was so bloody deluded.
That wanker from the 10th floor was givin' me the eye,
bloody snobby nosed spooner just give it a try.
We both started swingin' but neither of us got hit,
just as well really cause i think im gonna be sick.
5 minutes later we became best of friends, arms interlinked,
around the dance floor we swung while we continued to drink.
Blurry images of hours pass by in my fragmented mind,
pictures of myself, jocks on my head leading a conga line,
a darkened stairwell and a multitude of fumbling hands,
of carousing in the streets and urinating on a taxi stand.
From beneath the sheets a sliver of light spills in for me to see,
my head is screaming it will explode and to leave it be.
But something weird is beside me pushing under the bed clothes,
Ohh my god i scream silently, "please not the girl from records".
It is at that moment, etched forever in my brain,
i've sworn i'll not touch a drop ever again,
for from beneath the sheets raising his head and giving a wink,
is the fat guy from sales who was dressed as St Nick.
mojo
(This is NOT based on a factual event)
Lexion
03-04-2008, 09:54 PM
Uh huh....oooookk.....
Right.
Was it good for you ?
JiveTurkey
03-04-2008, 10:26 PM
Uh huh....oooookk.....
Right.
Was it good for you ?
:roll:
JiveTurkey
03-04-2008, 10:26 PM
Lex..I do still look in the mirror everyday..making damn sure the person I see is who I want to be.
The depression has subsided some.
I gain more happiness everyday.
Waking up everyday is a gift...if you want it to be.
:roll:
Uh huh....oooookk.....
Right.
Was it good for you ?
LOL, would you believe me if i said that was the effect i was hoping for. :lol:
Foxtrot Oscar
04-13-2008, 07:25 AM
Dali Lama Dali Lama
Always confused with a Llama
Old and crusty
Like a red banana
Free Tibet Free Tibet
make sure no one forgets
Kill those monks
With no regrets
Buddha Buddha
on the ball
Earthquake Beijing
That's 1 all
Mohammed Mohammed
Floats like a bee
Plants road side devices
Like iraqis
Soldier Soldier
Just lock and load
follow the orders
don't follow your nose
Fox
claws, raking the flesh,
while eye's stare, unblessed.
talons, gripping skin,
while breath descends.
moist earth and pine assails that sense,
moonlight dapples through the tree's intent.
below and above and in between,
ichor night muffles the scream.
the owl rises from the forest floor,
the mouse held tight between it's jaw.
plastic plaintive cry, fallow skin, pink.
ecstatic moan, barbie to ken.
the cadillac, batteries included.
a little pink house, including the sink.
pecs and abs and glutes and lips.
and hands and passionless hairless groins.
no sweat, no heat, no breath, no stink.
THE UNIVERSE:
Love it
hate it
hear it scream :woohoo:
I just of must of always been
jack and jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water
jill fell down
and jack jumped her while he had the chance and nailed her ass to the ground.
9 months later jack was working 9-5 to pay for the water.
Paroxysm
01-09-2010, 03:34 AM
http://www.aintitcool.com/image/toyfair2005/vogontoy.jpg
"Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee
That mordiously hath bitled out
Its earted jurtles
Into a rancid festering [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts
And living glupules frart and slipulate
Like jowling meated liverslime
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon
See if I don't."
http://www.moviecitynews.com/arrays/images/2005/hitchhikers/vogon.gif
Royal
01-09-2010, 04:40 AM
There's no other place I want to be
Then around my sweet and sour amkon family.
I was cussed out the other day
because my thoughts were let out
only amkon can derail what your thread is about
because it's about expression, and freedom is here
so come right in, all you ATS queers...
Old soul strode the dusty road beside the creatures of myth,
moving with easy grace, a shadows shadow, brooding and lithe.
The people of lore, the one great tribe, his kin,
Fleeing the deluge of Tiamat, skirting the rim,
Marking the way for ancestral brethren to find it again.
Through frozen and forsaken wastes, deserts and sea's,
O'er mountain range, down valley, through strands of flaccid tree's.
Old soul walked with the demons seen in Shamans fires,
Gods glimpsed through smoke filled visions on funereal pyres,
They named him as one, Atlas, Gilgamesh, Noah, Quetzacoatl and Lugh's.
Old soul, the Father of time and immemorial dreams,
crossing eons to the future on time riven streams,
Waiting beneath the Tree of Knowledge for the remnants,
The lost, and bereaved, hopeful and deceived,
Forged by the Gods of Old, and 'ere the cataclsym grieves.
MissSilver
01-30-2012, 04:52 AM
Under that somewhat rugged exterior of yours, there lies deep down a gentle poet and a gentle man.
Pop a foster for me :D
Under that somewhat rugged exterior of yours, there lies deep down a gentle poet and a gentle man.
Pop a foster for me :D
jeeziz, keep that to yourself!!
:D