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Exellent Poet?
Just someone who likes to write their thoughts?
Well here is the thread for anyone and everyone to write their words. May it be about love, life or death - a song, poem or just a few words.
Here is the thread for your thoughts.
I look forward to reading them,
MWA
Do they
> cloud our minds?
Lose our focus?
Or slowly kill us?
Love that ending, always do when I question is used for the last line...leaves you thinking. I think the title goes well with the words, I like the way you tell things. it doesn't matter if people get what you mean, as long as you know what it means. I suppose those elements leave the reader thinking, thats a good thing.
Keep it up Sibs.
I think 'Lifelong Search' is pretty good, I like the end. I was listening to a lot of GD at the time, and it kind of developed a pop-punk tune in my head...
And 'Where does the answer lie?'... hmmm I am still unsure about that... not sure people will get the meaning behind it, and would probably percieve the opening few lines in the wrong light... probably think I'm some whiney angst fuelled teen... well I don't think I am anyway...
hmm, anyway any other views would be appreciated.
Its called - The 'I Want You To Listen To This' Topic. Catchy methinks :-)
Sibs, In my The 'I Think You Should listen to This' Topic or whatever I
> called it there is a recommendation for you :-)
Where's that? And thanks... even if I'm not sure what it is yet. :-)
More people should post in this place... C'mon!
I was going to post here today after writing something but I just didn't have the mood on me. I'll post something soon, i also agree this place should be more active.
Sibs, In my The 'I Think You Should listen to This' Topic or whatever I called it there is a recommendation for you :-)
More people should post in this place... C'mon!
You think you understand what I'm goin through.
But you haven't got a clue,
No one knows what it's like being me,
Cos you and I,
We're all unique,
But I don't refuse your help,
Or trash your advice,
Everyone could use a helping hand,
Funny how,
When it's needed most,
It's not around.
Everyone's too busy,
To listen to some kids problems,
But this nightmare won't leave you in peace,
till you get it off your chest.
Bottle up that hate,
Soon it'll boil over,
so show it,
express yourself,
but don't be consumed by emotions.
Do we need these potions?
Bottled, rolled, wrapped,
ready for consumption,
to take the troubles away,
and relax us from the pain of existance.
Do they cloud our minds?
Lose our focus?
Or slowly kill us?
I'm wonderin, about the meaning of my life,
The blankness, that I face will not suffice,
Won't answer these qeustions stuck inside my head,
I'm graded, a neat pigeon-hole for my mind,
Yet they don't allow, for inspiration that I find,
Everytime I look around.
I'm wonderin, if this is all there is to life?
Will struggling, through it just have to suffice?
Can no one answer these questions that I ask?
I'm graded, a neat pigeon-hole for my mind,
Yet they don't allow, for inspiration that I find,
Everytime I look around.
I guess I'll just resolve,
To do my best at every step,
But do I have to compete,
With everybody else?
I'd rather not.
We're all individual,
Am I better than you?
You better than me?
We'll wait and see,
We'll know,
When the meaning of life is known.
Who's the best,
If any of us even qualify.
They smudge,
And run into one another,
Like wet paint on wet paint,
The colours joining,
Blurring,
Blue and Black,
Night and Day,
Those two words have no meaning anymore,
Because the days collide with each other,
I can’t tell where one ends,
And where the other begins,
Like a mountain lake,
So clear,
You can’t tell where the sky ends,
And the shimmering,
Icy,
Cold,
Water begins,
I stare up a the stars,
I stare up a the stars until they disappear,
To be replaced by a star,
Closer though,
Stars go,
And a star comes,
I can’t differentiate between the days you see,
Because there’s always a stare shining brightly,
In my life,
Abstract,
Thoughts,
Litter,
My,
Mind,
Unfortunately,
My cerebral garbage men,
Are asleep,
Like I should be,
But I’m not,
Because,
As soon as I touch my head on my pillow,
My body begins to flood with energy,
That I am deprived of,
During the Blue time,
But Blue’s too light to sleep under,
Goddamn
I
Hate
Insomnia
> I enjoyed that Sibs.
I like the way you thought about the extended vocals etc
> and you had a point to be made.
I can see if a song was made it would have a
> heavy side and a soft sde, I like that in songs.
You wouldn't happen to like
> Snapcase would you Sibs?
umm... I dunno, I think I heard a song of theirs on The Lockup, but I'm not really sure.