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"Your Words"

Budding Songwriter?
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

Your a pretty little girl,
Where you live?
Where you hide?
Care to take me sometime?
Trust my look, Believe my smile,
Don't stay here,
Live in denial.

Through my eyes your normal,
The way you play makes me marvel,
Care to come today?

To you,
I'm not who I really am,
This rare obssession truly weighs me down,
Leaving me nowhere,
My mind needing transposed thoughts,
Only with you here i'll never have them,

Your young body meets me,
I kill.

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?

hmm.. no reply, guess FilmBuff must be "a talentless hack" then...

;-)

Anyway, more words from me:


(softly sung/whispered bit)

Go ahead,
Tell us all about it,
your b*tches,
your guns,
your hard man image,

Go ahead,
and mock my purpose,
my thoughts,
my dreams,

(shout loadly)

THEN I SCREAM!
For eqaulity,
Not your heirarchal $h*t,

AND YOU LAUGH?!?
At my ideals,
because I give a $h*t.

(normal-ish sung bit)

crawl up your heirarchy,
backstab to the top,
I'll take our unity,
A force that will never stop.

While factions war, amongst themselves,
we stand together,
and we'll never,
never be divided,

we stand, (we stand)
so strong, (so strong)
as one, (as one)
United,
And never,
Divided.

(never)

Yeah go ahead FilmBuff, show us your stuff...please :-)

It doesn't matter if you have talent or not, any words are talent, no one really knows what the words truly mean to the writer.

This place is about thoughts.

FilmBuff wrote:
> you guys are talentless hacks, its plain to see none of you can 'emote' which it
> seems what you are trying to do. it is vulgar, uninsightful, false, clumsy and
> flaccid, i pale the very thought of any of you doing anything other then
> flipping burgers at Whopper.



Go on mate, you write something, lets see how good you are, unless you are just some hypocrite trying to demean what others are doing.

If you don't reply, I guess we'll have to assume you are "a talentless hack" as you so subtley put it.

That was a bit harsh, wasn't it?

Here are my words of wisdom....

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I'm so sick of the tension, sick of the hunger, sick of you acting like I owe you this. Find another place to feed your greed while I find a place to rest.

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Thank you. I stole it myself. :-D

you guys are talentless hacks, its plain to see none of you can 'emote' which it seems what you are trying to do. it is vulgar, uninsightful, false, clumsy and flaccid, i pale the very thought of any of you doing anything other then flipping burgers at Whopper.

Thorn - from a girl-induced depression (seems awful now)

Three times bitten and still not shy
I have a thorn in my heart
And it makes me cry.

Yet it came from the Rose I tried to grasp:
A rose bright red
With blood from my heart.

You see it just won't do
loving you.
When all I can dream these days

Are disjointed fragments of happiness
That came and went
And left me behind with a thorn

Still buried, bleeding, in my hand
When I only tried to hold on.
And I'll keep it where it hurts the most

I'll keep it where it hurts like hell
and makes me weep
These crippled crimson teardrops.

It's my way of telling the world
That I'm lost again;
It's the wide-eyed smile

Of gone, gone, gone
That makes them gossip
"He's found someone"

But all I have is a thorn in my heart
and broken
memories of a broken song

That you sung to me for far too long.
My heart is a splinter
And my love is a shard

But you'll carry them? No?
No. no. no. no.
I will bare them to the world

With pride like pure white scars
I made on pale skin.
But I shall call into the distance

As there's nothing left to do
But tell the empty telephone
That all I am is I love you.

Star, Be Mine


She liked his smile it brought her tears,
His tears brought her hope.
She would dress herself like his partners,
Mind was used, there was hope.

Talk to me she yearned,
It didnt get her nowhere,
"I'll send you a letter",
Refused.

Dreams dreamt up stupid things,
But in a sense they were real,
"I wish you were mine",
Don't trust a lie.

"I'll be with you someday, somewhere"
Truth yet to be exposed,
Believe,
Sometime you'll know.

He left without a word said,
Her exit shortly after,
Together they were forever,
Hope alive,
Dreams True.

Love the style of RBS's, all was nice :-)

Sibs, I can kind of put myself in your viewpoint with that. If I was titling your work i would call it 'You' or 'Why'. Those are the keywords I think there.

Nice to see this taking off, slowly, but at a nice pace.

Worda really let yourself out.