any lyrics of ur own, poems of ur own??????

[khosrov]

if u guys hav any lyrics or poems u'd liek to share wit us right here!!!

i write alot of depressing poems about death an all, one of my anget outlets...lol..ill call this

"dream"
Waiting for love
conspicuating
caught in a version of my own silent screams
drifting in a sea of ur tears
i turn, there u are
"everythings all right now, im here"

this is
"funeral"
last to know
that teh faiths had plans
death,, conspiracies arising
funeral! whose?
Mine!
Its all ur fault!
ferocity buring, concocting
inside my cacooned, pathetic exuse for life!

[khosrov]

dun ask y its sooo depressing an dark....IM NOT GOTHIC

[James]

I know Nicole and Lindsey write their poems. they're really good. maybe they will post here too (hint hint).

[James]

Originally posted by khosrov:
dun ask y its sooo depressing an dark....IM NOT GOTHIC I think dark doesn't mean goth. Just dark. It's cool that people express themselves like this. Cool poems!

[khosrov]

thanks! ok im really new lol. is nicole and lindsey their names on this forum

[Nicole]

Hello, I'm Nicole ^.^ And I'll post one my poems that is really dark but one I like ^.^

Here I am in a world so cruel,
I've had enough so here's what I'm going to do.
I'll find the gun and put it to my head,
I'll pull the trigger and then I'll be dead.
Once I'm gone no one will care,
In the coffin my eyes will give a cold icy stare.
I've had enough of this "so-called" happy life,
I've tried to live and be happy with all my might.
If you're reading this and wondering why?
While I'm trying hard not to cry.
You think I was happy? Boy were you wrong,
If I was happy I wouldn't be gone.
How could I be happy when everyone always yelled at me,
When they didn't like me for being me?
When I have no friends, or life.
Wishing that everyday that I'd die?
If you are reading this and you were one of the ones that actually cared, I want to thank you from the bottom of my shattered and torn heart.
Now excuse me I must find a gun,
The beginning of the end has now begun.

[Nicole]

If you want to see any more poems just email me and let me know ^.^ And sorry if I scare anybody with that hehe I'm a very happy person so don't get me wrong hehe

[shikatoi]

brain freeze
thousands of hairs on my... arms raise
tingles up and down.. my spine shivers to my head
my feet are numb. my hands floating
my eyes... are watering?
whats happening?
is it this strange girl's gaze...
across the room?
or the humm of the..
saxophone playing?
a cool breeze that came as someone entered the room,
or maybe i just... drank my iced coffee... too fast
and gave myself a..
brain freeze.


and more here if you like:
http://www.curiousculture.com/Members/Art/Shikatoi/shikatoi4.htm

[James]

Wow, lots of talent here! It's just amazing to me how you guys can write poems! Seems like it would be pretty hard to do. I know I can't write anything to save my life! Good job!

[ May 11, 2004, 08:52 PM: Message edited by: James ]

[Bluesman]

Haha!!! This could be fun!

Here's a quick one:
Through realms of unforseen reality, I have found that this world holds no meaning for me... but one day it will.
It came to me one quiet night,
while my mind and I were out in flight.
Through time expansions we did wander,
Not wishing to seek....but only to ponder...
Haha!!!!!! I think too darn much!!!!!

[Nicole]

very nice piece shikatoi ^.^ and your was pretty good too bluesman hehe. I'm so happy I got to go out and see Marina perform tonight ^.^ It seriously made my day and now my boyfriend and I have found a new hang out place (he totally loves the gypsy den hehe)...it was wonderful to see Marina again and hear her beautiful voice again. Now I'm off to bed and I shall be listening to her beautiful music as I drift slowly towards the dream world.

[khosrov]

wow, thnx for the email james, its just it wudnt let me log in, dunno y, umm neway, this is called im tired by me lol (its kinda long but its worht it, not)^^:

Im tired:

im tired & sickened by the blackness within my soul
intolerable rage awaits it time for reign
i stop to think,but wait, "if i only had a brain"

Im tireed of pain,im tired by weakness
its a never ending battle concocting and raging within

im tired of my incoherent sadness
my miserable excuse for love, life and day
insanity taking over my weak and fragile body
unable to rid of it,but always and forever nay.

im tired of having to live within these walls
they bind my soul and resent my pain
sorrow shall overcome, shadowing the happiness that i cannot forever hold

im tired of hearing things that i wish were real.
trying to find the light that can stop this forbading pain.

im tired.....just tired

[Lindsey]

nice poems everyone

well this is a really simple short poem that I wrote one night.

**Sad True Over**
guy girl, drunk fun
car petal, foot gas
go.
storm rain, slick road
fast drive, gray sight
pole.
wrong way, wrong night
one moment, one chance
stop.
rain blood, falls pours
sirens call, no answers
dead.
family scream, friends cry
things happen, sad true
over.

[Lindsey]

khosrov I like your "funeral poem a lot

[Lindsey]

Oh and the words in my .. thingy .. underneath this post.. lol I wrote that too (i can't think of the word!)

[khosrov]

which funeral poem??

[khosrov]

o never mind lindsy. i was kinda lost i looked this page over agian an i found it. thnk u!! ur poem was very interesting. its different i liked it

[ScottZ]

Angels at our Windowsill (c)2003 Scott Zimmerman

They say you can't miss what you've never had
well I've missed you so long it hurts that bad
They say time can heal all the wounds you have
with every minute you're gone, I get more sad

They say you can't keep love, you've gotta set it free
Well I've tried all that, and look where love has got me
They say a true love lasts if its meant to be
But since you left us here, the tears won't let me see

chorus ~
It seems to me, you never left us at all
and I believe, your love is guiding us on
it seems to me, you're here when we stumble and fall...and I believe

I've said a thousand goodbyes and I'm no longer mad
The days and nights are long, I'm trying to be a good dad
I know two reasons to go on here without you,
Matts eleven, and Evie's eight, and they still miss you too

They say that letting go is what you have to do
You'll still be in our hearts, like our love is in you
I know we'll be alright now, and we always will,
Cause you're singing with the Angels at our Windowsill

Chorus~

Bridge~
I hear the singing of Angels
Falling from heaven above
And one clear sound among them swells
The voice of our sweet love

ending~
I hear the Angels singing still
with you there at our windowsill...
with you there at our windowsill

[ May 23, 2004, 11:05 PM: Message edited by: ScottZ ]

[James]

wow, so many talented people here! Keep posting your stuff!

[larisa_northernlad]

ok i'll share..i don't usually share,but i'm making an acception..cause i've like what i've read so far.

She ponders around the glory,
Never coming around,
Glamour is crap,
Built a bridge with the color of the winds,
Timid to touch, Strong enough to glance
Prayed for an isoceles once more,
No human notices,
Blue takes a whole new feeling,
She's reaching for the way,
Slaps evil around,
Throw a fake smile,
Never thought it could be this cold,
Yes, well you better believe.
Give you a nickel to be my friend,
Paint a cruciform for you
If they only knew, your so much more.
And the girl in the back stared your soul out
Aura no longer lives,
Give a break, hand over a thought
I'll pay you back with the words I have

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Controling her way,
all these eyes, all these years
Through the summer,
All through the depths of winter,
With the help of God, Jesus, and Mary
From Virginia to New York
With a bliss
In her heart...
That sets a warm spark,
She lies quietly
In a bed full of friendly blood roses
The tear in her hand waves hello..
Her soul so strange
The fairytale sleeps somewhere.
Down the creek..
A shadow walks her way
Must this be the one she hopes for..
Perhaps from the north..
Gently she rest her head down,
and she twinkles

~~~~~~~~~~~

Don't let me catch you in my honeypot,
Theres more than you hear,
But you will never know,
There's no space for a piglet,
I'll invite the white swan instead,
Beauty has its regulations
No room for vanity
So you thought
Pink Apples that were made,
Lay hidden under this
No, its not free to touch,
He's warned you,
Your to young to understand,
Sometimes you feel you've gone to deep,
At times you haven't made a move,
Sway from side to side,
Yeah, you seem happy now,
Anger will make its way home soon,
Part of you feels you won't last
I'll plug you in..You need a new feel

[ulfdog]

i also don't usually share,but what the hell

I awake each morning
thinking of you
as the sun rises above the
sangre de cristo mountains and
an empty bed

with your face deeply imprinted
in my waking thoughts
I lay here wondering
what
might have been
what
should have been

ancient flutes fill the
pine-scented forest
medicine drums thunder
across the sultry morning sky
dust blinds my eyes
as a lonely wind blows hope
across the deserted mesa

I have lost my way
back to you

joseph

[larisa_northernlad]

that was good joseph.

more of mine :/


I thought you were a priest,
But your mantle was too telling
Of many miles of vainglory, vagrant tales, deceit.
Your lips moved against me like a forked river
And how beautiful its songs,
Painted from a vial of psalmist's oil.
Twilight held the timbre of your eyes, and meltingly
Your discontent dusk knew nothing of its place in time,
As the sky dispirited from your incessant lofty octaves.
But a band of stars assembled in the east
To warm you in the hell you had designed.
While swept up to the hundred graves you gave me,
Still warm from your voice
And sweating on the inside,
I sat in a case outside your chamber--
I faced your wall and waited,
While beyond, you slept
And engaged the laws of passion
Until truth in the distant orange
Had crushed you with his heel.


I once craved to attain a taste of your time
A tantalized sip and your complete
A quick revage, just another one for your collection
Never percieved more than I thought you would
There's isolation painting herself again, just like autumn
Leaves that were walked on,
only know where you've been
Burn me out with the fire you infringe from your domain
Estrangled from you cools me down, to languish you away
seems a reverie to far to overtake
Taste of wine brung me back
Back to a canvas once again
A request to slither, I allowed you in
but never was sufficient to fullfill your covet
Easel concealed of graced colors possess me,
better than he ever did
You savored the honey I adhere inside
I thought it'll make you a little more sweeter
Tricky fingerprints left in me,
to the marks that remain on my shattered picture frame.