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Oct 19, 2003 20:53:28 GMT -5
Post by CoKeS on Oct 19, 2003 20:53:28 GMT -5
does anyone write poetry, songs, short stories? anything along those lines? i write short stories and poetry. this is a thread to post your work, here's a poem/song i just wrote:
A PATTERN IN LIFE
We mix these chemicals The lab is our world We hope that the elements will react Instead of a miscommunication of properties Our hypothesis is a shot in the dark And the bullet is flying blind Striking anyone who intercepts its path For better or worse, we don't know All we know is what's in our heads So write your thoughts down and lock them away Refer to the notes when you reload the gun
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Oct 20, 2003 17:35:38 GMT -5
Post by Morrison on Oct 20, 2003 17:35:38 GMT -5
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Oct 21, 2003 13:11:03 GMT -5
Post by motherprussia on Oct 21, 2003 13:11:03 GMT -5
Our Cement Shoes
Can beauty possess a harsh smell? Can remains be so beautiful?
The number of asthmatics that smoke-- The taste of vanilla extract-- What is light? And what are you staring at?
Can blindness be an art in learning? Would we know more if we're ignorant?
The beauty of the sun that's blinding, Giving life; and it's deadly What's sight? And why are you staring at me?
These questions hate answers Like quiet trees falling in forests Knowing the powerful wouldn't be Without the poorest
What's right? And why am I just standing here?
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Oct 21, 2003 15:38:42 GMT -5
Post by CoKeS on Oct 21, 2003 15:38:42 GMT -5
DEEP
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Oct 21, 2003 15:47:33 GMT -5
Post by soniktruth on Oct 21, 2003 15:47:33 GMT -5
you guys write these yourselves?
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Oct 21, 2003 15:57:41 GMT -5
Post by CoKeS on Oct 21, 2003 15:57:41 GMT -5
yes i did
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Oct 21, 2003 16:00:56 GMT -5
Post by motherprussia on Oct 21, 2003 16:00:56 GMT -5
yep
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Oct 21, 2003 16:06:48 GMT -5
Post by Morrison on Oct 21, 2003 16:06:48 GMT -5
Sad
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Oct 21, 2003 16:08:21 GMT -5
Post by Morrison on Oct 21, 2003 16:08:21 GMT -5
I thought i'd throw it in again for you simpletons...
The Roof, The River, or The Revolver
Last night it was so dark and cold cause the rain that fell on him was the life that she stole He'll pick her back up, please say this is the last time that those tracks that they followed until their last goodbye and she creeps so slow he just weeps, please go
He can't take anymore of this her roof is hit or miss and she screams and cries she can't open her eyes to feel their last kiss
She wakes up at noon, cold sweat to the sound that she finally realized it was all a dream now then she walks outside, cold feet on the sunburnt ground he's got nothing to lose and he's floating face-down in a river of tears, her fears came without sound
In an unlit room, forty-two minutes 'til midnight smoke from a candle goes up and with it so does a memory the memory of love, and the spirit the spirit of everything they ever had, and now it's gone now it's gone while silence was broken with one mistake a mis-fired trigger is all it takes revolver, revolver helps her feel less fake with one last gaze and dying breath by her man her nightmare had ended with her left hand
Last night it was dark and cold and the rain wasn't all that fell....
Copyright of 11:18 (2003)
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Oct 21, 2003 19:25:53 GMT -5
Post by CoKeS on Oct 21, 2003 19:25:53 GMT -5
SHUTTERSPEED
Lights flicker off in the distance The reason for this nobody knows We saw each other and the energy started flowing We had no idea we'd get caught up in the winds of love Not paying attention to anything around us We were selfish, but we didnt care Stimulating our happiness was our priority Now that seems a distant memory Two years is all it was, but we're still breathing, still fighting Our world is a mess I need you by my side before all hell breaks loose
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Oct 22, 2003 11:53:21 GMT -5
Post by MercurySolo on Oct 22, 2003 11:53:21 GMT -5
Here's a freeform poem I was messing around with... I don't really do poetry seriously, just as expressions and/or finding words that'd make good lyrics.
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Roma, Roma, you've taken sleep to another plain. The Roman slumbers falling under another day in the life of insanity controlled, like a tethered implosion, I'll rise again to fall back under the weather... hace mal tiempo, lluvian en mi dueles... And still Roma sleeps, "prepare your sleep apparatus," the falling ash will lull us to what dreams may come... Little Nero's getting to big for his britches again. Cassian fantasies trickle down a figment of Newtonian though.
When will the alarm sound?
[quotations and thoughts from At the Drive-In and Shakespeare]
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Oct 22, 2003 13:44:42 GMT -5
Post by CoKeS on Oct 22, 2003 13:44:42 GMT -5
one question merc, were you on LSD when you wrote this? j/k pal, i like it a lot. really trippy
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Oct 22, 2003 16:30:42 GMT -5
Post by MercurySolo on Oct 22, 2003 16:30:42 GMT -5
Nah, Acid is kid's stuff, I took the red pill j/k... no hallucinogens here, just ranting through a filter of good ol' fashioned what-the-fuck. ;D
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Oct 22, 2003 21:49:18 GMT -5
Post by soniktruth on Oct 22, 2003 21:49:18 GMT -5
good writings guys...mind if i steal it and call it me own....??
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Oct 22, 2003 22:21:53 GMT -5
Post by CoKeS on Oct 22, 2003 22:21:53 GMT -5
sure... give me fifty bucks first.
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Oct 23, 2003 8:03:44 GMT -5
Post by motherprussia on Oct 23, 2003 8:03:44 GMT -5
all i'd want is some sexual favors...
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Oct 23, 2003 13:22:41 GMT -5
Post by CoKeS on Oct 23, 2003 13:22:41 GMT -5
from a girl i hope
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Oct 23, 2003 16:18:31 GMT -5
Post by Morrison on Oct 23, 2003 16:18:31 GMT -5
Cokes favors male domination
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Oct 23, 2003 21:02:16 GMT -5
Post by CoKeS on Oct 23, 2003 21:02:16 GMT -5
Morrison favors Italian domination...
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Oct 24, 2003 9:46:25 GMT -5
Post by motherprussia on Oct 24, 2003 9:46:25 GMT -5
Cokes favors male domination i bet he does...
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Oct 25, 2003 9:57:13 GMT -5
Post by Morrison on Oct 25, 2003 9:57:13 GMT -5
Cokes is the pinnacle of misfortune. Tears for Super Nintendo in the fortress fueled by fire. The coals of the mighty damned will conquer you and yours....
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Oct 25, 2003 20:44:16 GMT -5
Post by motherprussia on Oct 25, 2003 20:44:16 GMT -5
C.R. 2500W
Ever been down this county road before? It leads straight to the middle of nowhere And somewhere Where we can be alone
Ever seen this desolation before? The silence makes me choke on my own heart Put it in park And get out of the car
You’ll be fine right where I leave you Just have to get you out of sight Guess I should have believed you I shouldn’t have put up a fight
So now these abandoned cornfields Is where I’m going to leave you Out of sight and out of mind And I’ll never have to see you
Again
You know no one travels around here now And these are hardly even gravel roads No one knows And there aren’t any maps
As the bugs surround you like vultures, I Won’t even take the time to say goodbye No one will know And there aren’t any signs
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Oct 26, 2003 14:43:48 GMT -5
Post by Rubberneck on Oct 26, 2003 14:43:48 GMT -5
here is my segment of a hip-hop song i collaborated with a friend of mine
Life, a mass innerchanging series of phases Portrayed through an array of periodical stages Relative events occur in parallel times To define and unwind the thoughts of the devine
So why live the way we do, not how it should be? Land of the free? Hell no, land of greed Where in order to succeed, you must sacrifice your needs No more sense of purpose or creativity Individuality, once prized, now seen as a crime Manipulated minds being lead by the blind Corruption of leadership has become contageous Misleading insipid minds under binding lies Held down by the system that was made to encage us Vainly bringing forth our own demise
But I look into the skies to observe hope in the distance A world wanting peace, not striving for resistance Moving forward with new prospective we begin to see Just what it means to truly exist in release
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Oct 26, 2003 14:45:57 GMT -5
Post by Rubberneck on Oct 26, 2003 14:45:57 GMT -5
...and another anti-establishment rant of mine
Plague of Stupidity
Knowledge is Power With Power comes Responsibility The burdens of our lives Meant for the strong at mind
If such phrases hold true Then where's the sensibility The leaders of this world The blind lead by the blind
Authority goes unchallenged Comfort found in subjection In line they still fall One generation after the next
Predetermined fait Pursued without direction Not knowing their potential Possibilities one never suspects The next day passes by Same as before Open your eyes, open your ears
A cry for revolt To settle the score Begin to see, begin to hear
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splitend
Junior Member
I was born a unicorn.
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Oct 28, 2003 3:24:49 GMT -5
Post by splitend on Oct 28, 2003 3:24:49 GMT -5
The transition was carbonated. I drank it down on Sundays And died some more each Monday, All quite willingly in a routine glass. Each week the pressure increased; It broke all my vertebrae. The doctor asks what I want. Anything bubbles and fizz.
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