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Re: poems!

Postby Corvid Canine » Fri Oct 22, 2010 9:23 pm

one of my favorite songs i've ever written

To The Dust I Shall Return

cocytus is reserved for me
my failures will be my demise
i wonder if You looked at me
You'd still see the soul inside me eyes
my heart was broken
and it never was quite right
it grew back twisted
and became black as night


i died when i was on the road
trying to reach the prize
i became an undead, twisted beast
but i never lost that love inside
whatever was left inside my chest
albeit damaged beyond repair
held something that i never lost
the love for You that kept me here

(chorus)

the earth is gone,
the moon has fallen
from the dust i was formed
to the dust i shall return

Messiah, Christ, please come my way
though i am but a beast
i've loved You all my wretched life
and even beyond when my soul's released
don't pass me by, please take my hand
and carry my tired body home
to where You make everything good

from the dust i was formed to the dust i shall return
I get up in the morning, divide by zero, howl at the moon and eat a bowl of surreal.

(insert blastbeat)
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Re: poems!

Postby Jutharius Roquen » Sun Oct 24, 2010 1:59 am

Here is a short poem I wrote a few years ago. Not that great, but kinda catchy!

"The World In My Head" by Matthew James

In my head is a world all its own;
Where the trees have died and the weeds have grown;
Where scattered about like vegetable veins
The ivy chokes the window panes.
The only birds found in my world there
Are loathsome creatures that breathe death like air.
The world in my head is all I've known;
Where stars have fallen and hopes have flown.
I travel my world far and wide;
Watching the decay of dreams that died.
The only water to quench me here
Are pools of stagnant lonely tears.
The only place here to lay my head
Is a charnel house filled with bones of the dead;
Where the skeletons dance under a dimming moon,
As the cold wind howls an empty tune.
"Our birth is nothing but our death begun. " - Edward Young
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Re: poems!

Postby Jutharius Roquen » Sun Oct 24, 2010 2:13 am

This is a song I wrote once....

"Promenade"
By Matthew James

Verse 1:
Sleeping awake at night bleeding tears of regret
Holding on so tight to memories I'd rather forget
The sweet caress of Sorrow's kiss, but I
Still can't make you leave from my head

Chorus:
In Life's promenade we're all just parading
In an open grave with vital signs fading
So many days spent just wasted and waiting
For something that we already had

Verse 2:
Breathing in this fog so cold, choking your eyes from view
Wishing to behold just a glimpse of something I once knew
The mercy of Death's harsh embrace, and I
Still can't make my head leave from you

Chorus:
In Life's promenade we're all just parading
In an open grave with vital signs fading
So many days spent just wasted and waiting
For something that we already had
"Our birth is nothing but our death begun. " - Edward Young
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Re: poems!

Postby AndrewthePoet » Wed Nov 03, 2010 5:01 am

I will post some in words later. but http://www.myspace.com/AndrewThePoet are some audio examples. I'm not all that happy with them... but they'll do for the time being.
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Re: poems!

Postby clayton » Wed Nov 03, 2010 8:07 pm

i'm considering posting some songs that i've written that are probably not very good and not completed.
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Re: poems!

Postby AndrewthePoet » Wed Nov 03, 2010 10:37 pm

I just submitted these 3 poems to a poetry journal... so... I'll throw them up here. They are newish.

Buenos Aires

I've just been writing songs
telling you to stop crying,
long enough to watch out
your airplane window
down over Salt Lake City
to make sure it isn't going anywhere.

I've heard the sounds
that come out of this desert,
bouncing off those plateaus,
and ending up as the seeds of discontentment
we plant too deep to unroot once they grow.








Indigo Children

I'm not a starving artist,
I'm just starving,
and they revoked my poetic license.

So I keep lying
my way into the spot light,
because I've had a lot of hard days lately,
and I sometimes feel I'm in too deep
for Jesus to grab me
and that I'm way passed saving,

and If I am elect
then I'd like to meet God's electoral college
and talk to them about my campaign,
introduce them to my constituents,
and maybe get this whole thing figured out.


but I've been thinking
that maybe I'm over compensating
because I'm ashamed.

I know the grace he gave me
is more than enough.








Freestyle for Tyler Hall

We ran in circles in opposite directions with 2 bum legs,
all the while growing Abraham's beard and sacrificing our sons
to anyone who would take them,
which is a harder sale than we assumed,
but we all know what that will do,
so we are back in the lab.

and each time we speak we feel a little less green
both with envy and inexperience,
while our conversation acts like a kite
in a California forrest fire.

This is when we wish we had older sisters,
to teach us about the things we had coming
and teach us bad words before we knew what they meant.
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Re: poems!

Postby Jutharius Roquen » Sat Nov 06, 2010 5:31 am

"The Coffeeshop Suicides"
by Matthew James

The smell of hazelnut drifts swiftly through the parlor
Like the angel of the tenth plague.
Around the room sit many people from all walks of life:
A young teen couple sharing a cocoa,
A businessman wandering down an electric Wall Street,
A single mom sipping a cinnamon dolce latte;
Glad to have some time to herself.
A homeless drunkard escaping from the cold
And downing a coffee that fortunately had been left alone.
Then there are those in the corner;
The dark crevice that gets no attention, nor asks for any.
Keeping to themselves, they know why they are here.
They started down the path long ago;
The path that leads inwardly.
They have seen the depths of human despair.
They have seen the darkness what lies within their souls.
They have discovered that to control the darkness
One must first realize that it is there.
Blind are the others to this simple truth.
The blind leading the blind in a world without light.
A sense of impending doom settles on the place
And occupies every empty seat until all are filled.
The others have not yet realized
That the darkness creeps closer with each day.
Nobody notices except those that are unnoticed themselves.
They are all too familiar with this sense of dread.
They know.
The homeless man finishes his coffee and stumbles on his way.
He will not live to see tomorrow.
The mother leaves half of her latte sitting and goes home.
The pills work quickly and she leaves her children behind.
The businessman loses some major investments.
His life as he knows it is over, so he drives off the cliff to eternity.
The teen couple, fugitives of parental law, decide that
If they can't live together then they will die together.
That night, slit wristless, they sleep in the park.
The ones in the corner knew all along:
It wasn't they who would leave the coffeshop first.
But theirs could be the worst fate of all.
They share not the Truth which they have found.
They come each day and sit in that corner
And watch life unfold around them.
Each day they kill themselves with guilt;
Wanting to connect to the others, but fear stops them.
They must realize that if they do not share
That which they have found, regardless of what may come,
They too will end up on the list of souls that entered
The coffeeshop and never learned from the secrets it holds.
"Our birth is nothing but our death begun. " - Edward Young
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Re: poems!

Postby Ben » Sat Nov 13, 2010 5:50 am

I stand screaming into the void in an ultimately futile attempt to keep this existential crisis at bay. I remember when I thought it was a sin to hate, when I would try to run at the earliest sign of rage that welled up within me. My efforts to run from anger usually ended in failure (as do most of my endeavors) and recently I have stopped running altogether. I have learned to embrace my hatred, not necessarily as a means of productivity, but rather because it distracts me from the apparent pointlessness of life. Depression and joy also help distract me, though the former is too painful (and often leads me to nihilism) while the latter occurs too seldom to be of any reliance. Anger, even when it is undirected, helps time pass faster; seething gets me through the day with little to no heartache. It is exhausting, certainly, but the alternatives are either too hard to come by or else are more painful and draining than rage. And should the opportunity present itself, my hatred might be focused and used, if not always to bring about general change, at least as a means of releasing whatever pent-up aggression, violence, and emotion I carry around with me on a day to day basis. Another benefit to anger is that it is pure. Other emotions have the ability to cloud my judgment, to make me say things I don't mean, to cause me to second-guess myself, or to feel the most loathsome of all emotions - self-pity. Anger is cold, logical, calculated, and generally justifiable. I have never thought of taking an action while angry that didn't later seem to make perfect sense, even if that action was violent or otherwise hurtful. I have meant everything I have said and done in anger, even if I denied my intentions after the fact. Beauty and love are not truth. They can be truthful, but they are not truth itself. Anger alone is the sole possessor of truth and vengeance is the only pure form of justice. I am in the process of releasing the chokehold that love has on me because I see now that vindication is the true path to nirvana; vindication is far more powerful and effective than love could ever hope to be. Love is messy and leaves a person open for pain. Hatred and vindication burn clean and guard a person from external pain. I do not want this need for love.
I woke this morning with expectations of gaining nothing:
I've learned to trust my instincts.


The problem with these people is
They understand the obvious
The problem with these people is
They understand their vices not their faults
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Re: poems!

Postby Corvid Canine » Sat Nov 13, 2010 10:22 am

Friday Night

Amidst the lights, the sounds, the smells
The night is young and so am I
Plastic machine, heavy metal and ramen
Alone again on a friday night, oh well.

(note: this is pointed at myself, please don't get offended; it's a joke)
I get up in the morning, divide by zero, howl at the moon and eat a bowl of surreal.

(insert blastbeat)
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Re: poems!

Postby AndrewthePoet » Sun Nov 14, 2010 12:11 am

Corvid Canine wrote:Friday Night

Amidst the lights, the sounds, the smells
The night is young and so am I
Plastic machine, heavy metal and ramen
Alone again on a friday night, oh well.

(note: this is pointed at myself, please don't get offended; it's a joke)



LOL! I have a poem very similar to this...
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Re: poems!

Postby Jutharius Roquen » Sun Nov 14, 2010 2:53 am

Okay, this song I wrote is really odd....But it kinda makes sense in my own brain....Not really sure what I'm trying to say with this one....Maybe someone else could figure it out for me, lol.......Definately not one of my finest, lol, but here it is anyways....

"Bloody Harry and Dirty Mary"
Verse 1:
Oh, NO!
The knife slipped or so she says.
"It's not her fault," the doctor replies, "it's a disease. Perhaps it was her childhood or maybe it was the pills."
In a pool of blood he lays at her feet.
A plastered smile on his face.
Like a guilty Image she denies everything.
And they believe her.

Chorus:
Bloody Harry, Bloody Harry, Bloody Harry;
In the mirror say this thrice,
And he will die for you.
Dirty Mary, Dirty Mary, Dirty Mary;
In the mirror say this thrice,
And then she'll come for you.

Verse 2:
Oh, YEAH!
It all came crashing down one day.
We didn't know where to go.
"I think I know," said Dr. Phil, "the problem is with your shoes."
"The way you wear those boots so high and the skirt is barely there.
Harry here thinks you're cheating. Is that true?"
"Well, um, uh," Mary said, "define that for me please."
Vows say til death does part, so now here we are.

(Repeat Chorus)

Verse 3:
Here we are at the end of Dirty Mary's tale.
She burns in hell as Harry goes to, well we don't know.
He never gave a hint of going either way.
Murderers, sluts, drunks, and liars
And those who sit on their thumbs,
This song was made for you.
You would do well to learn from it.
It could save you in the end.
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Re: poems!

Postby Jutharius Roquen » Sun Nov 14, 2010 2:56 am

"Lure of the Succubus"

Sleep interrupted by feverish anxiety.
My eyes slowly open to behold hers.
At once I am mesmerized by her beauty.
My soul longs for her touch.
She moves closer as if gliding on air.
Sheets unravel as she bends to kiss me.
Her lips caress my own and all else disappears.
Night after night she comes to me.
For hours entangled in a blur of ecstasy.
I wake the next morn as if from a dream.
My will and reason elude me for the day.
My thoughts hold only her salacious form.
Dark desire envelops me as I long for home.
Fervently I return again to my bedchamber.
Already she lies in wait upon my arrival.
Once again our bodies enmesh in the moonlight.
My heart burns white with every kiss.
My soul ignites and fear comes upon me.
Wracked with pain I start to pull away.
Her form melts away to reveal a horned beast.
The pain grows greater as the beast laughs.
My soul is captured by its evil glare.
The beast speaks in a dark tone,
"Now you are mine to hold in hell for all eternity.
Death will not do us part. A fair trade is it not?"
A fair trade indeed for now I must pay for my wicked affairs.
Joy eternal I have forsaken in pursuit of temporal pleasure.
Pleasure indeed I found, but for the cost of my soul.
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Re: poems!

Postby kyleisliving » Sat Feb 05, 2011 4:43 am

In my Pre 1750 Brit-Lit class, the assignment was to write a traditional 10-12 line epic in five minutes. It didn't have to rhyme, but....

I did mine in verse. :D


It had to contain:
reference to God
alliteration
compound words
name repeated in many different forms (Son of...; Kinsman...; The...; etc.)
nostalgia for the past
reference to the future
a prize, gold, or jewelry



Here was mine:


The Epic - Kyle Keller

Alas, this son of Grover pines,
His soul complexed as agéd wines,
To reminisce on scents of maidens past.
His heavy heart hearkens for home at last.

This broad-chested kinsman from Kingman there,
Ran rampant to ravage her golden hair.

This passion-driven maiden-hunting fantasy seeker,
Could not be more bashful or have a destiny bleaker.

May God Almighty guide this meek-minded man,
To gird up his pride according to His plan.
Women will blush, indeed they will swoon,
With one fair note of Good Kyle's croon.
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Re: poems!

Postby charis » Fri Apr 08, 2011 11:32 am

i wrote this song a couple of years ago... pretty confident i just stole stuff from showbread and other sources. that's what i do.

as the city burns down
she's crawling out of the ground
her beautiful hair
her beautiful teeth
are caked with dirt
and decomposing

chorus:
christine
dance with me
around the fire
i'm dying to see you smile (2x)

as we walk
hand in hand
the land overflows
with the living dead
and they feast on flesh
but we'll be content
watching the city burn

christine
dance with me
around the fire
i'm dying to see you smile (2x)

lights, camera, action
do you remember?
can you remember? (repeat 4x)

christine
dance with me
around the fire
i'm dying to see you smile
christine
dance with me
around the fire
we're dying in living color...

bang!
you selfish girl
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Re: poems!

Postby CCrockett » Tue Apr 19, 2011 12:10 pm

There once was a fat guy in red.
He said would you please go to bed.
And then I said no,
and stepped on his toe.
Up the chimney he went first his head.
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This is what it sounds like when you die! :raw:! :raw:! :raw:!
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Re: poems!

Postby manicgeodude » Sun Apr 24, 2011 2:05 am

im a bit of a poet. i have a large folder with over 200 poems ive written. heres one for ya (its kind of kinda cheesy)

I'll break right through the window, clear away all the glass
I'll ignore all of the things you've done, never see the past
I'll pluck out my own eyes if you'd prefer me not to see
Just as long as you'll be with me

I'm not asking for your body or for any form of lust
I do not want your loyalty and I don't need your trust
There is nothing that I'll ever ask for you to do
Just as long as I can be with you

So can I take the seat next to you and look into your eyes
And tell you that you're perfect even if you think it's a lie
Girl I can never look away no matter how hard I try
So darling, can I make you mine
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Re: poems!

Postby Metre » Sun Jun 12, 2011 2:13 pm

creampuff your poem was amazing
i've written a few quatrains for this noisecore band i'm in i might post them i probably won't
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Re: poems!

Postby Josh_Dead » Tue Jun 14, 2011 12:42 am

deme your poem was amazing
i've written a few run on sentences for this hip hop project im in i might post them i probably won't
IT'S NOT MAN MAN OR FIVE IRON FRENZY
JOSH DEAD HAS DUCKS!!!! DUGGA DUGGA DUGGA!!!!
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Re: poems!

Postby Metre » Fri Jun 17, 2011 7:41 pm

hahahahaha
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Re: poems!

Postby Metre » Sun Jul 03, 2011 8:36 pm

man shoots himself in the throat
into his skull
dying
gurgles through blood
"it's hard to be postmodern"
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