New Born Lee Posted November 20, 2008 Share Posted November 20, 2008 My elbow is pretty My elbow is cool My elbow got hurt when I fell in the pool. My elbow is awesome My elbow is fun My elbow got burned in the hot, hot sun. (Please try to remember this was just off the top of my head. Yes, I know it's genius.) It really is. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lensip max Posted November 20, 2008 Share Posted November 20, 2008 This actually brought a little tear to my eye:$ Really nice sentiment. Oh wow really? Thank you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted November 21, 2008 Share Posted November 21, 2008 If I saw you I would push you off a bridge, peel your fingers from a very narrow ridge, poke my finger in you eye, and make you eat shit pie, chop you up and put your body in a fridge. I have issues right now Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noel Gallagher Posted November 25, 2008 Share Posted November 25, 2008 Right not so much off the top of my head, but I was looking through some old songs that I wrote the other day and came accross lyrics from a song called 'Pioneer' that for me are rather fuckin poetic, although only a small section of the first verse it seem....but ah well. "Here's to all the pioneers, those thats stand and face their fears Standing tall and standing proud, never afraid to shout it out loud They'll lose the fight, but win the war writing their names into starrey eyed folklore" and thats all i could find.....I may have to ressurect this one though in future. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted November 25, 2008 Share Posted November 25, 2008 Eyes falling out of a werewolf's head, His werewolf friends often say he's half-dead, He squints at the light of each new day, And as love approaches he walks away. Coward, he chastes, coward and fool! Inside he howls because life is so cruel! The mighty werewolf, once so immune, Goes for a mope, alone in his tomb. He has but one thought that he cannot heave, Why did he fall for a simple young Eve? A humble young wolf should be happy and proud, But now the tomb's silence is ever so loud. Red-eyed he is, and sore-eyed he feels, Not quite come over, he falls but just kneels. He prays and he prays, for the sickness to fly, Werewolves live on! Werewolves don't die! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted November 26, 2008 Share Posted November 26, 2008 I saw your secrets, reaching arms, churning fire. Know who you are, searing charms, burning pyre. I am your wife now, ring of nova, dress of air. Burn my skin, fill me over, lava flare. Don't know what I mean here That's the nice thing about this thread. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hopix Posted November 27, 2008 Share Posted November 27, 2008 close those tired eyes, slip into a dream, All the awkward fantasies, so mild and unforeseen. drifting out of this damaging world, the problems dissapear, into a world without restraint, no dilemmas, confrontations, no fear. Everything is in your hold, To be manipulated and impaired, the world of perplexity is left behind, You wish you had never cared. The world is crumbling, the dreams dissolved, The world of dissorientation is relived, the problems never solved. I wish i had never tried now I can imagen matt singing this in a Hoodoo verse style. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted November 27, 2008 Share Posted November 27, 2008 I can imagen matt singing this in a Hoodoo verse style. Now that you mention it, it does seem quite Musey with the line lengths, key words such as hold and crumbling as well as the imagery in general. Commendations, Laura! Forgive me, I only looked at it properly now and I really like this. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lensip max Posted November 28, 2008 Share Posted November 28, 2008 Eyes falling out of a werewolf's head, His werewolf friends often say he's half-dead, He squints at the light of each new day, And as love approaches he walks away. Coward, he chastes, coward and fool! Inside he howls because life is so cruel! The mighty werewolf, once so immune, Goes for a mope, alone in his tomb. He has but one thought that he cannot heave, Why did he fall for a simple young Eve? A humble young wolf should be happy and proud, But now the tomb's silence is ever so loud. Red-eyed he is, and sore-eyed he feels, Not quite come over, he falls but just kneels. He prays and he prays, for the sickness to fly, Werewolves live on! Werewolves don't die! Wow... that's awesome Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sloosh Posted November 28, 2008 Share Posted November 28, 2008 The streets are dark and wet As she walks home at the end of the day The lonely traffic's call A quiet rumble, far away. She is lost, no longer of this world Just a silent shape in the dark An almost invisible disturbance In the cold and the rain. She will be home, soon, it is not far But until then, she can be And not be, just be quiet On the silent street. Very very hasty, I'd edit it more but I'm late for a lecture Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted November 30, 2008 Share Posted November 30, 2008 Wow... that's awesome Thank you very much! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ross Posted December 1, 2008 Share Posted December 1, 2008 Whispers invoke faded memories. The ashes of which, lie scattered across the four winds but stay forever in the very fingers of those who set them free. A mother's softest touch leaves an ashen mark. A mark from times long gone that stains the skin. A spot that never fades like a siren's song amongst the sea "Farewell to beauty to innocence, wonder and youth. Wade in the water child for tomorrow this sea turns to so much sand" They sing They sing Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Caff Posted December 3, 2008 Share Posted December 3, 2008 Just rattled this off as a coping mechanism so it's more random rhythmic sentences than anything... I'm Not There There is an old courtyard, surrounded by spires. I waited there, under the clock tower. I waited for you, for hours, Until days became nights and weeks. Suddenly my sadness took leave And a bitterness rose up, up from my feet. A parade of girls for my benefit, One after the other for me to compare And I remained frozen to that spot, Ignored and cast away. But slowly, my heart warmed, Thawing in the golden sun. Now it is you who realises That life simply isn’t fair. You’ve finally arrived at my courtyard, Only now sure you had a place by my side. Your journey was a waste of time, Like the months I wasted my crippled heart. Do not come to my courtyard For I am no longer there. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noodles Posted December 3, 2008 Share Posted December 3, 2008 I find a lot of poety quite irritating, but I rather liked that, Caff. Well done. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
static shadows Posted December 3, 2008 Share Posted December 3, 2008 I cut off my bollocks, to put them in a jar, and pickle them in brine, they'll be known near and far. They'll win country fetes, and we'll rake trophies in, then i'll melt those all down, and trade them for Gin. I'll be drunk as a sailor, on a storm cloud tossed sea, and we'll be happy forever, My pickled bollocks and me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noel Gallagher Posted December 3, 2008 Share Posted December 3, 2008 I cut off my bollocks, to put them in a jar, and pickle them in brine, they'll be known near and far. They'll win country fetes, and we'll rake trophies in, then i'll melt those all down, and trade them for Gin. I'll be drunk as a sailor, on a storm cloud tossed sea, and we'll be happy forever, My pickled bollocks and me. :LOL: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted December 4, 2008 Share Posted December 4, 2008 Caff and Static shadows, both really cool poems, but for completely different reasons! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted December 7, 2008 Share Posted December 7, 2008 Curse my heart it feels too much. When you sing it seems to touch, and tear me without your intention, my words betray, convey convention. These words are useless, the echos endless. I can never move beyond a few lines, I guess I don't want to extend forcibly. You know, when you feel something you quickly write it down and then that emotion subsides. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lensip max Posted December 8, 2008 Share Posted December 8, 2008 Yum yum yum... They drip like honey from my tongue Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted December 8, 2008 Share Posted December 8, 2008 Yum yum yum... They drip like honey from my tongue Wow that is really sexy! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ninja Posted December 8, 2008 Share Posted December 8, 2008 red, green, blue, yellow! whither not sturdy steed. Good, bad, cruel, mellow! Come now, without heed! [uh, i can't spell steed or heed] pain, joy, sorrow, bliss, we travel through the mystic lands, stop, start, run, hiss, we have been dealt an easy hand. sparkle, sun, moon, stars, we come back, with speed. trees, dirt, water, grass, home over the water, me and my trusty steed. i haven't done this for ages Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jump on my pleasure pill Posted December 12, 2008 Share Posted December 12, 2008 Is this a dream I weave with my eyes? A subtle web of intertwing lives I sense infinity in every glance Is this pre-determined or just by chance? A melody of atoms harmonised at conception There is beauty here with no exception What strange shapes I see, dancing with grace yet such uncertainty The unity of chaos, a force unknown to tame What odd colours I hear, all of which blessed with no name A dilation of ego-an inflation of thought Stripped away of all I was taught To begin is to end, to sleep is to wake Destroy what you build, and give what you take Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lensip max Posted December 12, 2008 Share Posted December 12, 2008 It isn't your eyes Or body Or hands which will undo The fly of my jeans The buttons of my shirt Or my insides, But your soul ...Whuh oh Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted December 14, 2008 Share Posted December 14, 2008 Come share my lips, share my breath. Let our hair tangle, legs entwine. sink into my hips, skin covered skin. I ache, you're the cure, Your mouth, my moan, your hands, I writhe. Don't know what the hell that was. Should I post........ yeah screw it:p Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Atavar Posted December 14, 2008 Share Posted December 14, 2008 Apparently men think about sex once every 15 seconds: the dark dingey restibules of your soul grow dark flowers to make you whole spawn horrible offspring to make your name who run wild and lord it o'er the tame. Keep it in your kecks or best not mention second best method to use protection if you must recreationaly bear in mind do not of those you pair up with past expiriance be blind. To die for a shag? More than expression Stay healthy kid and avoid depression. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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