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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.

:D (Please try to remember this was just off the top of my head. Yes, I know it's genius.:rolleyes:)

 

It really is. :D

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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 :LOL:

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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.

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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!

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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 :LOL:

That's the nice thing about this thread.

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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 :LOL::$

 

I can imagen matt singing this in a Hoodoo verse style.

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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. :D

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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

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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 :)

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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

Edited by Ross

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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.

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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.

 

:cool:

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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.

 

:cool:

 

:LOL::LOL:

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Caff and Static shadows, both really cool poems, but for completely different reasons!

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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.

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Yum yum yum...

They drip like honey from my tongue

 

Wow that is really sexy!

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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.

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