nonoor Posted May 26, 2008 Share Posted May 26, 2008 But...but I'm a rock star... Yes you are! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted May 26, 2008 Share Posted May 26, 2008 Yes you are! YAY! Watch out for my next singles, "Happy Crunchy Monsters!" and "I Wanna Be A Truck Driver When I Grow Up!" They're about depression!!! \m/ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nonoor Posted May 26, 2008 Share Posted May 26, 2008 YAY! Watch out for my next singles, "Happy Crunchy Monsters!" and "I Wanna Be A Truck Driver When I Grow Up!" They're about depression!!! \m/ w00t! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bellamy'szetagirl Posted May 27, 2008 Share Posted May 27, 2008 I I am I am not I am not your I am not your dream I am not your dream anymore I am not your dream anymore since I am not your dream anymore since you I am not your dream anymore since you are I am not your dream anymore since you are not I am not your dream anymore since you are not my I am not your dream anymore since you are not my pillow Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kristy*SweetS Posted May 27, 2008 Share Posted May 27, 2008 The bird that travels oh so free, wants to be with a turtle like me. This bird has a mind oh so sweet, but wants to spoil it, with a turtle like me. This bird has wings as long as you can see, but wants to cut them off to be with a turtle like me. This bird can live high in a tree, but wants to come down to stay with a turtle like me. This bird can fly so far away, but for some reason, it decides to stay With a turtle like me. I know nothing about poetry, it was just a freestyle moment. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tokamak Posted May 27, 2008 Share Posted May 27, 2008 life has to be a bottle of cola, shake it up and throw it against a wall it has to be so much more interesting then imbibing it sip by sip Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
naget4music Posted May 28, 2008 Share Posted May 28, 2008 I can't take this shit much more The pain is stuffing up my life But due to my recent actions I've landed my self in strife rather emo don't you think Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted May 28, 2008 Share Posted May 28, 2008 Pages, look, and books behold! I stay sleek while you grow old! Paint me yellow so I can feel, Your humiliating peel. Bright I am, though I think, I should be true, and respect your ink. Without the spine of my good chums, Where would all my knowledge come? We're different yet we stay at one, We pull their faces, faces come! Same as they read, they lean and lean, They push toward the computer screen. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nonoor Posted May 29, 2008 Share Posted May 29, 2008 Endless. The horizon, the stars, the tunnels, the cars. The stairs, the land, the ground, and the sand. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cakedcolors Posted June 3, 2008 Share Posted June 3, 2008 Time, Stretches Hours of you lost. Memories, Blurring at the edges. Time, Stretches As I wait For our next meeting. For now, I take in the lies And know that you miss me. Time, Stretches As I allow it to fall As sand, through My parted fingertips, Seperated from the buried seed Of love. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WutDaFucksy Posted June 3, 2008 Share Posted June 3, 2008 This is a poem about my exam, It may as well just be spam, It was really long and really boring, It almost ended with me snoring. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted June 9, 2008 Share Posted June 9, 2008 Her hair hardly ever blows. Eyes always open half. She gazes forward, solely forward. The grey pavement she walks on Never makes a sound. Masked by all the other noises. Please, monotony, please. Carry yourself away. Go and plague some other dreamer. So her hair will break loose. I'll startle her. And she'll look at me and speak. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr Dink Posted June 9, 2008 Share Posted June 9, 2008 The jarred glimpses of collective fragments Splintered into a convulted view Memories shattered and twisted into A future brought about to forget you Deriving the language from hurt and pain And the crimson lines decorated onto The life meant to be bitterly slain Imagery that balances too soon Prodded into fissured gloom Shoveled through the ashes of sorrow I'm crying now to get rid of The thought of a better tomorrow Lower my values onto the stretcher I promised that I'd be yours forever Making the right choice? It's now or never The thought of happiness I can't remember Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Finlay Posted June 9, 2008 Share Posted June 9, 2008 Off the top of my head right now!: synchronized souls separated into groups i, for one, am not looked upon my true identity has been dissolved in the spring sparkling light, of one famous love. i know it dosen't rhyymhyme Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tokamak Posted June 9, 2008 Share Posted June 9, 2008 And so the heart was broken No longer fixed and focused But spread and fragmented No longer devoted Pick up the splinters from the dust Hand them out, never ask hem back. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cakedcolors Posted June 10, 2008 Share Posted June 10, 2008 You told me I was dying, My eighteen years burning out Quicker than you can remember. I had passed over a ledge And was merely waiting For the crashing end. Routing back to my conciousness You crafted a ledge Mapped by caresses and compliments, Dinners and first times. I keep blinking it away, Pretending such a ledge Doesn't exist, Cannot exist. In my denial, I remember It was I who took the first steps Now you merely grip my hand In our creation. I know soon My waist will turn And I will fall. It will be beautiful. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ninja Posted June 10, 2008 Share Posted June 10, 2008 Softly comes whispering footsteps, They come with mystery and intent, You gaze, your room, so tidily kept, With things, so clean, not a bit bent. Walk to the window, come closer, Look outside to a world of wonder, Out of cafes, come the smokers, You gaze outside, begin to ponder. This world, so dark, so cold, so cruel, Factories harming peoples' lungs, Do you remember days by the pool? In the countryside you were so young. But now the world is old and tired, Materials used, not replaced, You look and think, the world has expired, People around, sick and redfaced. What will become of us? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Megglen Posted June 10, 2008 Share Posted June 10, 2008 A Prima is a juicy fun, Always there after the run, Never it seems to get off it's butt, But still it is awesome as a mutt. did I just write? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted June 10, 2008 Share Posted June 10, 2008 Romance is boring, apparently. Why then is it killing me? Yeats is quick to bore me As he yearns for old MG. On the net there's stories, So paper thin they're not on paper. Handsome people come along, And bite the end of your wafer. Story lovers only quarrel, When Cupid fires an arrow. When reading eyes fall on a kiss, We skip a page for battlemage. Romance is boring, so they say. So why doesn't she just go away? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Finlay Posted June 11, 2008 Share Posted June 11, 2008 Everything's turning into shit Shit is turning into everything So why is everything shit? Because shit is turning into everything Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Crayola Posted June 11, 2008 Share Posted June 11, 2008 I'm a mongrel, I'm a haflwit just like everyone I know In my lungs the Carribean, in my voice the rain and snow In my heart my aba matré, in my body alus gro 'Cus I'm a mongrel, I'm a haflwit just like everyone I know From the Coast of Matta Cairo to the Coast of Aberdeen From the boiling sands of Tsulia to the frozen River Dean All your borders and your colours do not mean a thing to me I'm a mongrel, I'm a haflwit just like everyone I see Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted June 12, 2008 Share Posted June 12, 2008 Everything's turning into shit Shit is turning into everything So why is everything shit? Because shit is turning into everything That made me lol! Another future Slipknot lyricist. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Finlay Posted June 17, 2008 Share Posted June 17, 2008 That made me lol! Another future Slipknot lyricist. I hate Slipknot's lyrics Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Valentin_Selezynov Posted June 17, 2008 Share Posted June 17, 2008 Scientology Takes a lot from me Financialy Scientology Gives a lot to me In spirituality Scientology Makes me me It's a part of me Scientology Completes me Whole-heartedly Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Ullalume Posted June 17, 2008 Share Posted June 17, 2008 That sounds like some cheesy song Valentin..But it is quite good! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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