This is the thread for strangers to post your lyrics and poems, and comment on one another's.

I don't think we need a separate thread for each budding Byron.

P.s. Try to keep the criticism constructive please. This is intended as a sanctuary for poemos, so as to save the rest of the forum.

*This is for poems or lyrics you've written yourself. If you want to post other people's stuff you can use the Random Lyrics thread.*

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Last modified on 2011-02-16 12:27:19 by azkm

So azkm gets a stickied thread and I don't?  *sobs*

An urban haiku:

I ain't clownin dog

Aight?

We all wave

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Wendy O Williams attempted suicide by hammering a knife into her chest - That's Punk Rock!

hahahaha

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SongMeanings Underling

well og_tool's haiku is pretty lonely, so I'll post something.  Don't worry, I won't make a habit of it.  

How I Cut When I Cut Myself

I cut

a quarter inch right

a half inch down

quarter inch right

half inch down.

Useless.

I am fucking useless.

So I cut

half inch up

quarter inch right

half inch up

quarter inch right

and then

I

cut the last bit

right.

These are not for you.

All these inches

(I'm doing it right now)

all these clicks

(I'm still doing it right now)

are for me.

Rich.

Filthy.

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SongMeanings Slut

Oh, I meant to say that this 'poem' was inspired by ZinbobDan's comment that he cut himself

...on the towel rack getting out of the shower.  Just fyi.

(I'm not really a cutter, guise, in case no one got the joke)

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beautiful man, i cried. like seriously this poem consoled my lonely broken heart.

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People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use.

I thought that was pretty artsy fartsy even though you weren't serious. 

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Wendy O Williams attempted suicide by hammering a knife into her chest - That's Punk Rock!

lol.  Self-mutilation as "performance art" has actually been done quite a bit before.  Pretty disturbing.  If you ever get any artists in your ward...run!

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myspace.com/astidesturn

(name change sooonn)

what up! im dustin. if youd like to hear these songs so you can actually know what im saying hit up our myspace? id like to hear your opinions.

we are playing shows more rapid and diverse locations

peace :{)

song names written by the rest of band >besides "Brothel Betrothal"

'EFFERVESCENT'

with legacies now gutted the mourners mask their apathy, mirroring apostasy

save your stigma for my newly arisen priapism, sexy mortuism

suspended over horrors hardening

asphyxiated terra terrors

wake me up when we reach the sea

riptides to rip you apart, waves crash against your inner thighs

send my regards to neptune, another lipless dame punging into the deep

the maelstroms vast an surely mighty, merely my gloryholes

from these gory ocean hoes

another lifeless frame, that beauty once knew by name

now for this fate to feign

leviathin

wear these bitches bones thin.

she went to waterbed funeral dressed

i slid the finishing touches around her neck

and columbian tied it.

the hagfish would have kissed away those pursing lips if you

had any left, if you wouldve had any left anymore

i stole you from the shore.

i took you to where the ocean touches the sky

i buried you where the ocean touches the sky.

now you must find your way back to

find your way back to him now

now you must find your way to

back to

neptune

you knew id get you wet, be it with your own severed head

or my one hand grasping your neck

you knew id get you wet, before miss your eloquence met its end, bloody.

the horizin draws a vile line,

we'll cross it by tonight

 'TWO STONES ONE BIRD'

i wouldnt trade her smile for the fucking universe

the stars can suck my dick, id rather stare into her eyes

hearing her laugh leaves me hating every other sound

and everytime she opens her mouth, i wish i was inside

you are the cutest corpse i have ever seen

your disassembly is part of me.

this girl i met is the shit.

centuries shall not bar my advance towards my gilded beloved

always shining with vehemence, my duchess outrules all the rest

a witness to her vitality, though id die to keep her soul ablaze

these mortal shells are merely a pose, in photos years spent in love will show

time will not tell, if years wont speak

sorry i yelled, a sound dear if you please

pulling my heartstrings when she strums

her guitar and sings of

lovers and lifedreams

and this girl loves me.

or at least she did last week.

our souls be post-mortemly harnessed in the leaves of trees

the universe condones in purple smoke that dimensions release

centuries shall not bar my advance towards my gilded beloved

always shining with vehemence, my duchess outrules all the rest

a witness to her vitality, though id die to keep her soul ablaze

these mortal shells are merely a pose, in photos years spent in love will show

 'BROTHEL BETROTHAL'

All hail the almighty

these bitches know how to roll.

drown lest we left betrayed, our emblems mount

yet i cant let her toothless mouth lay claim

to a, marooned glory, cuz i carved her phantom in lace

butchered across docks they layed her architecture asunder

a vipers pit for the virgin

shaped like a woman, serpent curved and youthful

she surrenders her citadel to those legions stiffening

symmetry split up on a myriad of spits

loathe the girl? i worship her advocate

her image enthralls me, for its accursed qualitys

the sixth seal rehearsed over, again

she languishes, lavished so many savages

no weep neath the waves that lapped against your back

no madonna, you whore

insects insignia marks this concubine ours

a fury at her deep throat, a funeral forbode

full of herself she now bloats, relinquishing to those

who lilted the rythmic swaying of sharks on her tongue

forsaking the emblem in sluts embodied

...

she holds the snake in her left hand

it hisses and slithers down her pants

'CHARGE THE GATES' 

Violins, galore to,

a blessing for the passing, of this holy whore

for those we, so hopelessly, abhor

i pray the grave will hold you as tightly

tip your hat to oblivion, bid farewell for your lord

the casket will be closed, ill look upon your face no more

as the blackened moment fade into one anothers grave,

i leave a worthless memory veiled in the past.

should any broken body stain, any disciple of pain

should i dessicate the way, trod on in haste?

with vital wrath, onward i seek

falling not into the arms frailtys keep.

making a claim, in the name of the flame,

haters need failures to aim and place blame for their fate

with vital wrath, onward i seek

falling not into the arms frailtys keep.

making a claim, in the name of the flame,

haters need failures to aim and place blame for their fate

i must have failed to don the shroud worn, by saviors

on the brink of a new era, born, to the depth

tip your hat to oblivion, bid farewell for your lord

you view shed lights, within veiled sights

a vestal blight, i pray the grave holds you as tight

vomit the swallowtailed, and shit on empathy

the latest wane returns the lifeless to the cemetary

i'll lay your ghostly shape, back to sleep

malisciously and piece by fucking pieeecce.

-the gasping mouth of faith submerged, held under by my hand

within the poison lands, an overflowing need to purge dispelled in agony

with vital wrath, onward i seek

falling not into the arms frailtys keep.

making a claim, in the name of the flame,

haters need failures to aim and place blame for their fate

with vital wrath onward i seek

fall not into the arms that frailties keeps

i pray the grave, holds you as tightly

i pray the grave, holds you as tight as

i pray the grave, holds you as tight as

me.

youll never walk to this earth again, walk from my plank into the deep end.

faking means to dead ends, vanity's victim to behead

^ you're pretty talented.

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People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use.

hey thanks!!! i aprreciate that dawg :))

did you check out the band possibly?

no, but with what you compared it to, i think i'm going to.

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People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use.

World not for living….

Life Ends only when you get to Die

Dead ends, are hard to mend

Life wont grow a pathway

Your body cannot move that way

The day has come where you have to walk the road that they made for you

But the shadow of the Predecessor is Cold and Dark.

This Life is laughable, But these

Lines hurt to write, the pin stings me and these Keys do damage to

The heart that already tries to beat on the average

Giants-shoes filling day.

Welcome to a world were you can’t laugh and play, unless you got

A reason, cause Poems are just the heart trying to get by,

Cause breathing just for passing time.

So that’s why I try my hardest,

but when the answer is just another matter that I can’t understand…

holy shit

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what's the holy shit for?

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People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use.

Who is the "predesessor"?

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Wendy O Williams attempted suicide by hammering a knife into her chest - That's Punk Rock!