Songs and Poems

[Omega]

Are any of you song writers or poets? If so share some of your work.

[kaphwan]

Most of my stuff is gay emo poetry, which although of a good quality, is something I doubt people here would enjoy.
Edit: Screw it.

Futility
Your face changes, as does your name
But the message you bring is always the same.
There isn't a point, in trying for love
When it seems you're cursed, from forces above.

One day it will change, or so people say
Though I've no incentive to live day by day.
I fall without heed and I emerge scarred
With copious failure my love life is marred.

Who knows who and what awaits me ahead?
Pessimistic I am, despite what they've said.
"Hey you'll find someone, be happy again."
They say it alot, they don't tell me when.

What hurts me the most, what makes it so tough
Is that afterwards I feel that I'm not good enough.
Were I better looking, more strong, more smart
Maybe he would say "yes" and I'd have a start?

Anonymous*
I don't know where these feelings came from
But does it really matter?
They're real, they're true, requited too
Without you I am shattered.

They're feelings I know I can't express
I realise that you're taken.
Your gaze, your praise, lights up my days
Your absence leaves me shaken.

You're love, you're joy, you're pain and sorrow
Although you never mean it.
A side I hide, conceal inside
And no one's ever seen it.

You say you'd love to see the me
I don't let others see.
I'm scared to share pain I can't bear
It seems I cannot be.

*It's named after someone. Don't ask why I won't let random people know who I wrote this for.

Aquarius
I thought that someone cared for me
But that was a mistake.
I thought it safe to share my pain
Your empathy was fake.

You know you helped me realise...
It's easy to get burnt.
I'm enchanted, mesmerised...
And queasy but I've learnt.

Love is a feeling from which I'm reeling,
I haven't respite from the pain.
I compose pointless rhymes from these terrible times,
I know this will happen again.

And a song, thus untitled.

I used to be sure I, was here for a reason
Back when life was simple, and me free of reins.
It's cold when you're lonely, and right now I'm freezing.
The stalactites piercing my heart's withered veins.

chorus pending

[ScratchedAt]

I don't even know WHY i'm posting this...but before I do... I need to rant briefly...

I'm not a stiffler on spelling, nor do I have a certain "rhyming style" for most of my poetry. I write exactally what I'm feeling at the time and try not to falsify it with a bunch of corrections...

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Heaven Sent

Here's to the hope and love I've waited to see
Who would've thought that we would get this far
And now you realize that this person is really me
And all that's left to do is jump into the car


Now its time to get away
Make the best of all our days
Watch the sunrise in the morning
And read the dreams in eachothers eyes

Make the best with what we have
Healed from all that is gone
We are stronger than they've ever known
And we refuse to be a lost cause


So let them take our pictures
Put the cameras in our face
We are moving at an alarming rate
Can they keep up with our pace?

And when all is said and done
We've no regrets, we've just had fun
So three cheers for tonight
For you, me and everlasting love

The bags are packed and we're almost out the door
We turn around and look at what we're leaving
We've loved the times
The good and bad
The complicated, happy and sad
But we can't stay stuck here
Not anymore
Theres so much left for us to explore

Now its time to get away
Make the best of all our days
Watch the sunrise in the morning
And read the dreams in eachothers eyes

Make the best with what we have
Healed from all that is gone
We are stronger than they've ever known
And we refuse to be a lost cause

And now the sun is settling down
The day is coming to an end
I kiss you softly on the cheek
And thank God for what he's sent

[Omega]

Wow, this is some really good material guys! Anyone else here ready to come out of the poetry closet?

[Ihsiin]

All (or at least most) of my poems only ever seemed like a good idea at the time. I might dig out a few later, though.

[Dralor]

Ha ha I have millions well actually that is exagerrated but there is a lot lost somere in the 20k page thread that I don't feel like digging through for them.

[Jesus]

The 20k Thread was a great place for song writing. I wrote Mississippi Derge in thta thread...

[NoZ]

Im in the middle of writing this one,


First on the top, now on the ground,
This whole game got switched the fuck around.
All these fake ass niggas be talkin shit,
Ya'll better back down befo ya get hit.
You all seem to be up frontin with me
I beat yo faggot face back to 2003.
Run up on ya, grippin my gat,
Roll down the window, "Rata tat tat".

Man my lyrics are just so dope,
They'll make your damn head race,
Yo brain just strugglin to cope,
My fist flies out and hit u in the face.
My rhymes are so damm serious,
I speak my thoughts and my mind.
Have you runnin' scared, hidin' mysterious,
Slingin' crack, niggas' on the grind.

The game is alot bigger than you think
You watch it all your life.
Stand back for a second, blink!
Its gone, switched by a knife.
I've been here, livin from the start,
Shit stays the same, live by the gun
Stand up for my thoughts, think with my heart.
Never backing down, never gonna run.

Living in fear, no hiding like a coward,
Slippin and fallin, cant stand up.
All my thoughts and dreams devoured,
Starin' down the barrel, Bang! I drop.
Fuck the fear! Fuck dying!
Imma do a 187 on yo, squeezin a tec,
Yo bitch and yo momma cryin'.
Yo full holes, big like shaq'.


I got a clip full of telfon,
A vest full of kevlar.
Yo hit, yo gone.
A chest full of lead.
Nigga got a bullet in his head.
So many niggas dyin',
Lots of niggas lyin'.

No more losin'
No more choosin'.
Niggas crunk,
High on skunk.
Bitches frontin'
Killas huntin'
Half dead in ICU,
Imma finish it, comin' for you.

Niggas done lost their mind,
Bitches and lil dogs on the grind.
Crack game takin' you prisoner,
But you too desperate to care.
I can’t turn back,
Livin’ without respect.
Spittin’ down the mic,
Caught in the hype,
The whole shit stops
Like “911, bitch call the cops”.
I freeze,
Gotta turn it round
180 degrees
Make some noise, make some sound






-edit- Added more of it, Im still writing, atleast 8 verses to go -edit-

[kaphwan]

I wrote this one at work today. In about five minutes, unchanged. Then I made gravy.

Life is the Limit

It's compassion you feel, and not hatred concealed,
That motivates you day by day.
And then try as I might, I just can't escape Christ
Or the messages he has to say.

"But you don't have to be!", To this I disagree.
My tendencies won't change, you see.
To keep goodness intact, I shall NOT be barebacked!
Promiscuity's not for me.

No prizes guessing who inspired me to write it.

[Boggy700]

I have been known to dabble in wordplay every now and then.

Here's a little something I wrote, from Random Forum.

*ahem*

I prefer a flat cut crisp.
to a crinkle cut chip.
But
not if I am to mean 'chip'
as in the way I mean to say it.
("HOT"-)
-Not to digress or waver from discussing the best flavor of crisp.
Speaking subjectively,
subtly salted sliced
potato niceness
highlights the tastebuds on my tongue
to heights more hastily second to none.
Now not declaring decisions so stubbornly closed to those whose salt is secondary.
But I'd sooner that they bit me. Only
my feelings don't stretch to that degree.
So not really.
And I agree with those who believe
in the power of PRINGLES.

[kaphwan]

I don't normally do the Free Verse thing, but I make exception here.


Your sandy brown hair flows from your crown
With erraticism that mirrors your spontaneous nature
Pleasing to the eye, soft to the touch.

Your loving eyes and friendly smile
Pierce my lonely, aloof exterior
With the guile of a skilled swordsman.

Small mounds adorn your face, and that of any other teen.
They trouble you needlessly.
I know that perfection could never be tarnished.

Your warm presence illuminates my day;
Without you there is nothing, it seems
A dull existence - for existing is all you do
In a life where you cannot love and have him love you too.

Is it right to call this feeling love?
You're the only one who ever could, could make me feel complete
Who can fill the void within me where, a human heart once beat.