Pseudonym Posted August 6, 2008 Share Posted August 6, 2008 bump Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ManiG Posted August 6, 2008 Share Posted August 6, 2008 ^ Wow thats beautiful ! Love all the symbols, and metaphors! Heres a simple one i wrote, Coldplay inspired obv :) Untitled: They told me that 'nobody said it was easy no one ever said it would be this hard' Does anyone understand how I feel when those words run for the steal and take over every square inch of my body When passion turns to inspiration and anxiety turns to excitement you know theres nothing more left but the expression of this emotion How can others understand when i dont stand a chance myself At knowing what this feeling Is trying to tell me about itself The people around me are changing colours Or is it me, thats trying to fit in? I thought i knew her, but all i notice are her flaws Or is it the changes, making me fight for a lost cause? When i listen to this music, i become who i am Or, is that who i want to be? Along with the colours, the moods are changing But which me is really me? I tell them to 'Live life in the moment' And i was making the best of it too Until i started writing, Does writing bring out the best in me or the worst? They told me that 'nobody said it was easy no one ever said it would be this hard' Does anyone understand how I feel when all i wish i could do is steal those words and make them mine. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pseudonym Posted August 6, 2008 Share Posted August 6, 2008 ^I love it, but you already know that;) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ManiG Posted August 6, 2008 Share Posted August 6, 2008 Tehehe, thank you again :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lauve Posted August 13, 2008 Share Posted August 13, 2008 the wind lied down for the night we went to the place where they meet the stars in your eyes gave me fright that we might loose what we did find free my heart and free my mind now I am shivering to my feet Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lauve Posted August 13, 2008 Share Posted August 13, 2008 A little note A small paper A little hope Ah the wonder Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ManiG Posted August 14, 2008 Share Posted August 14, 2008 ^^ Thats beautiful ! It would be an awesome advert for like a notepad or something, as retarded as it sounds.... Dont get me wrong.. its got deeper meaning.. and it portrays that.. but it'd be something nice and diff, instead of those typical ads :) if u know what i mean? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lauve Posted August 15, 2008 Share Posted August 15, 2008 Well I had to think before I can reply, Manig. I am pleased that you like it. It is about something that is happening to me at the moment and also very universal. Easy for anyone to relate to. Did I pass a note did I receive a note about what .. what I liked is the 4 a's like sigh of relief.. But I am confused with the idea of using art in general for advertisement. Obviously younger people than I am are used to the fact. But to use emotions for selling products, well, you know, I think it is really one of the things that are fucking up the planet. Of course this short poetic thing is not art really but it's personnal. . only meant for colplaying friendly public. Maybe if they give looooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaads of money for copyright lol (had to make a silly joke). Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pseudonym Posted August 15, 2008 Share Posted August 15, 2008 Every day I see Every day I hear Every day I know Every day Is 1 day closer to the day when legally I can drink a beer :P Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lauve Posted August 15, 2008 Share Posted August 15, 2008 Excellent ! I bet it won't be just one :laugh3: It's nice the short style ain't it ? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ManiG Posted August 15, 2008 Share Posted August 15, 2008 Well I had to think before I can reply, Manig. I am pleased that you like it. It is about something that is happening to me at the moment and also very universal. Easy for anyone to relate to. Did I pass a note did I receive a note about what .. what I liked is the 4 a's like sigh of relief.. But I am confused with the idea of using art in general for advertisement. Obviously younger people than I am are used to the fact. But to use emotions for selling products, well, you know, I think it is really one of the things that are fucking up the planet. Of course this short poetic thing is not art really but it's personnal. . only meant for colplaying friendly public. Maybe if they give looooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaads of money for copyright lol (had to make a silly joke). I understand what you mean.. but how can you try and sell something without using emotions?... I mean, thats what would attract somebody to the product, whether it be a piece of paper, shoes, or a house.... i mean, how else would you sell it? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lauve Posted August 15, 2008 Share Posted August 15, 2008 Exactly ! Eveything is made to tempt you one way or other. And I cannot imagine that we are able to buy only what we need, the economy would collapse. Hence my confusion on how to reply. But I wish for the future of humankind that we solve this contradictions. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ManiG Posted August 15, 2008 Share Posted August 15, 2008 ^ Yeah i guess.... but in the end, the marketer is doing his job tempting the person into buying the product... whether the person purchases it or not, thats his/her decision/fault, not the marketers. as long as its not false advertising im cool with it.... every object can change your life... once again from a paper to shoes to a house... so you know, anything can happen right... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lauve Posted August 16, 2008 Share Posted August 16, 2008 From the marketer point of view, I have done that job in the past, you know everything is done to make the prospect into a client. How much free decision does the buyer really have, unless they educate themselves to verify and compare ? And who is really free to decide they dont want that CD or that Itouch ? Or the right shoes for feeling self assured with the boys, and the right house for saying "this is the kind of people we are", half comfort, half status, part childhood memories.. Now on the fact that an object can change your life, I am also in the paradox of wanting the right stuff for my house, my clothes etc. and finding myself regularly buying more and "collecting". How long does the kick last for that object to "change" my life ? I have worked on it and has become less. But so many people around me, and I know all over the world that can afford it, have this buying "addiction". Not to mention the fact that when we "need" something we put little regard as to the consequences for the planet. How much are we able to recycle ? And our precious computers, music devices etc. are also creating so much pollution, we dont even want to know. I dont have nightmares , I accept living in the contradiction, the only thing I can do is be aware and limit the damage , as much as possible.. I hope this conversation is not to pompous dear Manig I enjoy every chance to voice my opinion..;) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ManiG Posted August 16, 2008 Share Posted August 16, 2008 ^ No no! No worries at all, i like hearing different opinions... and theres never anything wrong with that! Your opinion is very true and very interesting, and i enjoyed reading it :D And i honestly dont even know what to say back! We have conversations like these in English class all the time, and we've even had a sort of similiar one about how we live in a branded world. Its great that your aware of what's occuring, and I wish that more people were. And as much as I wish that things would change, since I know nothing will change i rather just make the best? You know what i mean? Anyways, interesting conversation :) Thanks for the insight ! :D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lauve Posted August 17, 2008 Share Posted August 17, 2008 I have personnaly encountered ways to change things in my life and for the planet but it would be a bit awkward to develop here.. so anyway, until I dare making a thread about it... Thank you ManiG, keep on making the best of it ! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lauve Posted August 17, 2008 Share Posted August 17, 2008 L'attente est un bateau Un navire etoilé Une barque surchargée Ses voiles sont tendues Son ancre au fond de l'eau Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lauve Posted August 18, 2008 Share Posted August 18, 2008 Your write beautifully Einar. :nice: Thank you for posting (I just discovered the thread recently) At first this poem made me a little anxious. It reminded me of a friend who heard voices and saw invisible "people". I went to your myspace and heard your very beautiful music. Now I hope you are just invaded by real people : they are easier to thank away... When you become so popular people just want to be in your surroundings, to feel your energy, no ? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scribble127 Posted August 19, 2008 Share Posted August 19, 2008 Lovefool Kipling wrote that a man must be Willing to gamble for victory And if fortune should pass him by Never look back nor bat an eye On principle I must disagree I do not trust Lady Luck you see Too often have I let her choose Whether I win or whether I lose I'm understating when I say I've not always had it my way Fickle a mistress she must be In my time of need, to mutiny Which is why today, I must act Make with the devil a Faustian Pact Before Lady Luck rolls a die Before you blink and pass me by Convince myself it's a one way bet Better to know than to regret Trust Erasmus and play it cool Trust that "fortune favours the fool" - Summer 2008 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Best u Can Posted August 21, 2008 Author Share Posted August 21, 2008 EYES Tiny hairs wrap upwards in a calm smile; You're asleep - Behind - there are two spheres - Existential spheres; Unaware that I can see this, Trapped in some quasi-universe - Empty faces operate on your imagined brain; During an outer-body experience - You can see Tiny hairs wrapping upward - And you're smiling. No, it's just me, And you - unaware Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Best u Can Posted August 21, 2008 Author Share Posted August 21, 2008 A Tiny Approach to Death Musical insects - dangling; from the spider web, with a bony spider - recently plump - this web falls, fails; its frail dust collects. We will miss you. No dreams in the strings; just dangling beads - ancient catches - notes on a bar - that collects dust. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
miss capa Posted August 28, 2008 Share Posted August 28, 2008 A poem about a short story I read yesterday... Ivory & Ebony Her mind is idle She hears nothing but sound The mysterious songs Of a life not so long She caresses the keys Sees nothing but colour Rewarded with melody Singing curiously In her own world She knows nothing but time The lilt of a dance Rhythm of a chance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ManiG Posted September 12, 2008 Share Posted September 12, 2008 This is a very simple and immature one.. but i feel it goes well with the day today, 9-11.. considering i wrote it a long time ago.. based on those attacks What Right do they have? In the name of god, people have hope. In the name of god, people live. In the name of god, people believe. In the name of god, people KILL. What right do they have, To take a life? To separate a husband from a wife? To separate a child from its mother? Or a sister from her brother? Form a child’s hand is taken a toy, And replaced with guns to destruct and destroy. Soon that same child plants a bomb. To kill millions of people, yet he stays calm. “BOOOM!” the bomb bangs like thunder Starting from the sky to way down under. People running with entire rage As if they were trapped in some kind of cage. It was raining fire The orange drops strolling to the ground. Hurting people from all around. Many received the call, “I'm sorry miss, please don’t fall. But your fiancée is not to be found. We searched all of the ground.” What right do they have, To take a life? To separate a husband from a wife? To separate a child from its mother? Or a sister from her brother? These so called “people” kill. And say it was gods will. Their running yet standing still. Because the pain they cause is permanent. If they murder in the name of god, Then why do they run away? When they say that god, wants it this way? Do they not have a heart? They act like they do Because for the love of their people They execute as they do. Give back that child his toy, Don’t replace them with guns to destruct and destroy. A better world is all I ask. Where the loss of lives is something we lack. *i know its not like the greatest thing ever.. i was like 11 years old* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ManiG Posted September 20, 2008 Share Posted September 20, 2008 Admit Black and white are everywhere in sight two opposites, two extremes caught in a dramatic fight She hides behind the colours as she wonders at night will she admit, why shes in fright? Being honest to yourself is hard Being open to the world is hard Letting it get to your head, is easy And for the first time she admits, that she does not know where she wants to go She thinks about a women caught in a storm and instead of helping her conform she wonders why, she got dragged in the thunder the lightning and hail are too much to handle And all of a sudden she wishes she helped Why does she help when it gets to an extreme? Why not all that time that was left inbetween? its funny how time changes people or do people change over time? how certain situations make you wonder and certain, make me rhyme after all this, she still has so much to admit so much to learn, so much to emit lets just hope she finds the answers one day* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Best u Can Posted November 5, 2008 Author Share Posted November 5, 2008 this place is dead. Amid Arteries, Cursed Capillaries, Vociferous Veins Confused chemicals convolute the pure cycling solution. Oxygen breathes its sense into seeping corners. Jittery hands prove high concentrations of hormones. From deep in dark crevices, death emerges. Discoloration darkens dredges further. Fearing freedom has hid her honorable hand, Blood blindly bellows beneath shadows. Pushing pumped percentages less than prescribed, One palpitation's pressures arrive, To reverse the flow for a slow perpetual moment. "Oh" One breath outlasts the previous gasps. Some cells survive to consume those not alive. Inside his breast, much blood do his lungs ingest. The community cries, "Our abode cannot so contrive If we're to retrieve our master's life." A priest pardons carnal perceived sins, "May you see blessed paths in heaven." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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