Mrs.Chatterbox Posted September 23, 2009 Share Posted September 23, 2009 Ok, it's not a song and just a couple of lines.... :rolleyes: You enter the maze and you can see only haze no light, no sign no one to ask for derection where "you must do it by yourself" comes the voice to your head and you think:" god, you better would be dead". You see yourself going down the road there is noone to ask for how to decipher his note ant the shadows of the depths are hollow you all road cous noone can say which way you must go Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
onute Posted September 23, 2009 Share Posted September 23, 2009 ^pretty nice lines, Karolina.. ;) i can understand that. :hug: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
w1ll1am7 Posted September 23, 2009 Share Posted September 23, 2009 pretty simple, good job! what did everyone think of my lyric? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
onute Posted September 23, 2009 Share Posted September 23, 2009 ^your lyric is nice too, William! ;) its lovely and melodious. :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
w1ll1am7 Posted September 23, 2009 Share Posted September 23, 2009 thank you, I can post more if you'd like Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
onute Posted September 24, 2009 Share Posted September 24, 2009 Sure! ;) It would be nice. And dont hesitate to dedicate one for me! jk :lol: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mrs.Chatterbox Posted September 24, 2009 Share Posted September 24, 2009 ^pretty nice lines, Karolina.. ;) i can understand that. :hug: Thanx, I know it's simple, because I have writen it in less than 5 min. ;) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
w1ll1am7 Posted September 24, 2009 Share Posted September 24, 2009 Sure! ;) It would be nice. And dont hesitate to dedicate one for me! jk :lol: lol, well it all depends. and yes I can put up some more later today! :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
w1ll1am7 Posted September 29, 2009 Share Posted September 29, 2009 I am bumping this thread and posting yet another lyric here! well, a lyric and a poem. here we go ---------------------------------------- Space And Time Tell me a story Reach out your hand Give me a solid place to stand Tell me a story Of everlasting glory Everything I’m made to withstand With me is no space and time I live through all the rhythm and rhyme And in this perfect place of mind Nothing will get left behind With you One of a kind Under the riptide I’ll hide away Floods up to my waist Don’t you make haste Return my bed of roses Part the water like Moses But be wise of its thorns With me is no space and time I live through all the rhythm and rhyme And in this perfect place of mind Nothing will get left behind With you One of a kind Give me directions I won’t listen anyway Throw this to stray And we can forget today With me is no space and time I live through all the rhythm and rhyme And in this perfect place of mind Nothing will get left behind With you One of a kind --------------------------------- Ripples I’m staggering I’ve noticed things changing I often have no control I wish I was a skipping stone Going out to a point Then being pushed back to the start Who knows how further I’ll go Rough waves stop me from achieving But they don’t last as long as I do My journey’s long But I’ll find another shore In time for someone else to throw me away even though I don’t want to go… Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
djibou Posted September 29, 2009 Share Posted September 29, 2009 Wow. Very nice, very deep. I wonder where you get all your inspiration from. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
w1ll1am7 Posted September 29, 2009 Share Posted September 29, 2009 most of the time i just write, i tend not to have inspiration but just to write things down... Ripples did come to me as finding a new stage in life and how you end up with setbacks Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Best u Can Posted October 5, 2009 Author Share Posted October 5, 2009 I am bumping this thread and posting yet another lyric here! well, a lyric and a poem. here we go ---------------------------------------- Space And Time Tell me a story Reach out your hand Give me a solid place to stand Tell me a story Of everlasting glory Everything I’m made to withstand With me is no space and time I live through all the rhythm and rhyme And in this perfect place of mind Nothing will get left behind With you One of a kind Under the riptide I’ll hide away Floods up to my waist Don’t you make haste Return my bed of roses Part the water like Moses But be wise of its thorns With me is no space and time I live through all the rhythm and rhyme And in this perfect place of mind Nothing will get left behind With you One of a kind Give me directions I won’t listen anyway Throw this to stray And we can forget today With me is no space and time I live through all the rhythm and rhyme And in this perfect place of mind Nothing will get left behind With you One of a kind --------------------------------- Ripples I’m staggering I’ve noticed things changing I often have no control I wish I was a skipping stone Going out to a point Then being pushed back to the start Who knows how further I’ll go Rough waves stop me from achieving But they don’t last as long as I do My journey’s long But I’ll find another shore In time for someone else to throw me away even though I don’t want to go… I like these bro... Keep up the good work Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Best u Can Posted October 5, 2009 Author Share Posted October 5, 2009 it's been a while since I've shared something I wrote... Here's something I started tonight... don't know if I'll change it.... Untitled Draft The wax trickles over us War trickles on our souls The wax shields our burning sanity And scars our murderous hearts Our dancing shadow mesmerize the fool hearty They can't shield our minds forever The truth will set us free A few elitists are crafting their own demise To these monarchs of a failing rite, To these judges of pragmatic idiocy: Blow out the candle now Before your souls are set to flame. Or build your temple of hypocrisy And crumble from on high. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mrs.Chatterbox Posted October 11, 2009 Share Posted October 11, 2009 Something new, just written ;) And just one day, I've wrote a word and now look what I've got nothing real and no more truth all they left me there, to stand alone by my own. the teacher told me "you can't express your thoughs" but I have tried so hard I have turned my back to her, and Say:"adios" who are you to teach me how to live? you know nothing and you have nothing to give. I left my friend because of pride and I don't mind If you would left me too. because I know one day maybe today I'll find the love and I won't need to cover it from you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
heartswarm Posted October 11, 2009 Share Posted October 11, 2009 ^great work Eric and Shiver42! I really miss collaborating with you, Eric. I just wish it would happen again someday! :P I've never written anything since 2007. Now I need to start writing again. Here's the last poem I've written before my hiatus. (10 June 2007). I'm not sure if this has not been posted before. Remember Victoria with hair strawberry blonde that mischievous pixie who leaves trails of stardust Remember Victoria the one with angel eyes who traverse galaxies and doorways between worlds Remember Victoria a girl with radiant smile the earth is her playground; our terrestrial queen Remember Victoria the siren who I loved with lips gracefully sealed; ribbons adorn her feet { Forever, Victoria Down by the water She is safe (and sound) (But...but her eyes never seem to close...) } Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gitta Rensolo Posted October 11, 2009 Share Posted October 11, 2009 ^omg I remember your collaboration...omg...:wacky: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mrs.Chatterbox Posted October 11, 2009 Share Posted October 11, 2009 nice...and who is Victoria? :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
heartswarm Posted October 11, 2009 Share Posted October 11, 2009 ^omg I remember your collaboration...omg...:wacky: :laugh3: it was good!! @Shiver42 Victoria is a fictional character :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mrs.Chatterbox Posted October 12, 2009 Share Posted October 12, 2009 okay :) I like real characters more :D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
w1ll1am7 Posted October 12, 2009 Share Posted October 12, 2009 i'm glad this thread has some activity again! :) I shall be posting some more stuff soon! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mrs.Chatterbox Posted October 13, 2009 Share Posted October 13, 2009 Okay, waiting for new poems :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
w1ll1am7 Posted October 23, 2009 Share Posted October 23, 2009 my bad! here we go! ------------------------------------ Whether To Wonder The favorable sense Brought me amends That I knew Things can’t walk on water It witnessed miracles When I was tempted by the devil He showed me things From high above I’m sitting Whether to wonder Never capable of what I can be Always in wonder As I stutter and stumble Never capable Fly up to the clouds And hit the light switch Turn off God And scratch your itch I’m sitting Whether to wonder Never capable of what I can be Always in wonder As I stutter and stumble Never capable Not anything But existing Forever feelings Things I keep seeing I’m sitting Whether to wonder Never capable of what I can be Always in wonder As I stutter and stumble Never capable Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mrs.Chatterbox Posted October 25, 2009 Share Posted October 25, 2009 Hmmm...Interesting one...it looks you still looking for an answer :inquisitive: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yellow Hill Posted October 31, 2009 Share Posted October 31, 2009 El funeral más tétrico del Señor Payaso La naranja noche creció indebida pues la congoja había mascrado su vida entre penurias deformes sollozaban, pero no importaba, era puro invento Que desgarró a todos en pésimo momento. La desgracia se engalanaba de pimienta, que opacaba la poca esperanza arapienta, porque el día era lúgubre y nadie existía, el día era creciente absurdo, nadie parlaba pues el llanto franco sigiloso se postraba. Detestable apareció, maldito hasta los pies, una mierda de burla se traía para poner a todos a reír, ambiente sumo boyante, La gente soltó el rugido más desmoralizante. ¿Qué había que hacer?, la chacota era deprimente, Tal estupefacción les voló completa la mente Pasmados estaban todos, no lo pudieron entender y por tanto trastorno y locura lo mataron otra vez. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Best u Can Posted November 2, 2009 Author Share Posted November 2, 2009 Words Words I was hoping like a child whose eyes were shut from day I was dead, like the foliage that rests on soiled earth I was screaming like the wind It howls to me when no one does I was bleeding like desert sand sweeping across my skin I was heartless, and had given up on love I asked for the sting of death. If I wanted anything, it was your truth You are more than hope You are more than life You have two lives Both of us needed you You have two hearts beating in you You have two souls which depend on your breath You have what no one else has. You are the music I hear when I'm in the sky an explosion of air I waited in line just to see if you care* marching through hell, I'm sure I would march again again again You have two marching beats which depend on your breath You have two eyes in which there is now life and hope. You waited for me You waited You carried us through night You hid us in a safe chamber. I have no name for you yet except these words You are the marching beat to my beaten and bruised, injured travail You are the north star to my emancipation You are the realization to my seeking heart and the words to my silence. These words are more true than life and if not, God will strike me down There's a spirit that has poured on my head Words and feelings I don't understand like the other heart you hold, which doesn't know your meaning nor comprehends your worth which was valued through Christ's death and God strike me if I don't love you like him. I was hoping like a child whose eyes were shut from day. But now there are two hearts beating in your chest. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Recommended Posts
Create an account or sign in to comment
You need to be a member in order to leave a comment
Create an account
Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!
Register a new accountSign in
Already have an account? Sign in here.
Sign In Now