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pogo
10th February 2002, 09:35
I wrote this one. It dosent have a name.

I impatiently wait
and repress my hate
but they it'll change
with time
I fight for my rights
and cause many fights
they say I'll grow up
in time
Oppressed once again
my rage hides within
I'll show you I'm strong
this time
I'll fight till the end
hear the message I send
we'll change the world
this time

Derar
11th February 2002, 09:04
( Revenge Of The Zombie ) - by Six feet Under

From the grave I will escape
Maggots crawl from out my skull
The worms they feed upon my brain
The life I lost I now regain

And my skin has molded green
Bullet holes through flesh and bone
Half my face rotted off
I wait to drink your fucking blood - blood!

Hunting - killing
Murderous - I'll cut your fucking head off!

A butcher's knife clenched in my fist
Revenge of the Zombie
Stabbing you to fucking death
Revenge of the Zombie
Hacking eyes right from your face
Revenge of the Zombie
I feed upon your dying brain
Revenge of the Zombie
To live your life in horrid pain
Revenge of the Zombie
Open sores start to decay
Revenge of the Zombie
New human beings I create
Revenge of the Zombie
From my spell you can't escape
Revenge of the Zombie

Moskitto
11th February 2002, 23:16
The Music from Digger, Called Popcorn I think, (I'll find it on morpeus)

Da Da Da Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da

redpeekay
12th February 2002, 03:05
red shroud constantly
edging closer to me
my doctrination!
pushes it back
but its here to stay
quietly
builds
in the blood

(Edited by redpeekay at 4:10 am on Feb. 12, 2002)

munkey soup
12th February 2002, 03:23
that's a rockin song, Moskitto

peaccenicked
14th February 2002, 22:41
A Farewell to Erin

an hour is a lang, lang time
when sweet it is remembered
a tune that fill'd the mountain pass
the moment that we enter'd


the weary warld is owre too sma'
the seasons mair the pity
A smile o'glee and enchantment
amidst the dole dank city


A poets blessed wi'many things
but canny count on money
nae spoken word within ma dream
I wish tae take that journey


Though devious pleasures can be sought
and certus there are plenty
I'm happier with a single thought
happier far wi' twenty


Now the transient tune must fade
and memories live to ponder
to tap the well of life's long spring
and lea'e ue free tae wonder

I Bow 4 Che
16th February 2002, 18:02
Well heres a really horrible one that i wrote (and you CAN judge me because im 11 and dont really know enough about the "real world" but whateevr) anyway..we had to do a persona poem and for those of you not familiar with that, it is a poem where you become an inanimate object(can you guess what I was) here it is:

Why does she cry?
Why must I reflect this pain?
I become the tattered clothes
I represent these bleeding eyes
But when-
When she smiles passed me
gazing deep into me
I feel warm and soft
like melted chocolate in a lighthearted hand
These times when she smiles
Her expression is gratifying
Her laughs are ample
But this is rare
My regard will not help her out of anguish
I sympathize to heal this wounded soul
But I remain motionless in the corner of this vacant room
Hand to glass and heart to metal
tears blurring her cold stare
I shatter to pieces against the wall
She stumbles from frustration and falls
Broken glass in her hand
A wasted dream in her hand
A salty tear in her hand
Me, in her hand
Her rage is my death
from this cage I have left
For when the glass broke
I broke
Free-

guerrillaradio
18th February 2002, 15:07
Gimme an honest opinion:

WHITE COLLAR SLAVE

To what you’ll never have
To what you’ll never be
For when you finally realise
You’re a created entity
For when you’re finally sad
For when you finally see
You’re just a small statistic
In the production line slavery

You know, you really believed it
You thought you were really free
And you thought you’d found it
Some kind of identity
You thought you really liked this
Office mediocrity
But no, you’re just a being
Devoid of humanity

White collar slave

Mister fat cat businessman
Tells me how to behave
What I should be wearing
What I should do to be saved
Joe Bloggs is now a robot
In this world, so new and brave
Joe Bloggs is now a robot
A white collar slave

Kez
18th February 2002, 15:40
mosk, that song was the best thing to come outta the 80's
aswell as myself, and my comrades here

comrade kamo