Poetry Contest

[Hate Is Art]

Why don't we have a poetry contest? We each can submit one poem on a certain subject and then vote for the winner, make it monthly maybe? or bi-weekly?

First Subject is going to be falling inlove!

Something simple and something simple that we can all relate to!

[commieboy]

this one started as a song i wrote with a friend of mine for our former band.

Knowing you’re only inches away
Makes me just want to say
That I’m in love
I--- I’m in love
That I’m in love
I--- I’m in love
That I’m in love

You think that we’re just friends
But I hope all that shit ends
Cause I’m in love
I--- I’m in love
Cause I’m in love
I--- I’m in love
Cause I’m in love
I--- I’m in love

Every time you hold my hand
I just don’t understand
Why I don’t just pull you close
And tell you what I’ve wanted to the most
That I love you
Oooh yes it’s true
That I love you
Oooh yes it’s true
I love you

All we’ve got is this friendship
But it’s turning to shit
Cause I’m in love
I--- I’m in love
Cause I’m in love

[(*]

What is love
Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
no more

Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
no more
What is love
Yeah

Oh I don't know
why you're not fair
I give you my love
but you don't care
So what is right
and what is wrong
gimme a sign

:D

[hawarameen]

thats a song right? i mean an actual song.

i have a few love poems hard to chose especialy when your drunk!

anyway this is mine.

you taught me how to cry
you taught me how to laugh

sitting together on those hot summer nights
we hadnt a care in the world, we had ourselves
the sun was shinning for the two of us

you taught me how to love
you taught me how to be loved

in winter we kept ourselves warm
with our love we had our own fire
it was always summer with us

you showed me how to be happy
you made life exciting again

so we gave ourselves to each other
i'll be yours and you'll be mine
and im sure we'll both be just fine!

i love you.

[(*]

Originally posted by [email protected] 17 2004, 09:56 PM
thats a song right? i mean an actual song.


lol. Yeah

[Pathos]

i've got one........


i am glass / she sees through my translucent skin / i am an insect / and she would come down and kiss this skin / oh clouds take me away / in her arms i want to stay / she holds my truculent skin / SHE IS MY ECSTASY / I NEED NO OTHER DRUG / she is the perfect drug / she is that one that i can love / pain was held / it burned our hands / when she touches my scars they turn to sand / but she cant hear the vast calling / her ears are plugged with love / she says it doesn't matter / my love is all she would have of me / there's not much left to ponder / not much left to live / i will crawl up inside her / i will crawl up inside her / and in the ancient mirror / i will see / her behind me /holding me / there she is / as she always is / the beautiful one / holding the saddest dreams / and as i crawl up inside her / i will clear out her the evil things

[Hate Is Art]

Submission until Saturday in 2 weeks time, 1st August, then we vote on who's poem is best. My entry.

Tide's moves to the flows of our moods.
It's beaitful yes, like the waters around my ankles.
Fresh sea air drifts us apart.
Silence breaks my heart.
What ever happened to us? What ever happened to me?
I can't remember how I fell in love,
Hand in glove,
two spoons,
you and me.

You are Beatiful, stay beatiful forever.

[Ziggy]

it was either this one or the one about the couple that dies
too bad she ripped out my heart shortly after i wrote this

UNTITLED 2.
Sitting on a bench in the park
watching the boats roll by, the gulls glide by
there we are hand in hand
I put my arm around your shoulder gently
we look into each other's eyes, slowly we move towards each other
our lips lock in eternal embrace
feeling our bodies entwine
it's a dance that we have engaged, a tango of the souls

[Palmares]

Okay, I've dug up some old poems I have done (is that okay?), and two at that (is that okay? If not, use the second one). I wrote them when I actually was in love, so I would rather use them then write one now (errr... you know, the getting over your ex period).

Bonita

Bonita,
Your hair,
Your face,
Your smile,
Your eyes,
Your love,

I look upon you with blinded eyes,
My dark eyes against your ethereal light,
Empty days now with meaning,
Your love is my life,
Is my love yours?

Your hair is like woven silk,
Your smile the sunset against my eyes,
Your eyes of blue steel pierce my heart,
Your love... is not yet mine,

In my dreams you are mine,
You are the wind against my hair,
You are the tears of my encrusted eyes,
You are the warmth of my cold heart,

Helen of Troy is nothing to me,
You are my 'belladonna',
You are my Bonita,
Will you be mine Bonita?

:blink:

EDIT: I finally noticed it was stated 'one' poem. :lol:

[STI]

I met her
I have no feelings
Because I am an angst-filled Emo kid.

[pandora]

Remembrance Becomes a Love Discovered
Across the room I saw you,
Sweat glistening from my pores,
All we've known,
All we've suffered,
Brought home.

You look at me with fear,
Confused,
Afraid to open,
But wanting to be inside,
MY HEART!

I speak to you through abstract terms,
Playing your heart like a drum,
Your eyes are soft on me,
I observe your tattoos,
Your hands,
Your arms,
Your memories, our pain,
And breathe, deeply, my love for you,
After all these years.

I remember a joke,
And who said it,
After walking in the stars,
Meditating in the sanctuary,
I sob from my abdomen,
Into my pillow,
The punchline into the night,
The next morning, I promise,
I will remember when I look at you.

When I awake,
And leave the forest cottage,
I hear my name,
"Pandora,"
So weakly, in the morning behind me,
I think I am hearing the voice,
Speak out of the past,
A shiver from my spine,
Vision, Mirage, Hallucination,
Speak to me,
I spin on my heels,
Piercing the trees behind me with my gaze,
Like a form from the air itself,
Between the trees, you emerge,

It is you,
Your eyes are red.
You are soft, dressed in black.
My stomach is sorrow,
That you have sadness too.

You come to me,
And hold me,
Oh so gentle, as if we were made of eggs.
The morning song,
My tears weep,
When I think of all our friends who have died.

I wish you love,
and will not cage you in,
Fly away from me,
To new friends,
And a better life,
Than the one we knew,
As children.
So much joy I have for you,
Be free.

Breathe,
I love you,
Breathe,
This golden illumination,
Pure unadultered joy
And I will be free as well
From all that has passed
The river.
That we swim against,
So desperately
Together.

[Hate Is Art]

Keep um coming, it's all good, I especialy like Ziggys.

[DaCuBaN]

This was initially a song, but I feel it carries such poetic weight it is a must addition.

"Om"

[The Forum Idiot]

I have a song which is more of a love song for someone rather than about someone.....i gave my only copy of the finished version to the girl i love....i'll see if i can rmember the edits i made...

here goes, its a pure song rather than poem but ist a very poetic song:

Beauty Amplified
I used to think
As I cried
My heart would sink
Felt as though I had just died
But then my life gets great
I see her eyes
And what I must say I hate
The first five lines now feel like lies
The golden hair
It makes me stare
Her lovely face
her happy eyes
Thoughts of heaven
Thoughts of hell
The perfect number, number seven
It rings a bell
And so I stare into her eyes
Prettier than the bright blue skies
Which don’t exist
When its her you can’t resist
Amazing girl
Lights up my world
her eyes remidn me of
A crystal pearl
The golden hair
It makes me stare
Her lovely face
her happy eyes....

Its very cheesy but hey....its a love song, and About A Girl was cheesy....

[Hate Is Art]

its good, very sweet :wub:

[Knowledge 6 6 6]

LOVE

Love...

How one desires you,
How one lusts for you,
How one bends over backwards for you,
How one craves for you...

Love,

Oh when the time is right,
When the right feelings are there,
When we all mature enough,
When we will appreciate the state...

Love,

What it does to oneself,
What effects it has on our being and soul,
What dawn it may bring,
What fear it may envision...

Love,

Who wouldn't want such a feeling,
Who would dare blasphemize the name,
Who would disrespect and throw dirt on its sacredness,
Who would care enough to disrespect it so...

Love,

Why have you come?
Why have you persistently made your presence known,
Why have you wanted to stay,
Why do you not want to leave me....

Love,

Oh how I quest for you,
Oh how I adore you,
Oh how I envy you..

How I DESPISE you love!
How I HATE this state of being,
How I HATE this feeling inside,
Oh how I HATE this attachment,
How I hate the state of love...

Love?

As much as I'd love to hate you,
I yearn for you...I need you,
I'd kill for you...
I need you,

Love...

-Knowledge 6 6 6

[The Forum Idiot]

God damned that was good.....


Vote me.

Btw mine is suposed to be at a similar speed to the Echo And The Bunnymen song "Silver". I did write all the lines myself though, but I wrote them to Silver's speed.

[rahul]

some say love is Loss Of Valuble Education
just leave their words.
live in a feeling love is to Look Observe Verify Enjoy.!!
love is just mixture of l,o,v&e.
it is related to l,i,f&e
LOVE is in movies
LOVE is in dramas
LOVE is in books
LOVE is in souls
LOVE IS IN LIFE
AND REMEMBER LOVE IS REVOLUTION!!!!!!



a true revolutionary can be guided through a feeling of true love

---------


che

[Faceless]

ode to that strange sensation...

there is a tightness in my chest,
my heart begins to race,
a sweat of anticipation,
my legs about to give way,
is this love I feel for you,
holy shit,
what the fuck am I talking about,
someone get a fucking doctor,
I'm having a heart attack here!

[Eastside Revolt]

I can't belive I just noticed this thread.

Horse Blinder

Oasis
Teasing
Tactical tricks
I scramble towards
Carrot on a stick
I watch from afar
Wheezey in need
Crocodiles dominate
Non-struggling feed
Nothing else matters
She done roped a dope
All of the others
Steadily smoking you like a hoe
You.... Continually fucked, dumped
Played for months
Me.... Singularly punked, dumped
In the gutter for chumps
Hopeful Hopelessness
Love filled Tunel Vision
Horse Blinder

[Pawn Power]

Loveless

love is meaningless
love is pointless
love is faceless
love hopeless
love is senseless
love is needless
love is aimless
love is worthless
what do we have, but love

[Ziggy]

I especialy like Ziggys.
greatly appreciated :D
just for the hell of it i'm gonna put another one of my love poems, though untitled no. 2 is my submission.

The Mourner
As Claire died in her bed
Billy’s tears fell on her head
At her burial he could speak
Not a word, nor a squeak
Time rolled on, but not Billy’s heart
Friends tried to help but to no prevail
He just stayed in his house
Never left his bed, till one day
A friend suggested he visit her grave
He did, came alone with fourteen roses
One for each year of their love
Billy came more and more each day
Soon he would sleep there night and day
Finally, his body could no longer take it
Billy died on Claire’s grave
Together at last

i just wish i could find my poe style poem, i gotta learn to archive my work better....

[pandora]

The Camp.
You walked into my tent
The horse camp
The sound of snow,
The world swam before my eyes,
The window between the worlds
Opened for a minute,
And I remembered you,
From another life,

I asked,
"Is this happening,"

"Yes it is"
you replied,
"Will you take my hand?"

"Yes I will."

Sometimes so simple,
It's a miracle,
Among those for whom,
A word is a bond,
For whom one would fight,
To the death,
Now it's so much more complex.

[Valkyrie]

:):) Good entries!

Mine was a little vicious so I took it down to keep the peace between me and my ex. He doesn't like me telling his dark secrets.

[Subversive Pessimist]

Been sitting here two hours trying to write about the only girl I've ever truly loved... Sometimes feelings so strong, deep, and intense can't be put down on a piece of paper.

[che's long lost daughter]

The poems here are really great. I really love your works Pandora.

Will everyone be allowed to vote for the best poem? And, what would be the price if there is any?

[Subversive Pessimist]

Ugh, personally, I hope we won't have a price... There are more important things in this world then profit :)

[che's long lost daughter]

A Che button from Malte would be nice ;)

[hawarameen]

Originally posted by [email protected] 24 2004, 04:30 AM
greatly appreciated :D
just for the hell of it i'm gonna put another one of my love poems, though untitled no. 2 is my submission.

The Mourner
As Claire died in her bed
Billy’s tears fell on her head
At her burial he could speak
Not a word, nor a squeak
Time rolled on, but not Billy’s heart
Friends tried to help but to no prevail
He just stayed in his house
Never left his bed, till one day
A friend suggested he visit her grave
He did, came alone with fourteen roses
One for each year of their love
Billy came more and more each day
Soon he would sleep there night and day
Finally, his body could no longer take it
Billy died on Claire’s grave
Together at last

i just wish i could find my poe style poem, i gotta learn to archive my work better....
You NEVER wrote that, come on that's Bard material there!

way better than your first one

AN AWSOME POEM ZIGGY!

[Ziggy]

i feel so loved ^_^ , eggman you made my day!
(its a dream of mine to be a bard...)

[rahul]

the only way to appreciate this thread is to continue this thread and then we will gather the money and lets make this a book of poems and publish it!

oket?

[Mr. Krinklebein]

My entry...TEEHEEHEE. You'll have to look for the hidden meanings in this one. Trust me, they're there; you just have to know how to look for them. ;) So far, mine wins the prize for the most bizarre, esoteric, encrypted entry - but hey, a prize is a prize. Right? :lol:

Of Fascism and Flamingos
An old man who didn't believe in smores
Whose name was Friedrich Nietzsche
Pencil grippers, rubber pencil grippers
Why do they wear baggy pants in hot climates?
If but we could be as the Chinese
Throwing away 4olds with one child per family
It looks more like a muppet than a church
Protestats eat turkey on Christmas eve
Japanese shoes that are flip flops with socks
Did he die of the Black Death?
The Red Scare? The Yellow Peril?
Caused by Richard Milhous Nixon
We live in fear of this apparition
Plastic, ugly plastic, in the '50s it was cool
Why are math teachers in the anal phase
That word makes me think of ET
Drew Barrymore was in his family (I think)
It's just paper, so throw it away
Why can't people count? Cap'N Crunch
Knows how to count. Oh wait, that's Count
Chocula. The other one's cereal cuts the
roof of your mouth. Beastly, beastly practicioner
of pain. Doctor, don't do that again
I'd rather be a dentist, then perhaps I would know
why we have wisdom teeth, when we are not wise.
Kid, you'll shoot out your eye.
My father was a politician
But then I shot him with a wiffle-waffle gun
Eenie, meenie, minie, mo
Catch a whiffer-waffer by its toe.
When it hollers, give it a tug boat
That went to Hell on a midnight bus
Just like the song, "Miss Susie had a steamboat"
The rest is hard to tell, all I know is that
The steamboat went to hell.
It really is quite obvious, so don't you know?

[Mr. Krinklebein]

For those of you who didn't quite 'get' my poem (I'm sure there are a lot) - think of flamingos; how they are brightly colored and stand on only one leg. It does mean something, but to find its meaning you must know what to look for. ;)

[che's long lost daughter]

Digital Nirvana said the poem should be about falling in love...

[hawarameen]

and the last thing you want to do is piss digital nirvana off!

[rahul]

lalalalalalalalalav

love is devine between two blood relatives

love is great between two friends

love is funny between two passengers

love is love between two lovers

love is revolution betwwn two comrades.

[rahul]

love is blue between two lovers

--------green between two negros
-------- blue between two bulls
-------yellow between two yankees
-------gray between two ghosts
------and finally
________its red between two revolutionaries

[Karo de Perro]

Poetry contest? ... no ... not for me ... however,I would like to repost two poems I had composed and posted at this site many moons ago ... and these are ...



In a distant crowd a voice cries
drifting upward then quickly it dies

Down to the earth on bended knees
moaning words of anguish,words that bleed

A fistful of dirt I take in hand
considering its texture and the fate of man

I bow my head but I dare not pray
for who but I hear the words I say

I peer into the darkness and scream within
blessed am I the most cursed of men

Unfettered by riches and bound to the earth
knowing the poverty of greed and the soul of worth

We are all born the same and likewise die
all this needless separation I must ask why

Were I to have your riches and you had my poor name
we d each be different but the injustice remains

Bury now these riches and mark not their grave
and talk not of the wealthy nor the gifts they gave

But let us sing of our redemption and the good we have done
for the wall is removed and you and I are now one -Karo

and ...


Give to the rich man the poor mans cup
force him to dip in the mire and take a sup

Then place before him a simple empty bowl
and make him eat of nothing by which to fill his soul

And once he complains of his dire need
remind him of his once opulence and greed

Then let us rally to his palace and tear off the roof
so the heavens may know and the earth bear proof

That liberation has come and has swept the land
declaring henceforth and forever the brotherhood of man - Karo

[Mr. Krinklebein]

Originally posted by che's long lost [email protected] 26 2004, 01:57 PM
Digital Nirvana said the poem should be about falling in love...
Be not so presumptuous. Three lines of mine are about love. Seek, and you shall find. :)

[hawarameen]

Originally posted by Karo de [email protected] 26 2004, 08:43 PM
Poetry contest? ... no ... not for me ... however,I would like to repost two poems I had composed and posted at this site many moons ago ... and these are ...



In a distant crowd a voice cries
drifting upward then quickly it dies

Down to the earth on bended knees
moaning words of anguish,words that bleed

A fistful of dirt I take in hand
considering its texture and the fate of man

I bow my head but I dare not pray
for who but I hear the words I say

I peer into the darkness and scream within
blessed am I the most cursed of men

Unfettered by riches and bound to the earth
knowing the poverty of greed and the soul of worth

We are all born the same and likewise die
all this needless separation I must ask why

Were I to have your riches and you had my poor name
we d each be different but the injustice remains

Bury now these riches and mark not their grave
and talk not of the wealthy nor the gifts they gave

But let us sing of our redemption and the good we have done
for the wall is removed and you and I are now one -Karo

and ...


Give to the rich man the poor mans cup
force him to dip in the mire and take a sup

Then place before him a simple empty bowl
and make him eat of nothing by which to fill his soul

And once he complains of his dire need
remind him of his once opulence and greed

Then let us rally to his palace and tear off the roof
so the heavens may know and the earth bear proof

That liberation has come and has swept the land
declaring henceforth and forever the brotherhood of man - Karo
:o fuckin hell they are good!

who did you used to be on this site?

[Karo de Perro]

I addressed this issue of my previous names in a current thread at this site,one in which Name-Changes was the topic.

As I had stated in that thread ... my initial name at this site was 'Karo Chevez' then I moved to re-enter as simply 'Karo' but somehow had lost my password as well as my email-account at that time and because of this wasnt allowed to take up the same name upon a new sign-up so I chose Kehoe and it was under this alias that I first posted these poems,in a thread dealing with the idea of expressing oneself in verse.

Regardless the alias I may have used at the time I would tag my posts at the end with 'Karo' ... thus were one to find old posts by member-names such as Kehoe,Krobanikov,etc they will know these as mine due to the 'Karo' tag at the end of each post.

For,as I explained in the current thread dealing with name-changes ... my name is indeed Karo and for this cause I prefer to be known online,as in real life by my real name.

As for my present name ... I chose Perro because in life Ive been considered no better than a dog,then again a dog is mans best friend and I prefer to be a friend than an enemy but,as even the smallest dog will bite when provoked ... so too will I do more than bark when someone thinks theyre stomp their foot in my face.

Still again,to ancient Greeks the Cynics were known as 'dog' philosophers and in many ways I consider myself akin to these ancient spouters of wisdom and bitter criticism ... though I do not personally live in a barrel on the outskirts of town nor go about the streets with a lantern lookin for one honest man ... in reality one is able to discern others by insight rather than by any outward display,for humans are truly cunning in masking their hidden self from others ... and its only with rightful insight that one can cut through their bullshit and see the person for what he truly is.

As for the poems ... if they were appreciated then they were not composed in vain ... and for me,as with all poets of the world ... this is enough,the fact that in some degree,no matter how small,our words may have impacted someone to the point of stirring thought ... this is our task afterall ... to pull peoples head out of their ass and make them think.

[Subversive Pessimist]

Just made this one.

Paranoid

Looking around in every corner
Someone's stalking me in the shadows
Feel the heart beating
The legs are shivering
Someone's stalking me in the shadows

Feel his cold breath in my neck
Looking around and I ask myself
"What the heck?!"

Could it be,
Oh could it be,
Someone is stalking me in the shadows

[Subversive Pessimist]

Peace

Lying on a roof
Feeling the heat pressing against my back
The wind has a smell
I cannot tell
Something's going on
Because I can feel the love in the air

:blink:

[The Forum Idiot]

Last night I wrote a little poem for Alice, the girl I love (although we aren'tgoing out coz she don't love me back...), Here it is, with full names deleted.

You're all that I have
To you my heart I gave
For you I'd give my life to save
You're the only person that makes me happy
a smile on your face is the best thing I could ever see
I know you could never feel the same about me
But I don't care
I adore you, its you I couldn't live with out
I know this now with zero doubt
Being wth you feels like heaven
When you're away I feel depressed
By Angels it seems you have been blessed

[Fabi]

Bricks break happily



An ugly butterfly sucked my cock last night.

A pretty butterfly
sucked
m
y
ugl
y
cock

last night

my cell phone broke.

I pushed the buttons, but
it does
not
ac
t
ac
cording
to my
wish
es
I
wish
it
would
work again.

My cell phone broke,
no way to sum
mon up
but
ter
flies
to
suck me
drie
on a hot summer
nieht
so we can sweat to
gather in
formation.

One day when I am prettee
you will love mee

weather I want a sun
or not

One day when your tits are smaller
and your legs are longer
and your jenes cover your soul
tightly
maybe I will stop to hate
the way

I love you,

but I hate the way you are.

My phone
‘s
cell
s
are in love

with
a
butter
fly

that sickens me
passionately.

I love you,
but I hate the way you
want me

to
see you
be you.
not want your orgasm
keep it
to yourself.

I don't want to hear your
broken voice
on the cell phone
any

mor
ning
ourning d
uring
times of pit
chshif
t.

I don't understand my broken cell phone.
I don't want to be in love
with a cell phone
that doesn't respond
when I push its buttons.

We don’t love

it

‘s wonder

ful


ly
emp
ty
with you
with me.

[hawarameen]

Originally posted by [email protected] 24 2004, 04:30 AM
greatly appreciated :D
just for the hell of it i'm gonna put another one of my love poems, though untitled no. 2 is my submission.

The Mourner
As Claire died in her bed
Billy’s tears fell on her head
At her burial he could speak
Not a word, nor a squeak
Time rolled on, but not Billy’s heart
Friends tried to help but to no prevail
He just stayed in his house
Never left his bed, till one day
A friend suggested he visit her grave
He did, came alone with fourteen roses
One for each year of their love
Billy came more and more each day
Soon he would sleep there night and day
Finally, his body could no longer take it
Billy died on Claire’s grave
Together at last

i just wish i could find my poe style poem, i gotta learn to archive my work better....
this is the winner, end of contest

[Eastside Revolt]

So let's have a new topic then.

[hawarameen]

bit of an anti climax wasnt it?

not much of an award ceremony! Ziggy, you win now fuck off ;)

[The Forum Idiot]

OOOOOOO....can i fuck ziggy?

[Palmares]

Why does this actually have to be a contest? Why not make it the never ending thread of love poetry?

Or, a vote for the best poem (however that would be done).

:huh:

[The Forum Idiot]

Precisely. *nods head* *puts on agreement face* I am the man of many faces...

[che's long lost daughter]

Here is my entry..I hope it's good enough. I made it for the future father of my kids :)


Titleless

Tears were kissing the pores on my skin
The first time I heard your footsteps coming
You told me that tears are the soul's way of speaking
But you say, "It is not good when the soul talks too much"
But I said that my soul would never cease to talk
Unless someone wipe my tears away
You thought that was just silly and
You didn't wipe my tears
Instead, you gave me a broom and said,
"Here, go ahead and fly, Loquita."
So I flew with my soul still talking
But I found out that there was so much
To discover in the sky and
The stars taught me how to dance in the clouds and
The rainbow taught me how to paint the sky
The stars said that I am really a good dancer
But my tears were flowing too much,
The clouds could no longer bear my weight,
They had to let me go
So I came down with the rain
And I heard your footsteps again
I though you will give me an umbrella
Or a raincoat perhaps
But you didn't bring anything with you
And my soul talked louder than ever
Under the rain, with my face wet
With water and tears
You looked into the mirror of my eyes
And said nothing
You just embraced my soul and kept it silent

Now the sound of your footsteps
Keeps my soul still and happy
Thank you for coming and by the way
"I'm sorry I broke your broom"

[Ziggy]

hawarameen, you rock my socks!

[Postteen]

Mine is not a poem;it's actually a song:(I've posted it in a lyrics thread)

Do something


I’m sick of hearing things which really hurt
I wonder if I can get over that
Have a look around you, open your eyes
See wars taking place–full of lies
How many deaths can you count?
How many lives have been taken out

Say something open your mouth
Listen to the mothers crying out

People dying from hunger and disease
Nobody cares, nobody sees
Look at the masters-what do they do?
They seem to be insensible they don’t have a clue

Say something, open your mouth
Listen to the mothers crying out

If you want to go and save Peru
Don’t expect them to do it for you
Take action now without a second thought
Don’t let them do what they want

Say something, open your mouth
I’m sure you really work it out

[Postteen]

OOPS!Sorry...!Mine is off topic! :ph34r: I didn't see the topic!

[Purple]

I imagined that I saw you
on the other side of the street
by the entrance to the church
bouncing your little red ball
like it was lighter than it seemed
But you scared me, girl
with your evil laugh
I thought you were alive
But seemingly your not
I see things in my head
that can't be real
it's my fantasy
making you so real

As I walk home at nights
I see you in every dark corner
In every motion
I expect you to be present
I'm scared and alone
...And everything's so cold...

Don't wake me up
Leave me alone

[Purple]

this was a song i wrote about my teacher in class, together with a mate.


she scares the child within
tormenting your every sin
placing blasphemy in your mind
as you sit down and wonder "oh, why, god, why"
every thought shes banning
whipping us all, spreading fear
no more hope is near
so freedom we must no decline

revolution
before the ending