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Post by moneyisevil on Aug 27, 2005 13:35:59 GMT -5
^ that poem is quite sad
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Post by TheAnomicSoul on Aug 28, 2005 1:08:20 GMT -5
^Yea, Sorry bout that. I had that inside so I let it out on paper.
Reality
Hey Errol, come lay down And dream of what could of been It could have been good but you were never around Now let's focus on the dream that you fucked up
Your wife, The leader of a book club Going shopping and having a steady job Welcoming you home, with a kiss Telling her kids to go wash up, handing you the paper so you can see the scores And kissing you on the cheek and asking, "How was your day?"
Now wake up from the phony life that you promised Your wife is beatin and bruised Crying all night cause you ain't there Or she fears the suffering that she bares Her headaches are gettin worse from the punches to her head A broken jaw and a bloody nose Wearing dark sunglasses and turtle necks in the summer To hide her fuckin bruise All thanks to you
Now look at the fuckin lives you broke The happy life you promised, Nothing more than a fuckin joke The bright dreams you shattered But oh well, It doesn't fuckin matter, right? Now think about what your kids could have been If you didn't drink and beat them to shit If you didn't fuck up the whole deal
Your son, An ace student, With a bright future ahead Your daughter, A beauty queen, Not smokin crack, But perfect instead All the friends she needs, She's happy as can be The most beautiful girl at Wilson High Your son ain't dealing dope, He's watching TV Or playing Nintendo on the floor with a happy face Smiling while knowing you fuckin cared Throwing a baseball to his daddy And hearing the words "good job, sport!" Sittin on the pond, going fishing "You caught a big one, lets get a picture" All that could have been Now lets look at the reality of this shit
And your son is a bum Doesn't know what a verb is Instead of studying the books He's finding more ways to sell his dope And your daughter can't get educated from the thoughts in her head So now she's selling her body to get her kid fed And her vision is to blurry from the blows to her fuckin head She can't sleep at night cause the marks on her back burn and keep her awake While you drink another beer on your couch watching ESPN Your kid's birthday passes, no presents, no fuckin cake His mom gives him 50 cents and says "get what you want birthday boy." No happy day, No feeling special, If it was, It's all fuckin fake
Now look at the lives you destroyed Your kids can't concentrate cause of bad memories The nurses ask why there's marks, You say you just got a bad rash She asks why you have a black eye, You say you got hit with a baseball When in reality she got beat with a belt And you fuckin punched your kid in the face, Whipped them with a switch from a tree And now he sits in his room, thinking to be free And now he gets beaten and robbed on the streets Shot 4 times but pulled through, Only to come home to hear your shit Your drunken words hurt the most, Then you throw a beer bottle at their head Call them a failure and no good piece of shit When your the fuckin one in the chair, Drinking beer and beating your wife And how can you call them a failure, When all you did was leave bad memories behind Fucked up your kids lives and kept them home alone and put your wife in a mother fuckin coma You no good piece of worthless shit, I hope you fuckin die a painful death You never earned this life, You only fucked it up Now say hello to your demise, The brighter side of our lives
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Post by Nyarlathotep on Aug 28, 2005 8:13:50 GMT -5
Wow, Soul. That was very powerful; sounds like something I would have written a story about. You should really consider sending your work to a literary magazine. You write extremely well. Check out my thread called "Get Published!" and look at the sites I've posted there. I think Underground Voices especially would love your stuff.
By the way, don't ever apologize for writing the way you do. You have to write what you feel needs to be written. Keep posting your work here, but like I said, consider submitting them for publication as well.
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Post by TheAnomicSoul on Aug 29, 2005 19:36:37 GMT -5
I looked into those 3 sites, They seem pretty good. I'll see what I do My ParableThe end is near Life is running slow I can't see what I can't hear I seen my dreams fall before me I know where the story lyes Where does this disguise go When it was visible Why is it that all my ambitions Meet their match before I do The end is near Life is running slow I'll fall before you While my mind disconnects from me I tried to follow the path I never got passed the first step I seen where the truth lyes Buried beneath the lies Close the book and look up Seek out the hidden reality Drink from the cup of my blood It ran dry through my weak veins Don't look back, It's scary to see Look forward and try to change me This is not the way I was made I don't function that way Resurrect me and my opportunities Give me one chance to move on I tried to walk the straight line Only to fall off the face of the earth I choked on the vine of wine To see my own desecration I broke my bones as I failed Look passed the frustration Find my salvation I'm running low on medication I'm losing all inspiration I seek for the explanation Look for my destination The high level of expectation I tried to find appreciation Only to find discrimination I soaked into my infatuation Focused on my imagination The mind gets acceleration I lost my obligation I find myself in isolation There is no explanation For my self annihilation I tried to follow the path I never got passed the first step I seen where the truth lyes Buried beneath the lies I tried to walk the straight line Only to fall off the face of the earth I choked on the vine of wine To see my own desecration I broke my bones as I failed Look passed the frustration
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Post by ravenous on Aug 29, 2005 19:51:01 GMT -5
Wow. I agree. you should definatly strive to get your stuff published, anomic.
A WINDOW.
I am sitting down now on my 'sill Staring and staring until nothing will pull me away from the fading lights outside until I see all the world that I will deny. The rain falls and inside I feel let go. Like nothing is there nothing at all. My tears start to fall dripping from my face onto the floor until I can't control my pain anymore. I stand up straight and focus on the light such a difficult fight I won't win this war, that controls me inside I can't create peace not anymore. I open the window with ease as it seems I won't be needing to gaze at my dreams. I look down I'll make it quick. God sees all. He won't see me as I fall down... down... down... I'm on my back staring to the sky. Looking at the window... My blood shattered eye A tear falling down.. I begin to drown Fallen down. From the window.. The night sky Closing in. I close my eyes. But I can make this dream... Last. Another life time.
xx
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Post by TheAnomicSoul on Aug 31, 2005 2:47:30 GMT -5
Very nice, Ravenous!
I actually like this song alot. I wish I had a band then it would rock, I think.
Crashing
So long ago and fading Compelled by the past retentions This is my soul and body I am trading The dark memories pervading through me Lying to keep me alive, I disagree Passing me over to the next piece As I witness my spirit decrease It comes crashing down, yet again
And it comes crashing down Upon me, This isn't new And it comes falling down on me Yet again, No surprise I watch my dark skies cloud over me No more bright skies ahead of me
You lie to keep me alive Deceive me to keep my air flowing These lies kill me inside Leading me on Before the dawn Walking me to the edge of death I been there before, It isn't new to me I seen it many times in my head This is what I deserve Am I supposed to feel dead You were supposed to resurrect me
And reality comes Crashing down I bought a fake life for a short time And it comes crashing down Crashing down Crashing down Crashing down Crashing...... down!
Yet again, no surprise I deserve this Yet again, no surprise Dark clouds sit above me This isn't fuckin new This isn't new to me But the feeling feels worse than ever before As if I never felt it New kind of pain New kind of hate Not for you But the hate begins to rise As if I never felt this before
It comes crashing down Crashing down on me again It's pouring lies on me It's fuckin crashing down
Crashing down Crashing down Crashing down Crashing...... down *whisper*
And I see the cards of reality Going against me It was a lie Cause it came crashing down on me again
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Post by ravenous on Aug 31, 2005 19:42:28 GMT -5
Thanks Anomic. And again, great writing. xx
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Post by TheAnomicSoul on Sept 2, 2005 2:28:20 GMT -5
^Thanks I been in a writing mood for like the past week. Here is another piece of writing. Impaired YouthBuilding my temple My home and saturn Turning you into a rhythmic pattern Enviously angry with me I pick up my own pieces As the air from your body releases Why must it be this way The animosity breaks us apart Why do I try to glue the pieces back together Is this hate supposed to make me thicker? Is your satisfaction supposed to make me sicker? Or is this a part to make me stronger? Well fuck this and fuck you! It don't matter to me anymore! You never thought about it You don't know what you've done Shrugged off Putting the pieces together Juxtaposing a broken soul I gave my blood I gave it up When I was young and vestal I never thought how it would affect me If I could go back, I would have ran If only this was an illusionary dream If only I didn't fall into your deluded scheme Is this pain supposed to make me stronger? Now that I looked past will this make it harder? Is this hurt supposed to make me tender? Well fuck that and fuck you! I hate you, Just fuckin die! Be dead, Like you made me You never thought to question why Do you think about what you've done? Well fuck it, It don't matter Just fuckin die! Just go, Far away You're still in my dreams You're the shadow that won't stop stalking me You're the hate I have inside I hate you!! (Fuck you)( 8x) I fuckin hate you! Is this hate supposed to make me thicker? Is your satisfaction supposed to make me sicker? Or is this a part to make me stronger? Is this pain supposed to make me stronger? Now that I looked past will this make it harder? Is this hurt supposed to make me tender? I fuckin hate you!! (8x) Bleeding vessel before night Bruised up body in puerility stages I.....hate.... you
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Post by erishkigal on Sept 6, 2005 0:18:19 GMT -5
man Anomic, will you ever run out of it?
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Post by moneyisevil on Sept 7, 2005 19:34:03 GMT -5
Dizzy slurred vision We need to change the rope around our necks
Dizzy and isolated I need to cut the rope around my neck
Someone needs to hold her
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Post by TheAnomicSoul on Sept 13, 2005 0:27:13 GMT -5
^That is very interesting, I like it R.P.D.RHow is it that when I get ahead I feel nothing but more dead Why is that all my attempts to better myself End up with me hating myself even more Why am I fuck up, Must I soil beauty Nothing else really matters I hate everything inside of me I'm a bad seed that just wont die I'm a lifeless human that gave up trying When you have curiosity, you know I'm lying I just wanna start flying with no soul Because now my life is just not whole I pray for rain And I pray for pain I pray for death And I pray for eternal rest Lost and pissed off, That's what I am Sick and depressed, That's what I feel Morbid imagery in my mind as I sleep Leaving behind disturbing thoughts I keep thinking why not I can't feel sorry for myself I'll breath another day And i continue to hold on But I have nothing to hold on to I don't even know what the point is Why be damned to this life If all I feel is pain? Why try to purge myself When all I end up with is no gain I pray for rain And I pray for pain I pray for death And I pray for eternal rest My life is nothing but a painful sensation My story is nothing but a fucked up situation I won't take the time to explain why But it has to be this way I'll be flying above in the sky How can I change my life if all I feel is pain? I can't try to wash away this stain of my life I got my knife is hand Sitting in my chair with my thoughts behind me Rain,pain,death,rest
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Post by britany on Sept 14, 2005 18:00:46 GMT -5
Ahhh that was Great soul
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Post by TheAnomicSoul on Sept 20, 2005 23:48:23 GMT -5
In the Wake
Clouded visions in your mind Raining down upon you Retentions and feelings intertwined Embracing you with this reality Weepings heard from above Why cry, I had no morality Why cry and hold on
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Post by voiceofgod on Sept 22, 2005 9:20:31 GMT -5
"Dance In The Clouds"
Skylight We didn’t know that we could fly
And we don’t know why But we both cried when we left that night
The earliest of July Only a day lay before us
So close to Heaven God himself could not ignore us
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Post by voiceofgod on Sept 22, 2005 9:21:31 GMT -5
"Body In Transition"
Guess who’s in a comma Sleeping here across the bed Dying without realization Guess who’s got a vision Of something rather dark and drab Leading without knowing They ravish everything I have Guess who’s in transition Multiplying sinful thoughts Killing while enjoying Floating while this body rots And there’s a creature Here in the dark, there’s a shadow Trying to take me Wanting to take me Going to take me Here he comes The monster that I am
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