Songs and Poems

[Lord Lanair]

I dont mean to sound rude, but did you read the last poem? Its about a man who kills himself and his girlfriend

I did read it, and until the end, it was the perfect way to serenade a girl (just like the one before it).  

[Drauka]

I think... you need to realize how sad those poems are... anyways, this one you have to read carefully to understand whats going on in the story, Purfection The title is a Pun. The first one was wrote second and the second one was wrote first. Bleh youll understand when you read them. Ill post them seperatly tho beasue there a bit long. (These were rap/hard rock song si wrote that were rejected.)

I might slip,
I might fumble, but
Ill never fall, and I can
Can even trip or stumble.

Hey, I met this guy on Wednesday, He said his name was Jim.
He gave me a dirty look.I’m like, “Man what’s the deal with him?”
I met him again on Friday, I’m like, “Yo man, it’s my day.”
He said, “Son, be a man.” I replied, “I don’t quite understand”
He laughed and said, “Well, you’ve never lost, right?”
I’m like, “Never, not once in my life.”
He mumbled, “Dont be ashamed when you lose tonight.”
So I told I told him,

I might slip and,
I might fumble, but
Ill never fall, and I can
Can even trip or stumble.

Well its Friday, and it was all-great.
Cuz my song was being voted best in the state.
I was getting twenty bucks, just for showing up.
When this guy who looked funky started blowin’ shit up.
He was singing like a madman, everyone was cheerin’
I got pissed, hopped in my car, and started steerin’
I found Jim walking outside a lil’ coffee shop,
I pulled over, shouted, “Hey man! Stop!”
He made a funny noise, then he turned around,
Looked at me, grinned, took a step back,
an’ fell through the ground.
I never saw Jim again... or the funky rapper, well...

I might slip,
I might stumble,
And if I fall well,
I’ll be humble.
 

[Lord Lanair]

I guess I'm missing something because it's late?  Or maybe I'm just thick! Either way, please enlighten me.  :paranoid:

From what I read (understood), it still sounds great.    

[Drauka]

Purfection pt2 (Stay humble)

Hey here i am again, sittin’ at the top,
I keep risen man, and I’ll never stop.

Hey, my critics say I’m evil, but, my fans say I’m great.
I’m still gettin’ all these letters, and they’re filled with hate.
No one can deny, that I my music is the oddest.
But I got these uptight critics, and you know they rag the hardest.

I’m sittin’ in my house, tryin’ to get shit done.
Here come media with, “Who you hiding from?”
I got thirty-seven hits, lined up in order.
I’ll Spread em over forty albums just to make a quarter...
Of a mil extra quick before i die, got all my critics askin', askin' me why’,
Why am I bleedin’ all my of fans dry?

But I don’t listen, no, I don't take the time,
I just sit back and watch all them poor folk whine.
No really I find it funny, that my life is lookin’ sweet.
But the rest of Americas, goin’ strait out on the street.
Just to buy MY radio, to here the songs i made.
But hey my plan is perfect cuz, they’re NEVER gettin’ played.

Sittin back in my house, laughing at the news.
Cuz they Calling all my fans silly stupid fools.
And you all know, that all they say is true,
But I’m gettin’ richer, man, how about you?

Hey, I’m in the hospital, thinkin’ bout the man
Who 37 years ago, tryed to put humbleness in my hand.
But later what’d i do? I drop it, stomped it,
And spit on it too. Heh, now, I got no friends,
And soon I’m gonna die. At my famous funeral,
There was noone to cry.

Next,

The "Love Poem" is about a boy so obsses with his girlfriend thayt he idolizes her. Untill the pressure of not being able to see/smell/touch her overwhelms him so he kills himself and her tso they can be forever in heaven. (Or hell more likely for that sick fukk) The ironic joke is it isnt really love for him as it is sated its an obsession or a lust for attention. I know i cant spell w/o microsoft so calm yourself.

Alot of people dont understand the real meaning of poems. Look at the road less traveld by robert frost. Everyone thinks that is about a man who does somthign differnt from everyone else. But if you actually read the poem is isnt that at all. Its about a man who sees two equal paths then will tell his children later that he took the road less traveld. HIGH SCHOOL GRADS HAVE THIS ON THERE CONGRATS CARDS FOR CHRISTS SAKE. Inshort. A poem is what you make it, if you find those deep happy poems run with it man. But there written by Characters i invented that where ont he brink of insanity. As is most of my literary work. It drives my teachers madd.

[Drauka]

I havnt written the sheet music for this yet. This is fresh, infact is isnt quite finnished i still need to fix acouple of sylible errors... Perhaps give it an lyrical intro. And fiddle with the end a bit. But fornow its pretty sweet.
[edit] Unlucky [/edit]


I see a fine girl walking over there,
I slide up smoothly to complement her hair.
I say, “I love you, I wish you loved me.
We should go out, and I hope you agree.”
Oh you dont? Hey that’s O.K.
I guess I try again, on another day.


I hate my luck, it’s so damn- crappie,
I highly doubt, that ill ever be- happy, with a girl.


Damn, my luck is running low,
All the girls I ask are still saying no.
I dont see their problem, you know?
I mean, Christ, I’m just an average Joe.
I’m not freaky, and I dont act strange,
But I guess to get a girl, I’m gonna have to change.


I hate my luck, it’s so damn- crappie,
I highly doubt, that ill ever be- happy, at all.


Sweet, I scope a fine girl, hanging at the mall,
I go to ask her out, her beauty holding me enthrall.
So I slide up and ask, she startledly replies,
“Yes,” with a blink of those magnificent eyes.
I offered her a ride home, She said, “Alright,”
We’re planing on going to the movies tomorrow night,

Flying with these wings, a tear falls, when the memory brings
The vision of a truck hitting us with a smash,
Just my luck, we both die in a car crash.

[Drauka]

This is song, hasnt been accepted yet. It is Punk Rock blood, lust, RAGE I prally won't be posting to many more until i get some feed back  :ph34r:


You know that stage,
Where the blood lust Rage.
Rips from the page,
And breaks from its Cage.

Causing my pencil move all on its own,
When my priceless hate is left all alone.
To brood to Stir,
Is more fuel for my anger.
It grows, It Goes
Completely unopposed.

Because, I’m in that stage,
Where the blood lust Rage.
Rips from the page,
and Breaks from its Cage.

It senses you near,
It feeds from your fear,
The hate of us all,
Will cause you to fall,
When rage hails, sanity fails,
Heated hate will fill our sails.

Since, we’re in the stage,
Where the blood lust Rage.
Rips from the page,
And Breaks from its cage.

Causing you to worry
That releasing this fury,
Wasn’t exactly smart,
With adrenaline off the chart.
Strength in the numbers of a man alone,
Is unmatched when his angers grown.

And he’s in that stage,
Where the blood lust Rage.
Rips from the page-
And Breaks from its cage.

You are who it will choose,
It is now your time to lose.

 

[matt_the_shark]

nice, don't stop now, I would like to see some more.

[Lord Lanair]

Yeah, we enjoy these.  Well... maybe "enjoy" isn't the best word to use. :hehe:  How 'bout "appreciate" or "admire" your skill.  LOL  

[Drauka]

I need to know specifically what you like and dislike about them tho, so i can make them better

No matter how hard, anyone has tried.
The violence of our lives, is always denied.
The power of their lies that destroy our out-cries,
Effectively attacks any resistance that tries,
To spread the word, or that wants to be heard.
But we will not be repressed,
Our problems will be addressed.
We will not be shut out,
We WILL scream and shout.

We will strike a chord, we will be restored!
Do they honestly think that we will be ignored?
Do they honestly think they can beat back our horde?
NO! We will not be shut out,
We WILL scream and shout.

Until their wall of lies, crumbles to dust,
Until their malicious weapons, rot to rust.
Until they are made to see with our eyes,
And gander into the violence of our lives-
We’ll watch as they recoil, in an oblivious turmoil, of horror,
But we will take them deeper and continue show them more.
Until their stomachs wretch from the pain,
Until their visions drive them unspeakably insane.
So they will go back, while

We strike a chord, scream to be restored!
Do they honestly think that we can be ignored?
Do they honestly think they can beat back our horde?
NO! They will;

Tell others where they have been, and what they have seen.
They will send their lackeys to scrub everything clean.
But that won’t work, there gonna have to build anew,
Over the rubble and hate that has grew, for many years and lived off of us.
After they have fixed it, thus, we will shout, “In god we trust.”
Because it would take an act of god, to stop these things,
And to heal our wounds, that the violence of our lives brings.
 

[Drauka]

I need to know specifically what you like and dislike about them tho, so i can make them better!!!!!!!!!!
!!! Thast the POINT OF ME POSTING THEM HERE!!

The last one was called, The Violence Of our lives

This is punkrock its called, Thirst

Lips cracked and bloody,
I have befriended nobody.

The sand in the air, rips my flesh bare.
The desert is harsh and dry, the time just wanders by.
I have walked a thousand miles, I have passed a thousand trials.

With my lips cracked and bloody,
Yet I have befriended nobody.

My life is worth something, well, I search but I find nothing,
As I watch the ground roil, my mind drifts and it does toil.
It’s searching through my memory, I have had enough of me.
I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF ME!

Lips cracked and bloody,
I have befriended nobody.

As my thirst raises further, I think this deserts act of murder.
Is ironically almost kind, for I have lost my mind.
Sadly, the water right in front of me, is something only I can see, “Illusions.”

With my lips cracked and bloody,
I have befriended nobody.

Who could and would, die to let me live.
I have had enough of this, hateful feeling of loneliness.
I think that death would be bliss, For I have had enough of this.
I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS!

Even though my lips are cracked and bloody,
And I have befriended nobody.
I have survived, though I was deprived,
Of all the thirsts of our lives - Even the stars smile upon me now.



 

[Drauka]

This is oh about a week old. I can’t get it to flow right, suggestions please...


The monster and the Hero


Around the campfires, when the night is cold,
This tale is a tale, which is rarely told.
Even though, this tale is a tale that is extremely old,
The tales that are usually told, are those of the bold.

I have seen hero's come and hero's go,
Like the dust, in the wind they blow.
But me, the monster, will always stay,
A hero even came for me today.
In my lair, whilst I lay,
In wait, for thee, my human prey.

You came bravely into my cave,
Some young maidens life to save.
You sneak quietly, didn't make a sound.
Then you attacked what you had found.
I awoke from my ancient placid sleep.
I shall take thy life, and it I'll keep.

A lesson taught is a lesson told.
I sliced thy wrist and thy blood was cold.
I felt it pulse onto my claws.
I seized thy throat, within my jaws.
I tasted thy blood, upon my tongue.
This is an epic that is never sung.

Around the campfires, when the night is cold,
This tale is a tale, which is rarely told.
Even though, this tale is a tale that is extremely old,
The tales that are usually told, are those of the bold.


(This seem better?)
 

[Drauka]

Ok well this is a short one, lets see if i get a bigger response.

Sadness

Beauty shimmers upon your face,
-----From tears that glisten like ice
Reflecting and magnifying your beauty.
-----Yet I would pay any price.
To see those tears gone.
-----But with the loss of those tears.
Some beauty fades as well.
-----But still I wish to see your cheers.
My love is, indeed, only heart felt.
-----I know I sound uncaring,
Ignorant, and insensitive.
-----But I can’t help but sharing.
When you cry – I love.
 

[Rug]

What part of The monster and the Hero cant you get to flow? It works from here, but then, I dont know the tune...

[Drauka]

It isnt a song its a poem, so the rythm is whatever you like
And is the pluaralityis and the past and present tenses. and all that grammer crap my teacher yells at me for.


Darker Side

I play the piano and the guitar,
Age old wood, without a scar,
Someone tries to damage my favorite instrument,
Several torture devices I can and will implement

People think that I’m alrigh’.
Then they see my darker side,
That’s the side that’s consumed with pride,
And will crush you like the coming tide.

I’ll walk in a room, jokes aplenty.
Someone says something that pokes my sensitivity.
Then the agitation is admitted to my brain,
And the agitator will be slain.

I like to be alone with my self my being,
So I can ponder great mysteries, without being seen.
But occasionally the world peers in,
Afterwards I wonder, is murder a truly sin?

So don’t follow me, the sun is near dead,
You should soon turn around and be safe instead,
The fear of the night is quite all right,
Especially when one has a darker side.

Pain flows like a fountain from my fist,
Like your face to a mountain, it was kissed,
Your mind is clouded with some sort of mist,
All because you got me, the thunder god, pissed.
But truly I’m a doctor, anit that a shocker?
I solve people’s problems, some are surprised at this
But I graduated top of my class, Chief Psychotherapist.
So I’m sure you realize, that I cure mind aches,
But a little twitch or complaint is all it takes,
To cause irritation and my patience breaks,
You’ve opened a flood, of assholic, psychotic hates.

*SNAP,
“Fix your own goddamn problems, pussy!”
*Throws stuff

[Filran]

Unfortunatly, I'm kinda  :mellow: about all this music. I'm not really into punk-anything, or really loud music with curses and way too much bass. I'm more into music that I can hear the words, and I don't hurt my throat because you have to scream just so you can be able to hear the lyrics. So, my opinion is a bit out if you don't want me hurting your ego.


This is also why I don't write music. I never have choruses, and my lyrics have almost no music to them. XD I force everything/everyone to conform to what I write.