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03-09-2006, 09:12 PM | #1 (permalink) |
angel of tragic days
Join Date: Jan 2006
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To be destroyed, as in combat:
this is a song or poem.. more then likely a poem right at the moment well because i don't know if i will ever actually have a chorus to it. but not all songs really need a chorus.. all depends on the sound i guess. that and i don't record my own stuff or anything.. but if it helps i can hear the way it would sound in my head.. so to me it shall be a song.. i think i made it to long and might have over done it a bit.. dragged it out for to long..
-------------------------------------------------------------- her name is pointless she doesn't know where she's going, she only knows where she's been everything that has happened is nailing through her skin, almost everyway it was the thoughts of living were to painful to comphrend (haha can't spell that great) she hopes she can gain the power to keep going she is at a crossroads in her life she can go left and live alone not knowing the end she can stay right and keep on dying she needs a sign, a place of truth everyday is the same, nothings changes this life is just game she feels just like a rock in the sand no one cares no one listens, no one see's her tears no one understands her pain, the ever lasting pain, she has only herself to blame she is always alone, doesn't have a friend to her name every memory she has still lie's in her brain she opens her eyes to awake each day to nothing but yelling (whisper)... take my pain away the life she has lived is the life of someone else she doesn't like looking in the mirror, she see's all of these scars some aren't really there, just scars of the image's stuck in her mind although there is nothing she can do, she tries her hardist to live with this never ending flu she thinks the only way people could be happy is............. if she's gone she cries for help, she blames the sun she hates the world for what its become.. (i wrote this in 2002) instead of having so mnay lines i just put some together and took a few out.. anyways i like it for what it is.. (which probably isn't much..but its personal haha) thoughts? |
03-11-2006, 01:11 AM | #2 (permalink) | |
a l'amou fou pou tout
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03-11-2006, 08:06 PM | #4 (permalink) |
Here's lookin at you, kid
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Italicised= dont get unbolded= Im sorry e-mommy I hate ahaa.. Red=I think it should be like that... --- her name is pointless she doesn't know where she's going, she only knows where she's been everything that has happened is nailing through her skin, almost everyway it was the thoughts of living were to painful to comphrend she hopes she can gain the power to keep going she is at a crossroads in her life she can go left and live alone not knowing the end she can go right and keep on dying she needs a sign, a place of truth...the two lines here aren't related...if you need a sign it's clarity...you're basically saying the same thing twice, IMO. everyday is the same, nothings changes this life is just a game she feels just like a rock stuck in the sand no one cares no one listens, no one see's her tears no one understands her pain, the ever lasting pain, she has only herself to blame she is always alone, doesn't have a friend to her name every memory she has still lie's in her brain brain, should be "head", IMO. she opens her eyes to awake each day to nothing but yelling (whisper)... take my pain away the life she has lived is the life of someone else she doesn't like looking in the mirror, she see's all of these scars what reflects are her scars some aren't really there, just scars of the image's stuck in her mind although there is nothing she can do, she tries her hardist to live with this never ending flu she thinks the only way people could be happy is if she's gone she cries for help, she blames the sun she hates the world for what its become.. -------- I think it lacts flow, as well... Sorry darling |
03-11-2006, 08:31 PM | #5 (permalink) | ||
angel of tragic days
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thank you.. and it lacks flow.. thanks haha jk.. i like your honestly..
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