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Not your best friend.
Join Date: Aug 2009
Location: Portland, Oregon
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"Here lies everything." ~Dr. Horrible
For those of you who critique, please be brutally honest. I love hearing everyone opinions, good and bad. Even a one word response is appreciated. I may put up songs, but I don't want to advertise in any way. For anyone interested in that you can click my sig. Content List 1. Diamond Daze 2. Discovery 3. The Arbitrator 4. The Selfish Act of the Altruistic 5. Nostalgia [updated] 6. Lux Lucius Perpetuus 7. Affectionate 8. Twist of Bliss 9. Light and Drowsy 10. Blood Moon 11. True American Glory Last edited by Rainfall; 09-04-2009 at 01:10 AM. |
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Not your best friend.
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[A happier poem written about two years ago. I HATE cliches, but this WAS written for a specific person]
Illuminate my senses With your diamond light; Watch the colors sparkle And taste the love a'light. Stare the stars away until They shine for only you. Transcend and flare up to face The everlasting skies of blue. Whisper your gaze softly So only I can hear. When the diamond days are o'er, They'll end in only tears. What will happen to me, When this feeling I can't sustain? Confused and overtaken, I'll stay home and watch the rain. |
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Not your best friend.
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[This particular piece was written for a song (written on guitar), but it's not recorded, and I don't know if it ever will be. I'm not much of a singer...]
My thoughts drift away Serenity is here A gracing presence near Quiet simplicity It reigns over me The feeling of being free Gone awhile, Not sure when I’ll make it back again. It’s just been… So long since I’ve seen The water and the trees. It’s quite the discovery. |
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Not your best friend.
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[When I wrote this, it had a Sublime feel to it, but I don't care for Sublime in any way. It was basically for a school assignment.]
Everyone complains about what they see, So I took away the sun, grass, and trees. Now everyone mopes around, sighing all the time, So I flooded their drink with narcotics and wine. No one respects education anymore, So I did it away, and now everyone’s poor. No houses, jobs or money, no food or water, too, Everyone is downtrodden, brainwashed without a clue. To entertain now-simple minds, television worked just fine; In the light of dark, they’re laughing all the time. Now everyone is happy, I’ll now be on my way, Just hope these creatures live to see another day. |
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Not your best friend.
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[Another written for a school assignment, but I never liked the title, so I changed it from Tennessee.]
She was more than what we realized, but why honor her now? She was of bliss, and of more love than any of us ever knew, All our violence is so much to allow. How much longer until we run ourselves through? I was once blinded, and so beyond my fate. But I can see past it now, and I know what to look for. This sardonic world is so hard to relate To someone who never wanted more, more, more. I know tears are of love and fists are of hate. I know hands can craft a masterpiece, and destroy it too. I'll mock those who don't make mistakes. These special instances are only meant for so few. For one so special, your exit was farce. You left this world as fast as you came. Friends and family can sometimes be harsh, But remember, your ploy was all, too, a game. You tricked us first, and stole our lives. You lead down the road to be hypnotized. You lead us to believe you meant only good. I suppose that's our mistake; we do less that we should. But all that's changed now. Only liquid memories. Forgotten like rain falling down. Still why can't I see past things like these? No matter what you've done, no matter what I've lost. The beginning of it all made it so worth the cost. How can I still be on your side When all you told me were lies, lies, lies? Killing someone may be worth the cause, But by someone so sweet, I wonder “Where was the flaw? And where during all this time did I go wrong? Was this her plan all along; To kill my closest friend? Cut a wound that would never mend?" So out of the blue, out of the ordinary, By someone that's so, so extraordinary. You told me you want to live Take life to the fullest, love life to give. So were all these deflections, intended lies... ... to solidify your suicide? |
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Not your best friend.
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[When I was younger, I often pondered in the past, revisiting memories that had long since been gone. Sometimes I would do this to the point of being unhealthy, but I have changed since. But every so often I find myself doing the same thing...
I don't mind this piece, but I dislike the last line and the turn of direction it goes, but it fits in with the 'life flashing before your eyes' sort of deal... I dunno. Opinions?] -Updated- I've been lost In my past of deep memories. How long has there been a wall Between me and my history? I happened here a few days ago The dark has been all I’ve known since If you share some knowledge, I'll give you my ignorance. How long will I crawl in this world Stuck in an unending dream? I once thought reminiscing as a pearl Now I can’t escape, it seems. I stumbled here some time ago My stark demeanor now all I show. If you lend me a little light, I'll sell you my shadow. I am lost In a cell of sensory lore. I was wrong to wander from Everything I held before. I look upon this with resentment, But the only notion in my head Is if I can’t be found, then Is my presence dead? Last edited by Rainfall; 08-30-2009 at 11:11 PM. |
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Not your best friend.
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It funny you chose Maggie May, because it has been my favorite song since, well, forever. It may have been my first favorite song I ever had; I would always steal my mothers cassette to listen to it.
Yes, as usual, I left out details in the song that tie it together; I always seem to have certain good parts, and the rest is trash. Usually the 'trash' hold something important, for example, in this poem, which is about someone struggling to get out of a relationship, only to find he wanted to stay after he lost what he actually loved. I'll retreive the scrapped pieces and rebuild the whole thing up, and make it actually decypherable. |
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Music?! Lets boogie!
Join Date: Jul 2009
Location: CO
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What! Your thread had gone onto the second page!!!!!! What nonesense! Here I am all perky and ready to critique and this wonderful thread remains inert....with no jaw dropping new poem for me to read
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