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Okay sooo... I've written 5 songs for my up and coming band & I seriously can't edit to save my life! The titles are: Not the One, Rainbows at Midnight, Serenity, Saw You in a Dream, and When it all Ends. If any sound interesting, tell me which one you'd like to help with and I'll post the lyrics for you. I really need help, I've been trying to kick off this band for 8 years now so any help is appreciated.
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You could start by changing your username to something less... less.
Rainbows at Midnight sounds mildy interesting. Let's see. |
Rainbows at Midnight
The clock says twelve A.M and I'm at my window again challenging the velvet sky laying back down so hard I try to get some sleep in tonight [chorus] I can't sleep 'cause I keep thinking why can't I start dreaming my mind is running 'round and it's cold outside and I can't calm down my imagination is creating rainbows at midnight returning to the sill I guess I have some time to kill [I know I need something else here but I don't know what to do] [chorus] if I could sleep maybe I could keep my sanity as I lay in bed tonight I toss and turn hoping that I might close my eyes [chorus] I can't sleep 'cause I keep thinking why can't I start dreaming about the things I want to find how do I ease my mind. I don't wanna change my user name, that's just who I am |
Deep and Depressing
I am a blackened soul,
I have been stained, all has been lost and nothing gained I am an outcast yet to be found I stand still while the world goes 'round Thoughts of suicide visit every day but somehow I manage to push them away I would express these feelings to people I know but these thoughts they are my own a work of art deep and depressing I don't understand why people keep messing with my emotions I try so hard not to be outspoken but alas the silence is broken who I am and how I feel these words are coaxed out of me the pain experienced when I express makes my life a total mess I wish people would understand I wish they didn't care though I'm used to the snickering and the stares ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wrote this at a New Year's Eve party (some new year huh?) this is what I do when I'm depressed. What do you think? I always look for feedback on my depression. ;P |
Jeeze. Who peed in your cheerios?
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>.> That sounds like my family.
Except it has nothing to do with religion. They just want me to be straight and I don't have a sexuality. You just have to be yourself. I'm sorry you feel so lost. People are always going to mess with you. It's the way they are. I don't really know why. |
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Comparing through experience, girls are better kissers than guys anyway.
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Holy crap.
I can't even imagine having kissed a girl that didn't kiss back. I've always made SURE she wanted to. |
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That definatley lightened the mood. Seriously though, it was a good attempt, it needs a little work but I enjoyed, and sorry about your...problems. |
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This is a good piece of poetry with a pretty clever rhyme scheme and a decent flow.
The one part that stood out to me as needing work, or needing to be cut out entirely was: Quote:
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there are a few things that need improvement, in my small opinion which is really not worth that much so take it for what it's worth, not much, but you did ask and, if i can be of help, great, if not, i hope i don't hurt. the structure could be tightened a lot. cut the chorus down. keep it spare and catchy even if not in a happy way. bring words that can really be caressed and fondled and felt and manipulated and emoted when you sing. nice juicy words with shades of meaning and shape and texture and sound. your sense of place is too general. make me feel that room. make me sense the restlessness and inner agony. tear into me. rip out my raw bleeding heart. pulse it through me. bring me the moment, the place, the distinctiveness of that conceit. don't tell so much. show me more. instead of saying, "i can't calm down," turn it into something happening as a part of you, you being the passive object of the anxiety. what takes hold of you when you feel this way, how does it manifest itself to others who see you. rainbows at midnight. when even after the rain has passed and the skies are clear, you still cannot escape the gloom. even the uneasiness of happiness is constantly unstable and threatened with revealing the hopeless shameful truth of what and who you really are and how others around you perceive you and know you and control you against your will. the pretty and perpetual escape of consciousness and imagination and the uncrushable spirit of self. bah, what do i know. it's better than i could do. |
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Or are you just trying REALLY hard to be mean? |
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how much effort does it take to type one word and hit enter |
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I'm really sorry. I've actually been in that situation. It was by my best friend at the time. She told me to go for what I want. And to kiss her. And I decided to do it. And she turned her head. And I had to sleep over that night, too. She was such a tease. She always did that to me. When she had a boyfriend, she would tease me ALL of the time, knowing I couldn't have her. |
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ok... I may be deep and depressing but you just took it to a whole new level of deep! seriously when I wrote that all I was thinking was "OMG I'm so f***ing tired!"
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A slightly less depressing poem?
I haven't come up with a title for this yet but I think it's slightly more hopeful and less depressing than my other work.
I believe there is a girl that lives halfway across the world she feels my pain thinks she's going insane I intend to meet her one day and when I do I will say You are my life's ambition and I've been waiting for you to save me from myself come on there's no admission we're both on our way to hell She's shy and self-conscious not ready to come out but I'll sit her down and say we've got a lot to talk about I won't give up I won't stop dreaming waiting for her to walk into my life she's all I'm thinking about she makes me feel alright she will complete me make me happy I will see her make it snappy before she gets away I want to meet her today an alibi for my sins riding shotgun on my hell-bound life keeping me on track along the way Thinking about her makes life easier brings a spark of hope to my failure of a life Though I've waited for so long and she has yet to appear I will keep waiting right here in what I currently call hell where pain and embarrassment lurk around every corner where nothing can be done right I'll wait in desperate pleading undying hope that she will come and then I'll truly fall in love. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I've written one other song about the same person; an Australian lesbo that quite possibly doesn't exist. Anyway I'm looking for constructive criticism and possibly a title idea. |
Completely cliched yet it seems refreshingly honest. I like it's simplicity. Sometimes these are the best lyrics.
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thanks. I'm trying to edit a little bit make it a little more catchy and turn it into a song instead of just a poem
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your poems are not depressing they are just bad
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please know, i am no song writer, i am no poet, i am but nothing -- so take that in consideration before you tell me how much i suck
and then let me have it even more here's my take on this: don't look at the clock nothing can move there is no time pounding cold won't calm my soul at the window again at the window again {chorus} who am i if i can't sleep if i can't dream if you won't come close to open me who am i if i can't sleep if i can't dream if you won't speak to silence me i'll create my world of false security rain rain rainbows at midnight don't look at the clock my fears collide too much to kill lay down all hope all possibility boredom slowing burning me boredom slowing burning me {chorus} i'll create my world of false serenity rain rain rainbows at midnight i toss i turn i can't calm it down can't keep wishing you were coming 'round if you could care even enough to punish me if i had something left i'd let you break it back inside of me inside of me to die {chorus} i'll create my world of false identity rain rain rainbows at midnight i toss i turn i can't calm it down can't keep wishing you were coming 'round if you could care even enough to humor me if i had something left i'd let you break it back inside of me inside of me to strive |
No you're wrong. They're depressingly bad.
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construktive? wuts that lol
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Sigh, I suppose it will occur sooner or later...
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I like this one a lot better than the other one. It's more poetic.
Although I don't feel I've the right to criticize someone who is so much like myself. But it is very good. |
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I cringed.. yikes! |
True. =P
Making it snappy is very... cartoon like. |
ya that one sucked I hate it but i didn't know what else to put there
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