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I seem to remember there was a thread a while back for like music and poetry and stuff that people had written. Well, while I wasn't trying to start another one I've had a real "I feel sorry for myself" sort of day and have been writing some lyrics so I thought I'd share it with you guys.............

 

Sunflower

 

In your eyes shines my heart

Drawn into your picture

Should have known from the start

My love had no future

I sit here and wonder

Could your mind ever change?

Consumed with my hunger

My heart breaks in a daze

You filled my heart with joy

But now it beats empty

Felt like your little boy

Didn't try to hurt me

Destroyed by my own lust

The love that turned to pain

Broken heart turned to rust

Like cold steel in the rain

 

And you touched me

You loved me

You made me feel

You dropped me

You hurt me

It's all too real

And I want to

So hate you

But I have to deal

Realisation you did what was right

If I thought it was wrong I'd put up a fight

And my soul yearns for you

My soul yearns

For the touch I've never felt

For the kiss I've never known

I need you more than ever

Left feeling dead and alone

Forever dead and alone

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Thing is, the reality with anything like that Nic is that nobody other than you could really understand what it means. It's so personal that anybody trying to work it out will never understand what every word would mean to you.

 

From knowing you and the person that you are I really think you have it in you to write some amazing stuff. I know that you might not want to share it, and that's understandable but I think it's definitely worth sharing.

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There's more, there's more...

 

You don't even know

 

Silent, thinking

Of nothing else, it's always you

Twisted, logic

Is all I know I'm wrong to feel

The way that I do, hating myself

Hating life, and your happiness

 

Wanting, drifting

Why I always want what I can't have

Empty, broken

Pathetic childish selfish ways

I wished it was me, your beauty

Fills my heart, then crushes over

 

But you don't even know

Maybe you do now

But you don't even care

And I know that's not fair

But you don't even do

Anything that's wrong

And you don't even do

Anything

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And more....

 

I want you

 

Some day, you'll be happy

Some day, you'll be fine

Who exactly am I kidding

I know you'll never be mine

And I sit and wonder

What did I do so wrong

When my heart is breaking

How am I supposed to go on

 

Some day, I'll be happy

Some day, I'll be fine

Who exactly am I kidding

I know you'll never be mine

And I start to wonder

What did I do so wrong

When my heart is breaking

How am I supposed to, supposed to, supposed to

 

I wanna run, on my own, wanna hide, wanna break, I WANNA CRY

I wanna cut, wanna feel, wanna hurt, wanna take, I WANNA DIE

I wanna run, on my own, wanna hide, wanna break, I WANNA CRY

I wanna cut, wanna feel, wanna hurt, wanna take, I WANNA DIE

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Red eyes tell of days that passed us by

these bloodied tears of hopes that drown

Why do you sit and watch me cry

Left me standing all alone

Don't turn away and hear me weep

The words that you don't want to hear

The reason I cry out in my sleep

What am I supposed to feel now

You've snatched out my heart, torn and ripped

stamped and drained of everything I have

 

I'm begging, crying on bent knees sore

Let me be something, somebody

anything, just let me be yours

Let me be something, somebody

anything, just let me be yours

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Might as well throw a song in I wrote earlier - prepare to slit your wrists :)

 

 

LoveHatePainPain

 

I'm so old, in my head, I sometimes wonder if I ever aged

But I know, down the line, that my emotions became enraged

I-can't-lis-ten-to-your-tales-of-sex, when they will never include me

I-just-want-to-cry-be-cause-what-you-do-is-what-I-can't-have

 

I never wanted me to be like this, but I can not exist, without your breathing down my neck

But it's another man who took you away, and now I sit and wait, like the emotional wreck that I am

 

I'm so young, in my dreams, that they are nightmares come start of dawn

I just crawl, right back in, and wish that I was never born

I-don't-want-to-know-a-god-damn-thing-a-bout-what he did to you

I-can't-take-the-fact-that-you-will-ne-ver-be-with-me

 

I never wanted me to be like this, but I can not exist, without your breathing down my neck

But it's another man who took you away, and now I sit and wait, like the emotional wreck that I am

 

Like an emotional wreck...

Like an emotional wreck...

I've tried to overcome your heart, but my eyes from you could not part

I've tried to be what friends should be, but that just ain't worth shit to me

He ****s your head and warps your eyes, but you can't see past all his lies

And when I tried to save your life, you spat in my face and made you his wife

WELL **** YOU TOO YOU ****ING WHORE, I ****ING HATE YOU FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE

YOU ****ING BITCH YOU TORE MY HEART AND LAID WITH HIM WHEN I CRIED BLOOD

AND WHEN I PASSED OUT IN MY SOUL YOU SCREAMED HIS NAME AND LEFT ME HERE

AND NOW I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL AS I LAUGH UPON YOUR HEARTBROKEN SOUL

 

**** me my heart is sore, but I still run for more

**** me my eyes are blind, your heart still rules my mind

**** me my mind is blue, what I screamed still reads true

**** me my mind is blue... because I still love you

 

I never wanted me to be like this, but I can not exist, without your breathing down my neck

But it's another man who took you away, and now I sit and wait, like the emotional wreck that I am

 

I never wanted me to be like this, but I can not exist, without your breathing down my neck

But it's another man who took you away, and now I sit and wait, like the emotional wreck that I am

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My name's Jeff Hardy, I can flip, dance and twirl

Shame I have the looks of the girl.

 

I can leap about, and fly in the air.

But that doesn't save me from my stupid blue hair.

 

When I come out to the ring, I hear the girl's scream

Because apparently, I'm 2Xtreme

 

If you think I'm bad in the ring, you should hear me vocal

I sound like a North-Cacky, slack jawed yokel

 

I'm not the strongest, I have no strength

And let's not get started on my willy length

 

Believe it or not, I'm a former IC champ

Vince must be OK pushing someone so camp

 

The girls all love me, they'd love to have sex

And I can't even hit a proper suplex!

 

I have a brother too, he's better on the mat

But can he act poncey? He'll never do that!

 

Of course, I'm the world's most beautiful man

But I don't have one mature fan

 

Yes, my lack of talent is hated by the net

I've only got 3 manouvers in my move set

 

But after all, I'm in a tag team

Or stable, if you count the red haired Drag Queen

 

I'm talking abouy Lita, the man with the thong

Every move she attempts, she does it wrong

 

My swanton bomb, doesn't look like it would hurt

But hey, it gets me money from the spin off T Shirt

 

Yes, when you're a Hardy, there's no surprise

When you introduce weekly new merchandise

 

Finally, Vince loves The Hardyz, so you can't prevent

Me fighting Matt in the 'Mania main event!

 

So from me, Jeff, I'll be saying so long

Meanwhile, keep cheering when you hear our mind numbing song!

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I can never write anything. When I sit down and write something I just sit and debate with myself about whether it is naff sounding, it probably isn't but it is hard not to be self concious about stuff like that. I probably try too hard and when it comes to writing. You shouldn't try at all really, otherwise it is crap.
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im very mood dependant with writing, i either write stuff im really proud of or its all really generic, plus i prefer multiple creative input, and of course im a musician dominantly so id much rather be stringing together an original and spine tingling chord progression than writing lyrics, so ive always tended to sit down with the singer(s) and throw ideas at each other

 

example

 

Hype

 

Come on man this is the Hype, Scream

Stop looking at life like a mother ****ing pipe dream

People hate what the dont understand

Then they go and form Shitty death punk bands

They play up to the crowd

Play what the wanna hear

They dont wanna change because they fear

Put up your hands its time to fight

Get ready for the noise

This is the hype

 

Bare in mind angry rap-metal mostly poking fun at high school bands with the make up an the manson covers an such, like i said lyrics to me represent the least significant part of a song, id much rather blow your minds with a killer bass lick lol

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Im loving this thread. I'll definitly put some of my own stuff up when I have time. Im in a pretty depressed mood most of the time these days. It wont take a team of literay experts to think 'linkin park' when they read them.

Altough I did write one pretty slushy poem about a girl. But for some reason I figured it din't have to rhyme, and it kinda sucks. So it'll be a cold day in hell before I let anyone read it.

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I can remember when I was about 14yrs old and me and my cousins formed a garage band called FingerFlicker. We 'wrote' our own stuff and looking back it was highly embarressing to see what we did. II'm proud we at least tried to do something, but the song writing isn't quite Cobain meets uy Chambers.

 

Sample Lyric from a "Love Ballad" called You Returned To Me:

 

"I know that you missed me,

Coz you ran like Linford Christie,

When I saw the look in your face,

my speed of my heart would've won any race."

 

 

Not ganna win the Ivor Novello, but not bad I suppose for 14.

 

At the moment I'm almost finished writing the final draft of my novel, called "Salvation For A Lost Soul", and If anyone is interested in it or hearing more about it, PM me and I'll be more than happy to fill you in.

 

p.s. I'm also getting the story together for my second one, although I'm unsure wether to write another book, or a script. Anybody who has any thoughts can also PM me or reply in this thread. The 2nd on is gonna be called "Expulsion of Sanity", which is also my finishing move in the wrestling. (A Diamond Cutter where you are on the top turnbuckle and I stand on the 2nd, then leap of DRIVING ypur face into the unforgiving canvas.

 

Anyway, I digress. I'm quite proud that I've managed to write a book at 27yrs of age, and that it actually makes sense.

 

lo HDC

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I so, so envy the people on this thread their ability to write like this. At school, my mind naturally veered towards the scientific, logical subjects like maths and physics, and trying to do my English homework would see me regularly in tears of frustration because I just couldn't do it, James bloody Joyce still gives me nightmares! Shakespeare was the only guy that got through to me, and I still adore him to this day. He suffered the agonies of forbidden love, and wrote some of the most beautiful, heartfelt words I have ever seen, in his sonnets. I'd like to include one here, if y'all don't mind......

 

 

Being your slave what should I do but tend,

Upon the houres, and times of your desire?

I have no precious time at all to spend,

Nor services to do til you require.

Nor dare I chide the world without end houre

Whilst I (my soveraine) watch the clock for you,

Nor think the bitterness of absence sour,

When you have bid your servant once adieue.

Nor dare I question with my jealous thought,

Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,

But like a sad slave stay and think of nought

Save where you are, and how happy you make those.

So true a Foole is love, that in your Will

(Though you doe anything) he thinks no ill.

 

 

 

What a guy

 

 

sunflower

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When Most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,

For all the day they view things unrespected;

But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,

And, darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.

Then thou whose shadow shadows doth make bright,

How would thy shadow's form form happy show

To the clear dat with thy much clearer light,

When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!

How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made

By looking on thee in living day,

When in dead night thy fair imprefect shade

Through heavy sleep on sightless us doth stay!

All days are night to see till I see thee,

And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

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