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Old 03-09-2011, 03:49 PM

This one isn't exactly new, but I thought I should share something.

Interesting thing about this, I pieced it together over time, and in more than one place, using online word processors. It doesn't show that strongly in this, but it was a fun idea.

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Sigh as,
The very place where we live,
Turns against us like it always has,
Putting us in the place they choose.

The pendulum of the clock swoons,
Ticking down the days innately sublime.
For you can't charm time,
It has no gender, race, or creed.

We become what our parents need,
While praying for needed gain,
I think we cracked our skulls on the plane,
Now no more do some resist.

Walking circles, imagining desist,
Until the knowledge impart,
Drives everything apart,
As rash as expected.

Unknowing how to heal this gash,
To leave this place is something we deplore.
But when soul and duty clash for more,
There is only one chore in mind.

Running into more, leaving all behind.

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Old 03-14-2011, 03:11 PM

Eh... this is more along the lines of what was going through my brain after I had heard of the volcanic eruption during the whole Japan event... it's not very good.

Note: I still dislike a lot of the publicity for the disaster, but I'm posting this anyway.

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Oh cruel irony of salt water tears…
No water during a tsunami as everyone fears,
After Poseidon's tyranny.
I guess he was tired of the blasphemy.

Dark, cold, torn and damp,
Everyone in the refugee camp.
Always fearing another stamp,
From the office of death's tramp.

Furthermore, I think we have lost,
Those who have reaped the most cost,
From our sight as they face
Of the very earth's core in life's race.

Red rain,
Tumbling down from the sky,
Flame red piercing the eye,
Red rain, red rain, red rain.

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Old 04-28-2011, 12:32 PM

I've been working on the lyrics for a concept album project for quite a while, this is a piece I just completed. The rest can be found on my dA page. *Points to the sig.*

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Euamo's Plea Pt. 2

Life never truly stops,
Like a wild fire unleashed upon the world.
Through any and ever obstacle until it drops,
To it's final destination.
Run away, run away,
For it will only consume you.
It can only be slowed, never made to stay,
And when it ceases you will cry.

Sometimes you can hold it off,
Live to be happy another day.
Others you sit there and scoff,
Unable to react.

I should have taken arms,
Instead of watched the harm,
Done to me and my pseudo-family.

What am I doing here,
Pitying myself,
Shitting my mentality,
Letting my love freeze to death,
By now I have nothing to fear.

Don't forgive me for my mistakes,
Or I'll just crumble in front of the snake,
That has become the overlord of the fake,
And I'll be washed in the wakes.

[Sounds of footsteps and similar noise to walking into an old basement.]

Oh walking staff,
Everlasting symbol of wisdom.
You have rotted to chaff,
Such is how all works in a universal sanctum.

And my cloak has turned to tatters,
My heart has turned to stone.
But I will not rest until it has shattered,
Until everything has fully atoned.

[Crowd sounds hustling and bustling, wondering what the battle plan is.]

MY FORMER PEOPLE,
I may sound hollow,
My hands and eyes as if machines.
Only from taking so much more than you can swallow,
And I'm cold because of all I haven't sold.

But I'm here to tell you,
I'm not the person you're looking for.
He's gone it's true,
What's left is a soul chained to the floor.

I can't bring you out,
Please, please, please,
Just leave me alone.

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#4
Old 05-05-2011, 07:14 PM

This is a fun parody about Lady Gaga that I had made based on a bit of a mad convo I had once. (Bad Romance is of course property of Lady Gaga)

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Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught with a bad whiteknight.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught with a bad whiteknight.

Baw-aw-aw-aw-aw!
Buuu-hurr-hurr-hurt!
Wah-wah-ooh-la-la!
Why are you even here?

Baw-aw-aw-aw-aw!
Buuu-hurr-hurr-hurt!
Wah-wah-ooh-la-la!
Why are you even here?

I want your butthurt,
I want your defense.
I want your opinions,
You sound so asinine
I want your rage,
Rage-rage-rage,
I want your rage.

I want your drama,
The sound of your tears,
I want you cursing my name over someone else,
And I want your rage,
Rage-rage-rage,
I want your rage.
Rage-rage-rage,
I want your rage.

You know that you're angry,
And you know that I'm winning.
Yet you say more, more nonsense.

I want your rage,
And I want your asspain,
Cry and play the Ad Hominem.
I want your rage and,
All your rage is revenge.
You and me could go all day.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught with a bad whiteknight.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught with a bad whiteknight.

Baw-aw-aw-aw-aw!
Buuu-hurr-hurr-hurt!
Wah-wah-ooh-la-la!
Why are you even here?

I want your screaming,
I want your arguing,
‘Cause you’re defending,
Until I'm blocked,
I want your rage.
Rage-rage-rage,
I want your rage.

I want your groupies,
Your attention whoring,
You're really making me laugh,
'Cause baby you're whoring.
I want your rage.
Rage-rage-rage,
I want your rage.
Rage-rage-rage,
I want your rage.

You know that you're angry,
And you know that I'm winning.
Yet you say more, more nonsense.

I want your rage,
And I want your asspain,
Cry and play the Ad Hominem.
I want your rage and,
All your rage is revenge.
You and me could go all day.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught with a bad whiteknight.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught with a bad whiteknight.

Baw-aw-aw-aw-aw!
Buuu-hurr-hurr-hurt!
Wah-wah-ooh-la-la!
Why are you even here?

Baw-aw-aw-aw-aw!
Buuu-hurr-hurr-hurt!
Wah-wah-ooh-la-la!
Why are you even here?

Tell tell, callout journal,
U mad?
Get banned by the admins.
Tell tell, callout journal,
U mad?
Get banned by the admins.
Tell tell, callout journal,
U mad?
Get banned by the admins.
Tell tell, callout journal,
U mad?
All over a little disagreement.

I want your rage,
And I want your revenge.
I want your rage,
I don’t wanna be friends.

I want your rage,
And I want your asspain,
I want your rage,
And I want your asspain,

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught with a bad whiteknight.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught with a bad whiteknight.

I want your rage,
And I want your asspain,
Cry and play the Ad Hominem.
I want your rage,
And I want your asspain,
Cry and play the Ad Hominem.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught with a bad whiteknight.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught with a bad whiteknight.

Baw-aw-aw-aw-aw!
Buuu-hurr-hurr-hurt!
Wah-wah-ooh-la-la!
You are extremely mad.

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Old 05-21-2011, 04:35 PM

This is really rough, and I'll tell you why.

This poem came about by something I'll call "garbage recycling." In other words, I put this together from various scraps I had in my pile that seem to connect with each other, most of them over a certain amount of time. Ah, the wonders of Evernote...
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Lying lying lying,
The relationship is a corpse,
But still dying.
Behold, it's alive,
A wondering zombie of lies.

I think she gave the final stake in the coffin,
The point of this happening too often.
I once held this up, now I'm cutting wood,
Of the platform where he stood.
I feel like I've done it all wrong.
How much more for her to feel.

Giving giving giving,
Makes me question how much I'm living.
So much action in her words,
Makes me feel my mountain of hordes,
Are nothing but a simple pile of dust,
Whenever I talk to her honestly and with trust.

She makes miracles,
Pure and simple.
But it's not enough,
This world is too tough.
The person who she leans on,
Is a rickety rusted contraption.

But I think word's about to be broke,
With the very phrase about to be spoke.

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#6
Old 09-14-2011, 03:09 AM

Forever in a Day

I would hate to die right now,
never knowing what happens after.
If I end up in an afterlife,
ever feeling like something's amiss.

My fears would be much relieved,
if I lived forever in one day.

I would hate to live forever,
watching all death right in front of me.
Alone in a wait to be severed,
it just doesn't feel like I'm very free.

Never would I need to grieve,
if I lived forever in one day.

I would guess life is too short,
as full or empty as you'd feel.
To shorten is a last resort,
the little while we have for real.

Life would be too fleeting,
if I lived forever in one day.

 


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