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Quaint Sheep
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06-27-2007, 03:14 AM
Hey hey hey!
I'm Quaint Sheep.
I write songs and poetry.
That's why I'm here.
So why don't you take some time to skim through my songs and poems, maybe find one you can relate to, I try to write as universally as possible. Maybe talk to me, I'm good at talking to people, relating to them. Who knows maybe one of my songs could save your life... Ignore that...
CONTENTS:
1. Songs
2. Poems
3. Absurd Log [My absurd life story]
4. Reserved
5. Lists/Affiliates/Donators
6. Reserved
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06-27-2007, 03:15 AM
SONGS
Okay so I'm gonna put on two songs for today.
The first one, I just had fun with, it's short, but I thought it had a nice ring to it. The second one, my inspirations were dead birds, we found about 7 dead robins at my school, so I wrote a song, and played it on my guitar. Little did I know this song would suit my life even better when one of my friends died a month later...
THESE ARE ALL COPYRIGHTED!
Auxiliary Drain
I think too much is filling up.
It's an overflow, too much in my cup.
So you can drink your sin.
Or pour it out and begin again.
Or consider an auxiliary drain.
You know when enough is enough.
If you don't then you don't got it so rough.
And if you do tough.
Close the book, burn the stuff.
Or invest in an auxiliary drain.
Untitled [The Sun Song]
The sun has come the day is here.
You go through the day,
To only know the night is near.
[Chorus]
The sun will rise.
The sun will set.
Another birth.
Another death.
The sun is behind the clouds.
That makes our day seem worse.
But no worry, that sun is gonna come out.
[Chorus]
The sun has set.
The lights shut off.
For some reason I can't sleep...
It's the thought of all the deaths.
The very last breaths.
Some ready, some young.
Some coaxed by the devil's own tongue.
But never forget...
That the sun will set.
The sun will rise above the earth.
Another death.
But another birth.
The sun is here.
Forget the night is near.
It's all clear.
We're here.
To live life, to live it full.
Because the sun is always there.
Yeah... I was a bit depressed when I wrote that one.
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06-27-2007, 03:16 AM
POEMS
This one I had a lot of influences, crows flying around a mall that's being built by my house. Less of a poem, more of a thought bubble. I like the play on words!I wrote this in music class, she let us sit and listen to Thomas Tallis, and write or draw. It's a bit satirical, and I refer to Revelation [a book in the bible] a few times, but I think it has a good rhythm. I also refer to this really nice/funny guy in my class, who doesn't believe in God... Bummer eh?
The thoughts of a crow:
The crows sweep through the gold and green construction pieces.
That put themselves into something.
They circle for food, resources.
Metal and rocks in piles.
What kind of a shelter is that?
The board themselves in hollow places.
Looking for comfort.
Do they really know how real, pure air feels?
Brain Storm
How can you think with such a storm in your brain?
The symptoms, so painfully plain.
The impact your brain must endure, must take.
You can hear the hurricane, feel your brain-quake.
The rains never cease, there's no brainbow.
I think I can see your living brain cells go.
Fleeing from your skull, to their doom.
For one last breath of life.
Prejudice
Write our names in the sand beneath our feet,
watch the waves wash it away.
Lost prophesies and false revelations,
foreseeing the doom we'll meet.
Hold on to the thinning air,
more hope in lost words.
Spread your breaking wings,
go with the birds.
What you fear 7 times over,
an old man making his sermon from the couch.
I was afraid for the end of our time,
all our lives of melancholy crime.
Processed cellulites in you like a junkyard,
looks like you pulled the wrong wild card.
'Just you wait our end is not so close,'
or so you said after your second dose.
Down the perscription and proclaim yourself,
there's no such thing as monetary wealth.
What corrupts cannot make rich,
What lies in the heart can contradict.
In these spaces, I waste my lead.
Waste resources of a tree now dead.
How can what's so wrong, feel so right?
What makes us hide the light?
Dementia weaves into your life,
as a bittersweet memory of the end of time.
In a thousand years who's to care?
Prejudice will still be there.
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06-27-2007, 03:17 AM
ABSURD LOG [MY ABSURD LIFE STORY]
Alright. So this week I've been working VBS. These two kids in my group, are brothers, I HATE THEM WITH A FREAKING PASSION! Samuel, the younger one, calls me his servant, and tries to give me purple nurples [taking someones nipples and twisting them until they turn purple!]! Conor, his brother, hits every balloon in sight, I had to take a thumbtack away from him! Everyone else in the group is moderately good. I feel bad for some of the other group leaders... Their groups are worse. But oh well.
QS 6/27
Yeah. So I'm going to camp with my school in two days. Unfortunately none of the guys at my school are really attractive, save for a few... Anyways, all this camp stuff got me too thinking about summer camp [which I attended at the same camp] and this one guy named Joseph. He was 4'5" and had a passionate crush on me D: He was like 100% italian too. We went on one date... Pappadeaux [spell?] and for those of you who know, it's a chain, mostly in America, that is UBEREXPENSIVE!!! Like $20 a meal. So he barely talks to me the whole time. I stopped responding to his incoherent emails a month ago...
QS 9/17
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06-27-2007, 03:17 AM
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06-27-2007, 03:19 AM
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09-15-2007, 07:30 PM
Oh this makes me feel real loved!
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Quaint Sheep
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10-17-2007, 09:34 PM
If someone posts I'll make more poetry...
I feel hurtethed.
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