Either read or don't. I don't care. I have only one request. If you're going to be a douchebag and flame me, take a moment to consider what you're doing. Do you have talent to write? I doubt it. Shut up and enjoy. This first piece is sort of a song/poem called I'll Haunt You. I'm not quite sure yet if it's a song or a poem. I'm leaning towards poem. It has a bit of a double meaning that I'll explain after I copy it down here. Without further ado: I'll Haunt You. Tears fall down in slow motion My gasps for breath are coming up empty I don't know what is real But I know just how I feel I feel like I'm drowning. These blacked out and blurry memories They haunt me Guilty ghosts and bitter toasts To a life ill spent I do repent... I don't know which way is up I know I'm going down I keep swimmin' And I keep kickin' But I still.. keep.. sinking. Can't stay afloat Waterlogged Staring up at you Through eyes so fogged Hey hey, why.... And I'm still thinking How I judged you wrong Misinterpreted your theme song You murdered me And looked the other way. All I'm trying to say is I'll haunt you. Now, about that double meaning explanation I promised... It's going to have to wait until I smoke this bowl. Give me a second, blades. I know you're eager to hear my explanation. I'll be a bit more friendly after I get a bowl in me, though. Gonna head to Grooveshark.com -- fucking awesome by the way -- and look up Water's Edge by Seven Mary Three. Such a badass song.... It... kinda relates to one of those meanings that I mentioned, actually. It's the more obvious meaning, in my opinion. A woman is staring up at the man who had drowned her as she breathes but her lungs are flooded with ice-cold water instead of oxygen. She's dying, and these are her last seconds. Her last thoughts are not clearly about her life or her family or her friends. They are about coming back to haunt her murderer. What a remarkable woman. Why did I make the character in the song a woman? Well hell, I have issues. Speaking of my issues... The other meaning kind of relates to that. I've felt like I'm drowning recently. I can't breathe. I'm really confused. I'm probably having a nervous breakdown hahaha. It sucks. It's horrible. Sooo.. that's the other meaning to that poem. All I can think about is coming back to haunt those that have done wrong with me. On that cheery note, let's move on to my next piece, entitled Relapse: Tunnel vision.... My world collapsing.... I can't stay on target... I'm relapsing.... Time stops elapsing.... I'm addicted to the sound.... I've gotta have the sight.... I can't stand to miss the smell... I can't go without the fright... I'm addicted to murder.... I wrote that while listening to Hurt by Nine Inch Nails. A very short but powerful piece, in my opinion. It's about a guy who is.. well, addicted to murder. Oh, me and my brother also wrote a diss song about each other. One each. I'll post "He's An Odd One" Mr. Snitch's first. Yes, that is a strange nickname. Yes, I am aware of that. Long story, won't shorten it for ya. Anyways, here's Spamuel's diss to me. The name is S.A., I would hope you would never forget, I'd hate to have to bust that door down, and make you have to eat these fists You think you got rhyme, You think you got a spec of style, ill show you how weak you are in this game, Yo bitch be on my dick in a lil while..haha No ceilings mother fucka good morning, Dick in yo mouth while you yawnin Im gone and, you left with no leg to stand I got blunts on blunts on blunts, Last time you saw this much green, was when you were watching ninja turtles, at 13..lol Man, suck my clip, swallow my bullets, and dont you slip.. ew Life is a gamble when its all about the poker chips, Do you want a dose of this? Cause i will make the most of this I swear you cant fuck with me, but I could fuck yo girl, and make her nut for me, slut for me, kill for me, then steal for me, and of course it will be yo cash, and murder that bitch, and send her body back to yo ass And my retaliation... Hey bitch, you think you run this shit You ain't even close to being relevant Your punk facade is irrelevant I'm the king, you're fucking mistaken I don't claim to be the smartest I don't claim to be the coolest But I rule my world Even if I don't live life to its fullest. I think it's a better existence at times I like being alone and writing rhymes I blaze up at home and get to know myself I don't need to hang out with friends And leave loose ends. I don't know how to end this rap My mind is still reeling from your little piece of crap Man, shit I got pretty personal with this shit But I'm half-lit So fuck it. Oh I also wrote the beginnings of an emo song. I got interrupted and had to close it so I saved it really quick. I was under pressure so I just typed "A Fucking... Song." I guess that is the title, for better or for worse. A Fucking... Song This lack of self-esteem is overwhelming These haunting ghosts of memories Are tearing me apart I can't even begin to tell you How many times I wish to stop my heart. Dear God, that's super emo. Anyways guys that's all I've got for now. I'm sure I'll have some more bizarre shit for you soon. Tune in next time.
Righteous mate! Wouldn't think to flame you thatd be shameful wonderful work youve got there glad ur putting it out there!
Sorry man, it's just that I've been flamed on other sites for similar writings and I'm a bit wary. Thank you very much for your comment and praise.
Writing is writing. People have no right to pass judgement on it's content when it isn't meant to sway anyone to any sort of cause. Stay high keep writin mate!
Here's a poem I cowrote with a girl. Broken Strings She woke from a perfect world The beauty slipping away as her eyes focused She realized it had been all a dream Her heart sank and she tried to grasp What little she could remember. It was fading away, with little tendrils straggling The sun shone through her window Reminding her of reality She sat up, wiped the tears away She can't bear to face another day Another day of pain and lies. This sense of dread weighs heavy upon her heart She puts one foot towards the floor Letting it dangle there She doesn't want to walk towards the door She doesn't want this any more. She holds her head in her hands And closes her eyes She knows they'll be here soon To take her back To try to make her better. They call this a place for healing But for her, it is a cell She's trapped there With only her thoughts To keep her company. They come in twice daily To hold her down And give her things to "help" with the pain It only makes it worse She wants to die This isn't a life she ever wanted to live. Why couldn't she just be like everyone else? Happy, is that so hard? Why couldn't she smile, laugh and play? Why are her arms so scarred? What was wrong with her brain? Why did this happen to her? Why did they proclaim her to be insane? Why couldn't they let her live among the beauty? This was no sort of life To be locked away From everything she cared about This was no sort of life Listening to the others Moan and scream and shout. This was no sort of life To be medicated Just to be kept quiet Or easier to deal with To be numb Left with no emotions to feel with. It was worse than feeling the pain To feel nothing It lurked within her brain It wasn't running Maybe if she just shut it all down They would let her leave Maybe if she just let it go She could see him again He was the only one who Made her feel safe, normal He was the only one who listened To her, and then told her It would all be okay. She wanted him to hold her In his arms and make everything disappear She wanted him to hold her And kiss away the fear. To run his hand through her hair And trace her lips With his finger To brush her cheek And look into her eyes. She realized that it was a hopeless dream And they would never let her out Forever she would hear the others Moan and scream and shout. She began crying, silently If they heard her They would come And make her numb. She hated the feeling Of helplessness This place gave her How they stole her soul And left nothing to savor I guess all the strings inside me broke.
Random high song/poem I wrote while... yes, high. The first one is entitled uhh... *makes up title, shifting into bullshit mode* Stain On A Wall "I'm pretty high. I'm pretty lazy. I'm pretty faded. I'm pretty crazy. Shit shit shit. I'm a perfect fit. For my private hell. I can't focus. In all my dreams I seem to fail. My train of thought Is heading towards derailment. I'm dying by your impalement The knife in my back. I'm off of my track. I can't seem to see you clearly. Why do I have to make my life so tough? I know I'm just not nearly good enough. I'm scared of the future I obsess over the past If I make a commitment It sure won't last. If I had tried any harder I would have painted my wall red. I would have said my goodbyes And put a bullet through my head. But that's what you all want So I push through it And I survive." And another -- more fucked up -- song/poem... It's unfinished but meh. It is entitled... Boo "My thoughts were all muddy And scared. Nobody even seemed to care That I was sad It really started to make me mad If you aren't careful It just might end up bad For you, and maybe your family too Don't fuck with me I'm a fucking ghost But I don't say 'boo' I just wait for the right one And then I strike back I hit them when they can't fight back. Fuck 'em that's what they did to me. I smile when I think about it I feel so free."