This is an interesting thread. Read some good stuff. I've been struggling lately, due to lack of inspiration perhaps. I've always struggled with liking anything I write, regardless of getting positive feedback or what not. But, I suppose I won't break out of that if I just keep all I write to myself. Here are a couple recent ones. My main thing is not writing in the first person. I try to stay away from "I, me, me, me, me, I, I, I" etc.
twenty five years from now, only the elite will rise and be left to stand. through passing time and ungrateful tales each restful thought is left behind forgotten. in filth; it's plagued beyond escaping paths, damned to face alone the beast who rides upon the palest of four horses. and in the wake of pestilence, war and famine comes death. the darkest clouds will form around what's left of this god forsaken town. deprived, the sleeping eye still stares through these last eight heartless years of ignorance. this city is cursed. when eye to eye six feet below the sickly pale green creature, death is effortless. of sadistic tales and passing panic, the darkest clouds will form around what's left of this god forsaken town. perhaps it's best existence continues this way.
the form of a horrible creature. below the thunders, below the abysmal sea. far beneath the light, controlling the feasts, a monster at large, a shadow of beasts. there hath he lain to keep. there hath he lain for ages, in un-invaded sleep. far into the sickly deep, once by man, and angels to be seen. ten thousand leagues, nine hundred years of fear. in depth, the creature sleeps. in depth, the faintest sunlights flee. in roaring he shall rise, and on the surface die.
Is there something more to this
or are these words just empty
meaningless waste of time
just to keep you happy
I'm worried to death by your dissapearing
But is this way of life worth living?
Should I choose a different path,
or is it hopeless...
that is all I have to ask.
You light up a fire inside of me
but it is just a candle
it wants to be more,
wants to be the flame to spend warmth
for both of us
I'm never alone but lonely quite often
you can change that, but you won't
Because I want something that you don't.
You keep my hopes up, way up high...
but let them fade away over time...
I think I'm running out of fuel
to keep this whole thing going
But do I want to waste it all
what the fuck am I doing
Should I just tell you what I feel
Sometimes I want to shout it out
But it would damage what we have
and that is all I have right now
Ever since I met you, got to know you better
every other girl I met, seemed not to matter
All those warm hands turned cold as stone
I don't think it would change back if you would be gone
If I had never met you, it all would still be empty
so much easier, but just not happy
As long as the candle burns I owe you
the worst and best gift you gave me...
was letting me get to know you.
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The moon phase defines absolution
Choked by piano wire, dirt under our nails
The sun has purged until the clouds asked mercy
Open throats plead for no more broken backs
That solemn hymn in unison could be heard for miles
Beautiful, yet haunting
Torch the homes, join the sea and wait for the time to pass.
Fuck. Stalk the cold.
Cover this earth with relentless winters
A brow raised to the thought of hopelessness
Our thread slowly dances while we wait for the winds to change
Abstract portraits of our longing for ourselves
She kissed my hand and choked out a lullabye
I never will forget those words
Torch the homes, join the sea and wait for the time to pass.
Lay down to rest in river beds baby, lay down to rest with me.
Weary traveling left us stripped from pacific to atlantic sea.
He said "lord I miss my home." "Oh, but how much you've grown" she replied as the sun kissed her hair.
No amount of whiskey could impair the fevered dream that lead them there.
Now, just from over the bluff, stood a man, hellbent and rough.
"I'm not sure which would boil first" she said. "His drunken eyes or my body for thirst."
Torch the homes, join the sea and wait for the time to pass.
Naturally it didn't go much further than that. There was something else about fairies doing coke and calling it pixie dust. But yeah, it just didn't work.
Here's an improv haiku:
Lorde I hate you
So so so so so so much
Die die die die die
(yes, you're supposed to mispronounces it "lordy")
BOOM-SHAKALAKALAKA-BOOM-SHAKALAKUNGA
Behndy wrote:i don't like people with "talent" and "skills" that don't feel the need to cover their inadequacies under good time happy sounds.
Here's some lyrics that I'm working on. The title is "Meat space".
Up comes a girl with a crazy eye
walkin on up with a smile so sly
Had a strange name tattooed on her rear
said "Hey there honey, ever done it in the ear?"
I said "No thanks, gotta find somewhere to stay"
"Be careful out there in the meat space," she said
You gotta watch your back, it's a dangerous place"
Man struts out of the liquor store
He smells like stale beer and he has a cold sore
Looks like Nick Cave back in '08
and he gets my attention with a pistol in my face
He said "Watchu doin' 'round here, boy?
I'm gonna kill you dead if I see you again"
I'd have turned back then if I was a smart man.
Probably gonna end up with another verse because it'll be way to short if I just leave it like this.
I WILL SET YOUR PETS ON FIRE
YOU DIRTY SHITFACED LIAR
I WILL BURN YOUR FRIENDS
YOUR HAPPYNESS I WILL PUT TO END
I SEE NO REASON TO NOT
FORE I WANT YOUR SOUL TO ROT
