well as you know I used to have a place for people to put poetry and I thought maybe you'd like it back.. so here it is.. and again.. I'm sorry that I can't put my own emotions into words well so you'll be wthout mine mostly.

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Love`kitten, wandering the world in a dissarray of blinding emotions, wondering who'll lift the viel and let me see, truely see....

I wrote a song a few days ago... I don't think it's too good, but anyways, I like to call it "Suicide Memories", well, here it goes...

Suicide Memories

I no longer want to live
My life's a pain
There are scars on my wrists
And on my shirt, a blood stain
Memories from the time I tried to kill myself
But failed miserably
Maybe I just don't have the guts
But I no longer want to be

Alive...

(chorus)
I wanna be dead
Kill me ! Save me from the pain !
I desire to die
I've given up on life
Dead on the inside

A soulless vessel waiting for death

Nothing matters
Nothing lasts
When everything else is gone
Pain is all that's left

Cut wrists and self-spanking marks
All over my bloody body
Remind me of when I tried to kill myself
Maybe I should try again some other time

My existance is a mistake
Life means nothing to me
I might as well put it at stake
I no longer want to be

Alive...

Nothing matters
Nothing lasts
When everything else is gone
Pain is all that's left

(chorus)

Now I've managed to commit suicide
I am just a bloody corpse lying on the floor
I didn't listen to what people had to say
Dead, with a smile on my face
But now I see, nobody cares
No one is crying for my death
Just like I thought it would happen
But now it's too late to go back...

I am just a dead body
soon to be buried
No more resentment, no more agony
No more sorrow, no more despondency
No more hatred, no more pain
I'll never suffer again

(chorus) X2

Nothing matters
Nothing lasts
When everything else is gone
Pain is all that's left

I am dead and I couldn't be happier...

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"Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo"
I will f*** you in the ass and mouth
Catullus, XVI

Things do sound more profound in Latin...

mew.. I didn't get to finish it but its nice.. kinda.. disturbing in the sence it embodies the way I've felt for a long time cept I've never attempted it.. but yeah.. its nice.. ^_^

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Love`kitten, wandering the world in a dissarray of blinding emotions, wondering who'll lift the viel and let me see, truely see....

Thanks ! I wrote a day where I was kinda depressed and it at like 4 in the morning and I couldn't sleep... maybe I will play this song if I am ever in a band...

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"Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo"
I will f*** you in the ass and mouth
Catullus, XVI

Things do sound more profound in Latin...

You should.

I've been coming up with a little piece of music that would actually go quite well with those lyrics.

Cool ! It's strange the kinds of verses you can get when you're trying to sleep but are being owned by insomnia... BTW, Spree, do yuo have a band ?

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"Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo"
I will f*** you in the ass and mouth
Catullus, XVI

Things do sound more profound in Latin...

No, I'm a lonely bassist (no fish jokes, please).

Don't worry... in Brazil, the word for bass (the instrument) and bass (the fish) are different words, so that pun didn't even cross my mind... but now that you mentioned it...

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"Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo"
I will f*** you in the ass and mouth
Catullus, XVI

Things do sound more profound in Latin...

Okay...


The fish joke!


"Oh Cod, it makes me eel when I hear people carp and whale for the halibut, without no porpoise. I'm net that kind of buoy, sea? I'm shore tired of gills in school with their tales of roe."

... "Coral, Bob and Brine made me say this. Tanks for rising to the bait and taking it, hook, line and sinker."

We're really fishing here, folks!!!


*Yarn points for anyone who actually knows where that came from. ^.^*

hey... umm.. I dunno.. but... yeah... *huggles kuro* SQUEE!!! YAY!! *bounces around* and yeah.. could we get back to the poems and suchness please.. after you give your yarn points out.

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Love`kitten, wandering the world in a dissarray of blinding emotions, wondering who'll lift the viel and let me see, truely see....

I got a new song I just finished wroting today. This one is not as depressed as the previous one and was a little bit influenced by listening to Marilyn Manson and Black Sabbath, so, here it goes:

APOCALYPTIC DREAM

I had a dream last night...
Eyes burned with the unholy lights
I thought I heard god's call
Let me tell you what I saw...

I saw the coming of the day of doom
The sun covered by the moon
Casting the shadow in the sky
Covering the world in unholy light
The 4 horsemen were on their way
It was the coming of the Judgement Day

Fire falling from the heavens like rain
Angels flying to spread panic and pain
Pure water turned into blood
Everywhere screams could be heard
People trying to run from death
But running out of breath
There was no escape
Everything was damned

God, however, did not show his face
As angels died and fell from grace
Satan, though, was there to spread fear
The voice of the "Lord" nobody could hear

He wasn't there
He never was...
We better beware
We'll colapse

Laughing, as he punished the wicked
And spilt the blood of the innocent
Killing the ones who believed
And the ones who didn't
His angels were fallen
Wings broken and tattered
Their hearts were rotten
People's dreams were shattered
Dying waiting for their savior to come
Dead is what they'll become
Mankind damned to hell
In the air, a sulfurous smell

Their savior never came...

From destruction there was no salvation
People and their world doomed to damnation

Watching as the Antichrist stood before me
Saying mankind didn't deserve to be
But now all will be gone
We can no longer hold on
Watching is all we can do
There's nowhere we can run to
Our future is sealed
Wait... we'll soon be killed

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"Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo"
I will f*** you in the ass and mouth
Catullus, XVI

Things do sound more profound in Latin...

Finished writing a new song yesterday... I'll give a cookie to whoever finds out who I had as an inspiration for this song...

AS I STARE INTO THE MOONLESS SKY

Another day, I was looking into the sky at night
Gazing into the darkness and thinking about life
Cloudy, moonless, starless sky
Tears covering my eyes
I wondered from the bedroom window
How easy could it be to end it all
How could I easily fall down below
Thinking about you, my dear...
And how you made me tremble with fear
How you made me suffer and cry
How you made me desire to die
How many hours of sleep I wasted
Trying to figure out how your lips tasted
How many times have I dreamt with you
Waking up and feeling there was nothing I could do
How many times have you caused me pain
Accompanied by others and looking at me with disdain
How many hours per day have I been thinking about you
Wondering if you felt the same way too
How many times have I felt like running away
And knowing all I could do was wait...
How many times have I tried to forget you
But failing and in the end looking like a fool
How many times my sorrows have I tried to drown
Finding in alcohol a way to ease the pain when feeling down
How many times have I tried saying "I love you"
How many times have I rehear:sed saying that to you
How many times have I dreamt of you saying you love me too
How many times have I felt like hating you
How many times have I hated myself and my life
As I stared at the moonless sky in cold nights...

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"Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo"
I will f*** you in the ass and mouth
Catullus, XVI

Things do sound more profound in Latin...

*doesn't get a cookie*

I came up with this one a few days ago... this one is about politics, you know, with Brazil being one of the coutries with the highest political corruption and everything...

WHERE'S MY MONEY GOING ?

Selected during the elections by the people's choice
That's the only time they listened to their voice
They don't give a **** about us, though
All they wanna do is grab the dough
Grab, grab, grab, with their dirty hands
They are the scum of our land
Politicians with their unsatisfied greed
They don't ****ing care about what we need
They don't care if your healthy or ill
They have better needs they need to fulfill
They don't care if your safe or not
All they worry about is not getting caught
Caught with their hands on the money earned and paid by us
Driving their expensive cars while the people take the bus
Earning thousands with minimal effort, the job of everybody's dreams
Easy money, they eat caviar, while the people eat rice and beans
Hey, mister Mayor, I pay my taxes, but something's wrong...
How come this pothole has been in my street for so long ?

I ask, where is my money going ?
That's what we all would like to be knowing...
Where is our money going ?
Where the **** is the money going ?
Get your hands off of my money, mother****er
Get your hands off of my money, mother****er

I would like to know, what are you gonna do with it...
And don't come telling me all that usual bull****
'cuz I know what you're all truly doing with our money
Everybody does, we all laugh at it, but it's not funny
I want to know... where the hell does my money go ?
Is it going on your expensive limousine ?
Is it going on expensive French cuisine ?
Is it going on your Armani suits ?
Or perhaps on your spoiled youths ?
Is it going on your gigantic house ?
Or perhaps on whores to make your aroused ?
Is it going on your personal jet trips ?
I know you're lying 'cuz I see you moving your lips

Hey, mister politician, we know you're a liar and a thief
As long as there's people like you, we won't be relieved
We may go to jail for shoplifting a small thing or two
But you may steal thousands and yet nothing happens to you
We chose you, by the people you were selected
But the mask fell off after you got elected
You don't give a **** about the ones who elected you
Lying and putting your hand in our money is all you do
You don't care if there's people starving to death
You don't care if we don't have water even to take a fast bath
You don't care if people are losing their jobs
You don't care if in the streets, we're getting robbed
You don't care if our salaries are like ****
You don't care if it's expensive even to eat
You don't ****ing care, you just steal and lie
Politician *******s, why don't you ****ing die ?

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"Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo"
I will f*** you in the ass and mouth
Catullus, XVI

Things do sound more profound in Latin...

i kinda neeed help i can write poems but im trying to learn how to write sons can anyone give some advice?

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Welcomings are given to those who enter. But when they go- is it a goodbye or merely the time between our meetings?