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Post by Black Iron Dong on Mar 1, 2010 18:22:35 GMT -5
Midnight Dream
On the breeze of midnight winds brings forth your face to me again this specter haunts me, yet all i see is the one with whom i wish to be sitting here in the dark hoping our journey will soon embark by what power do you stand and with your love bind my hands so as another night begins unleashing new torments within I will face them and will cope soon we'll be together, I hope So now i leave it up to chance to bring me my romance leaving me to fear that your face again will disappear and at dawn all i scheme will return to nothing but a dream
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Post by Black Iron Dong on Mar 1, 2010 18:24:58 GMT -5
keep in mind these were wrote at 1 in the morn and straight trough there more like rough drafts =D
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Post by sascrotch on Mar 2, 2010 13:26:02 GMT -5
That one is a little choppy, you can probably get it to flow better. But I like the mood.
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Post by egyptiandong on Mar 8, 2010 13:26:03 GMT -5
Cha. Perty koo'.
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Post by sascrotch on Mar 8, 2010 16:44:49 GMT -5
What If The Sun Was Ours?
Chasing the techno soundtrack The back story of my dreams Too far to listen closely, too loose to hem the seams Jaunting into a wonderland twilight Bursting out of the cinder blocks Too perfect to dare destruction, too free to see the locks
The echelon of the meek Crumbles down in a glorious coup Too innocent to remember, too lost to wonder who The zenith of the ruins Barred and guarded without cause Too young to be broken, too old to feel lost
Mute only to show respect Wordy only to show trust Too different to be them, too sad they don’t know us Bottled in and shaken up Erupting through the foam Too elated to be cautious, too sure I have found home
Chasing the techno soundtrack Button stuck on repeat Too close to see it clearly, too strong to be so weak Jaunting into a wonderland twilight Suitcases at our feet Too us to be trapped in winter, too warm and far too sweet
Settle you in now In this vessel built of scars Too rough to be anyone else’s Just enough to be called ours
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Post by sascrotch on Mar 18, 2010 13:17:58 GMT -5
Too Much Isn't Close
Fight off the urge to fight; Face the puddles with a smile So when your ocean rolls in, screaming The wait will seem worthwhile Carbon copied hollow hulls Rock forever, chasing gulls So when your whitewash eyes start dreaming Your pulse is never titled mild
That mirror blinds me, dumb and stunned Head throbbing truth too wild and blunt Face me, yes, you always do What forever is and never was
Give in to my surrender Float at ease in your tomorrow So when the gluttons knock, hell screaming You have no love to borrow A timeline written by the past Before the future had a chance So when your blood boils over, steaming You will know which line to follow
Off every melody hauntingly clear Settles in the replacement of fear Taste me, yes, and hold me too Breathe the words off my tongue
Trace the image of every line When the spirit turns back time So when the clock breaks open, screaming Your forever melts into mine Glow like heaven's brightest halo Kep your heart wherever the rain goes So when your electric eyes start dreaming Their static racesa through the tide
Fight off the urge to fight; Face the puddles with a smile So when your ocean rolls in, screaming The wait will seem worthwhile
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Post by sascrotch on Mar 23, 2010 13:07:58 GMT -5
Lost Son
Her heart beats as drums And behind her ocean eyes I see where I was wrong
Her tears stop my breath Though I hide my mourning 'Til I have no strength left
Her love is inescapable When she looks at her child He demeanor is soft
My only fear is that I I who never could Because I never tried That I will never repay her Her that moved mountains So that I could walk unburdened
My only wish is this This message to be clear To those ears she passed to me That I will work for redemption To see her face like the sun To be free of these tired symptoms
Her heart beats as drums And I there in her eyes See the gift that comes
Her faith is sufficient It carries me as well Those wings that heaven sent
Her trust is what I need Before I am complete Before I fall again
Her forgiveness will let me breathe
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Post by sascrotch on Apr 7, 2010 17:04:24 GMT -5
Life's Bounty
Head spun once, but never dizzy Hearts are trump, clubs are busy Under the grass The nettles and vines Sweep away thoughts and Cradle the rhymes
Hills reaching up, time tumbling down Glazed in the muck, searching for sound Over the past Afraid, yet too brave Dancing out of step To the chorus of graves
I heard its voice, booming and proud Strong in its choice of rolling the ground Into the drums Bleeding out of the sky The tail of a star Leaving dust in your eye
Heart spun once, on a wobbly wheel Stirring the fog, bruising the steel Under the nails Above heaven's cotton A splinter of cherry That can't be forgotten
A lullaby lost, a triumph remembered Breathing the frost, the dew of December Onto the grass The moss and the stone Lay your head down Your ears to your throne
Through the white glass A statue in time Gather your thoughts and Cradle the rhymes
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Post by sascrotch on Apr 18, 2010 16:25:23 GMT -5
Second Hand
Tick. Tock. Stop. Simply stop Steal the treasures Streetlight dreams with A strangle on forever
Tick. Silence the tricks From your tomorrow shines A mirror of your past Dusted and polished Crusted over Still at last Tock. Hang under the clock Clash with a memory Slung like wet clothes On a line with no slack Forgotten and buried A grave underneath Trembling through stone A whisper A word
Stop.
Cover the edges They burn too sharply Angled inward; singled out Slide back into the folds Out of the river Into the snow caps Crossed and tangled Tossed and mangled The veins that make me tick… Tock.
Stop.
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Post by Viking Dong on Apr 19, 2010 12:21:36 GMT -5
Oo, abstract, me likes!
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Post by sascrotch on Apr 21, 2010 13:00:33 GMT -5
I like to switch things up lol
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Post by Viking Dong on Apr 29, 2010 10:19:10 GMT -5
Cha-ching, badda-bing.
When and if you get yours goodself publishered, you can look back and think "this is where it began: the Good Fogger."
Aye?
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Post by sascrotch on May 2, 2010 1:07:44 GMT -5
Aye!
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Post by sascrotch on May 14, 2010 22:14:29 GMT -5
Aidan
It came too far One step away Here on the freedom, blood was lain A breath in one A heart in two Troubled him on what to do The path was there The signs were not Buried under, left to rot Feet fell down Heads stood up The martyr overfilled his cup
There was no cry There were no tears Only desperate want of fear A soul of stone A skin of lead Drank his wine and ate his bread Four days bogged down None cared to stay Tomorrow once and now today His sword of rust His shield of flame Point at the other one to blame
The wood gave in The blade had won To be with Father, Ghost and Son Silence awakened Sound fell asleep His stoic stare went spirit deep A monument proud A man ever humble Refuse to let this bedrock crumble It came too far One breath away And echoed on where night gave way
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Demosthenes
Citizen of Fogger
Bleeeatch what!
Posts: 54
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Post by Demosthenes on May 28, 2010 13:24:33 GMT -5
A day ago I lost what I know
My mind is clear and the brain is drear.
All my wisdom gone, knowledge drawn
I know nothing more than my lifes a bore
gaining knowlege is now a chore
I feel like I know it all, but am as mindless as a porcelain doll
my friends and family are trying to help but nay they cannot.
my mind is gone,
Lost, alone.
Just a little something I cooked up
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