Poetry thread!

[Welly]

show you skill in writing song, poem, anything..but try to keep it in english, or translate our stuff!

ONE OF MY SONG

the color code

the narrator
the hero
the ghost, blackdeath metal voice
some girl


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Kings Of The Past
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In the times of ancien glory
We shone
Now standing in the monastery
A broken throne

Back from his travel to beyond
He founded his houses burned
The flying ashes of his family
The burned corpses crying the tragedy

AH! WHY!
Now my hope are shattered
Now my soul is restless
Now my eyes are burned
Now I'm cutting my own flesh
And bleed for my family
For I have lost my sanity
(REST IN PEACE YOU PROUD WARRIOR)

Here we are to tell you the ancien
tales of your family, joy and pain
We were proud of our name
now we cry for the same

What? Who is talking to me?

We are the:

King of the past. We are your ancestors
We lived on this cursed land in time of yore
We are the proud restless batallion of fear
We are the spirit legend of the forgotten years

Now your time as come to wake up and fight
Your died son is crying tear of blood you're spiting out
And the death must be your only sight
Until you join the:

King of the past. We are your ancestors
We lived on this cursed land in time of yore
We are the proud restless batallion of fear
We are the spirit legend of the forgotten years

Death!( DEATH)
Come to me !(NOW) Come to take me away now must I die
Take my soul away no more shall I cry

Fight for our Name (i'll fight til the end )
Avenge your shame

Now shall he make his way through out life
No more he's got a reason to live or die
No more can he love his departed wife
No more his spirit can be satisfied

Run to the stars, And shone upon them
Get your soul to the light of misery
The purity of the mighty star flame
Can burn the dream of this tragedy

Now the death taked him for the afterlife
He proudly stand and await the dying
To take away his souls to his son and wife
Into the stars shall they stay forever, shining


I am now ready to return to my glory
I am now ready to reach the:

King of the past. We are your ancestors
We lived on this cursed land in time of yore
We are the proud restless batallion of fear
We are the spirit legend of the forgotten years

And now he sleep, forever


sorry if this have been maked fast fo the color code.. but you might understand anyway

 

[Tragedy]

criss moi qui pensait quon étais chum! pk tu ma aps montré a avant *a plein de riffs tous meilleur les uns que les autre dans la tete*

 

[shadow_538]

pouhaha moi jlavais vu avant!!!!!
jlai vécu sa composition en direct!!!!
pis y disait tallais le tuer pcq tu pourrais asp mettre dla musique dessus!

 

[Tragedy]

la nuance cé parce la musik que je vais mettre dessus lui plaira pas, jai beau composé les meilleur riff de ma vie, il va dire "bof"...ya aps lair de comprendre que mon nom de famille cé pas laiho....Jmenva quand composer dekoi a mettre dessus parce que je trouve les lyrics crissement bonne et inspirante

 

[murderedbysound]

well if we could speak in english i may post a poem of mine

 

[Tragedy]

of course we could sorry dood

 

[murderedbysound]

*working title*

Hanging in my room is a picture
Black and white or faded away
No color, no emotion
Left with out a trace a tear runs down my face
It’s like yesterday it was here
Full of color and life
Only to find it empty and gray
I dusted off the shell
Hoping to find the color it once had
It doesn’t appear
Older pictures die with age
While some preserve forever
Like dreams may hold images forver
But some may only be found right in front of you
The color around the wall has faded around the picture
Hanging there for so long one might forget about it
Dusting if off might freshen the memories
Then again dreams may keep them alive
longer

 

[Welly]

Then again dreams may keep them alive
longer

wow man i love it! really cool! if i can find some other stuff i wrote i'll post it soon

 

[†_Aragorth_†]

cool, cool

 

[murderedbysound]

hey thanks guys writing i do when im bored...alot of people say that im good at it..i dunno if i wanna have this as my career though..kinda fun though

 

[Tut Ankh Amon]

i make lyrics for my band but they all suck, unfortunately

 

[Welly]

show it anyway

 

[Tut Ankh Amon]

well, here is one of those "Holy shit we need a lyric for this song fast" kind of thing

Justice is Blind

Justice is so relative
Some say we can't play God
To decide who lives and who dies
Isn't it an excuse, just lies?

I look back at what i did
And ask myself "was I wrong?"
But my spirit i must feed
To stay alive, i must be strong

Bridge:

What should I do then
If my past haunts me when
I try to make it up to them
Those who i brought sadness and pain

[chorus]

So here i stand
Perplexed with life
Staring at the star filled sky (making no sound)
With all the answers out there (just waiting to be found)

I may regret
But it's just not the case
I'm not that hypocrit
I've no sorrow to be ablazed

[/chorus]

Should i be ashamed of my sins
Being so normal to me?
Then why do i have this feeling
That I what did was meant to be?

Bridge

Chorus

 

[Timmeth]

Here's a few of mine...

Infrasonic

Below audio
Lay a sound so fragile
With anything more than a whisper
It vanishes…

A delicate whisper shattered in the air
A deaf scream, a silent symbol
Murderous whispers of solemnity
An echo, a single causality
A scream from a reality

Lower than the ear can hear
Not a sound, not even a whisper
A silent scream, the infrasonic dream

A deafening whisper
Silencing a melody
Which had been ensnared
In a brittle thought
A silenced melody

A delicate whisper shattered within air
A deaf scream, a silent symbol
Murderous whispers of solemnity
An echo, a single causality
A scream from a reality

…Below an audio
Lay a sound so fragile
With anything more than a whisper
Vanished!


In Between A Dawn

Along a highway of ruins
With helpless breaths
Don’t know where you’re goin’
I desired your taste
In a place, where it lay awake…

Laying in between a dawn
In an malevolent game
I am your pawn

Until man falls apart
An unforgiving heart
Lay upon a broken star
Without passion nor desire
Heartless, painless…

Laying in between a dawn
In an malevolent game
I am your pawn

Endless game
Fragile remains…

Within the glimpse of the naked eye, I caught the desire
To taste, to feel, to inhale, to no avail…

Laying in between a dawn

In an malevolent game
I am your pawn

There’s an absence of mind
No abundance of heart
In between a dawn

Passion exists, in between a dawn…
Despair persists, in between a dawn…

 

[Lanterns]

I wrote the following poem some time ago, it's VERY VERY personal, it's about depression and body/weight stuff...well by the way I'm doing better now.

***NOTHING***
I’m safe in my room, secluded
In my own miniature world
With dirty pink wallpaper
And full of lovely little lanterns
But the room inside of me
Is darker than black
Tear me open and find
NOTHING
Nothing but the abyss
The gaping gash
My soul faded to a
NOTHING
And I became the gash
Too tired to move
Too old to change
Predestined to reach
Unhealthy dimensions
(THANK YOU, GOD!!)
Just like the
NOTHING
Out of control
My body gets larger
While inside I’m starving
Like a pig on a fattening farm
I just keep eating
Desperately trying
To fill up the
NOTHING
I own this huge barbaric carcass
I decorate it like a christmas tree
All while inside of it
Slowly, too slowly
My soul rots away
In its own...
NOTHING
Decomposing alive
Perishing, drowning
In my own fat and feces
Covered in dust
Tasting of decay, stinking of piss
Reeking of
NOTHING, nothing, empty, NOTHING
Old toys, dead joys
Pictures of rock stars
And pictures of pain
My room is still the same
And in in its stuffy atmosphere
I can smell my
NOTHING
Secluded again, I sit down
On this safe spot
I switch on this familiar machine
Hoping to get lost
Lost in the world of outdoor lighting
A world beyond the
NOTHING???
Mysteriou fixtures, enigmatic beings
They temporarily fill me up
With passion, devotion
For two hours a night
Like I was able to flee the
NOTHING
I escape into their world
1960s vintage streetlights
Old and rusty they look during the day
Some seem abandoned like me
Some dark and menacing like reality
Are they on the verge of
NOTHING??
But at night, what a surprise
They give off light, so strong and bright
Like they had suddenly regained the power
From their younger days
Light, so fresh and clean, innocent
Just like MY younger days
And of said light, every other day
A little tiny ray, one that you can barely see
Manages to penetrate my massive black
NOTHING.

 

[Welly]

im almost ashamed i dared to post my poem here

 

[murderedbysound]

why be ashamed??

 

[Tut Ankh Amon]

why be ashamed??

indeed, why be ashamed dude?
look at MINE

 

[Dethroned]

My latest ones, I guess there's too many grammar errors, but what the heck...


The Heart Of The Decay

Woman:
A thousand flames shall burn in my night
A thousand cries shall light out the light
A thousand tears can drown my dream
I only need the one to dry my griefing eyes

Man:
I love every single tear you bleed
I love the way you cry
I will give everything you need
I'll miss none of your tears...

Both:
The Heart Of The Decay
Rotten from the skin to core
So solid and still so sore
The Heart Of The Dead
Lives once more

Man:
Blind my eyes with your fire
Dreams of the burning desire
I can't leave the dream
Is there something that I should see?

Both:
The Heart Of The Decay
Rotten from the skin to core
So solid and still so sore
The Heart Of The Dead
Lives once more

Woman:
You can't deny, I see it from your eyes
The lust that burns so bright
Was never meant to be right...

Man:
There's no good nor bad
To deserve life like this
What is the thing that drives me mad
The taste of death on your lips

Woman:
It is the end of everything
Faint is the mind of man
Dead or not, slave or king
Weak is the soul of the dead man's son

Man:
The Heart Of The Decay
Rotten from the skin to core
So solid and still so sore
The Heart Of The Dead
Dies once more...

I Suffer Of You

As my torment unfolds
Your soul have been sold
By the look to my eyes
You see the hate in disguise

I can't keep myself out of it
It's the thing to go with

All else is nothing,
The torment of me
The pain I feel
Is the pleasure for you
I suffer of you

A bare soul
In my vicious control
And through my eyes
I learn how to despise

I love to hear what you'd give of it
it's the thing that I don't give a shit

All else is nothing,
The torment of me
The pain I feel
Is the pleasure for you
I suffer of you

 

[†_Aragorth_†]

indeed, why be ashamed dude?
look at MINE

hahahaha
not bad, dood...hahahahahaha