Poetry

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[ben_da_destroyer]

correct me if im wrong but poetry is not music and as she said, not lyrics so yeah, whats the deal  

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ben_da_destroyer

correct me if im wrong but poetry is not music and as she said, not lyrics so yeah, whats the deal

No. It's not music. But, then again, neither is artwork, yet Mel seems to be the who created that thread.

Actually, poems do have a lot to do with music, though. Lyrics, as you should know, are a form of poetry. No poetry = no lyrics.

Poetry, though not directly related (still related, though) to music, is an important part of music.  

[XxMusikJunkiexX]

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ben_da_destroyer

correct me if im wrong but poetry is not music and as she said, not lyrics so yeah, whats the deal

Excuse me, but this thread was approved by me, and Riyo is a moderator in this guild meaning she is trusted to make sensible topics. I see many posts in here which means people are obviously interested. Please stop complaining.  

[The Lovely Miss Melanie]

If I could tell you all the times,
When I was nervous and insane
If you could've told me that you cared
If I could've told you what was on my mind,
would anything change?

I got a my knife and a bullet, ready to strike
and no one knows it yet, but since I told you,
would you tell them now?
You got a look on your face I'd like to hit so bad,
and I hope you know you're pissing me off...

You thought I was a loser, didn't you?
You refuse to admit you wanted to put me down,
just like everyone else did. And all I wanted was to
be liked...

I could've yelled this to everyone,
I could've threw away my sanity,
before I threw away my life..

but would've they cared of how I felt, and what I said?
Well.
I might as well make them dead.

I hate angst, I swear to god.  

[JesusFreak0810]

The sorrow
The time he felt the sorrow couldn't think about tomorrow
he tried everything to forget
about what his ex did
but he just couldn't forget
spentg all his time thinking 'bout this chick
now he wonders if it was a mistake
breaking up or getting together in the first place
well she has already forgotten about him
but his chances of forgetting are slim
will he ever love again
someone please help my friend  

[Vindicated Offender]

I write a lot of poems, but I didn'[t feel like going and getting my notebook to type one out. So here's one I have in my head. It's short tho....

Hiding in the dark waiting for something to change
Unending cycle of fear I think I"m going insane
Nothing to look forward to, each new day I dread
I cannot get out, Don't wanna get out
I think I may be better of dead

Trapped in the Prison of my dark soul
I need something to save me, to make me whole
Caught in a cage of insecurity
It's finally broken down, torn down
Has a hero come to save me?


bleh, let me find another one this one is crap and unfinished  

[Vindicated Offender]

yet another unfinished poem..... Written for my sister actually.

She puts on her mask, Hoping they won't notice
She's trying to hide the scars made
By those she thought could be trusted
She keeps on playing though her heart is a torn and mangled mess
When will she realize this game is just plain foolishness?

Her smile is false, giving others an opposite message
They think she is happy when really her life is just wreckage
Her morals she has put aside, not caring what she's been taught
But she keeps up the masquerade....
Pretending to be something that she is not  

[TheUnabomber]

The walking contradiction

Walking in a clash of black and white
The waking contradiction
Waking to the night of day
The loving contradiction
Loving the hate of love
the looking contradiction
Looking at the evil of good
The following contradiction
Following his own path
The exciting contradiction
Exciting to be boring
The contradicting contradiction
Contradicting his contradiction  

[TheUnabomber]

falling, failing, hopeing

I'm falling for an angel
Falling through the depths of hell
I'm falling for a queen
Falling dead for her
I'm falling
I'm failing
I'm failing the one I love
Failing her every wish
I'm failing to write for her
Failing her beauty
I'm failing
I'm hopeing
I'm hopeing for her forgiveness
Hopeing for heaven
I'm hopeing for her trust
Hopeing I'll never lose mine
I'm hopeing, failing, falling
For you  

[TheUnabomber]

if you want to see the rest of my works they are at this website

http://www.fictionpress.com/~iceshadowdragon

they are the best i can do with the mind i have.  

[Tungska Butterfly]

_Riyo_

ben_da_destroyer

correct me if im wrong but poetry is not music and as she said, not lyrics so yeah, whats the deal

No. It's not music. But, then again, neither is artwork, yet Mel seems to be the who created that thread.

Actually, poems do have a lot to do with music, though. Lyrics, as you should know, are a form of poetry. No poetry = no lyrics.

Poetry, though not directly related (still related, though) to music, is an important part of music.

Read Leonard Cohens lyrics, or Jeff Mangum, or Joanna Newsom. They all read like poetry. But anyway, here is a poem of mine.

Little Anna

Part I

When you were younger your Grandmother gave you
A crucifix, a small gilded cross on a chain.
Although I met you many years later
You still wore it religiously.

When you were born she named you
The surrender child, but your parents rested on
Little Anna instead.

She died over Easter with you at her side,
Flown away from me to say goodbye.
And now she is reborn
To dance around your dreams and
Call you back.


Part II

Fur Immer;
The only piece of German I ever fell in love with. It means
Forever, and you taught it to me in a cold bare room
In Sweden, while it rained outside and the water pump
Hummed rhythmically.

We sat in silence, wrapped around each other,
Almost afraid to let go.

Later we would walk along a lake, larger
Than any sea I swam in. An artist died in these waters,
And as we walked we collected shards of glass
To string together like the notes of a song we never wrote,
Or words to the apology I should have.

Sometimes we laughed,
Sometimes we cried.
Sometimes we told each other secrets,
And others we said nothing at all.

But all the times we slept together
You never looked so naked
As the day you removed
The chain from your neck.  

[Tungska Butterfly]

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