Poems and lyrics you've written

[Julius_Van_Der_Beak]

Maybe an obvious, cliched example, but:

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

I used to think of this as just being an exhortation to live your life as best and as fully as you can, but re-reading it now, there's a lot more going on. Maybe I can think about that later.

 

[EJCC]

Made for a game of Bouts-Rimés, in which I was given the following words to end each line of a sonnet with:

Jingle
Cat
Mingle
Splat

Wombat
Remonstrate
Combat
Defenestrate

Sock
Ghost
Mock
Toast

Wut
But

It's Christmastime, be merry, jangle jingle,
et cetera, with bows bedeck your cat,
who's as enthused as you, as you must mingle
at parties where your networking goes "splat".

To decorate your place: a festive wombat
figurine? You and Cat remonstrate.
Cat would no doubt engage in festive combat
with said decor, and would defenestrate.

Instead, you think, an ugly Christmas sock
or two, perhaps a Christmas Future ghost --
whatever. All your friends would surely mock
any decor you choose. But still -- a toast!

To friends! To cats! To decorations! Wut--
You want to end this Christmas sonnet, but

Side note, could be a fun thread idea -- starting a forum game of Bouts-Rimés.

 

[The Terminator]

I am from the past and I came to the present to revolutionize the future.

 

[thepink-cloakedninja]

Ooh, I have a lot of lyrics! Here's my two favorite!

My Imaginary Friend

I first met my imaginary friend
On the day when everything ended
The walls were shaking
My childhood was breaking
When he poked his head through the window and said

Come with me and we'll have an adventure
Come with me explore the beautiful unknown
Come with me to another planet
Another time, another life

Late for dinner too many times
I was having an adventure in another life
My mother wondered if I was losing my mind
I swore I was fine

Yelling comes from downstairs
My imaginary friend strokes my hair
Come with me away from here
Let's have an adventure

Come with me and we'll have an adventure
Come with me explore the beautiful unknown
Come with me to another planet
Another time, another life
Come with me and we'll have an adventure
Come with me leave your pain on the doorstep
Come with me to a wonderful land
Another place, away from here

Let's climb a mountain
Slide down a waterfall
As long as you forget it all
Let's fly a starship
Sail across the seas
As long as you feel free

chorus

The Forest of Dark Decay

Deep in the forest of dark decay
Chained to a rotten pine tree
Branches scraped my skin away
Revealing what's inside me
Deep in the forest of dark decay
Chained to a rotten pine tree
I wished the rest of my life away
To escape my melancholy

I walked out in the night
Too apathetic to be afraid
And for a moment I felt fine
The cold air whisked my sorrow away
I woke up to sunshine
Too cheery for my gray
I wish the clouds would come out
And block the light of day

It takes a lifetime to forget a moment
Why can't the things that are good just stay?

Chorus

I walked out in the night air
To look for celestial beings
Please, please, if you're out there,
Come and take me

Chorus

Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick time crawls by
Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick the hours slide
Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick can't escape my life
Sweet dreams please take me

Chorus

 

[EJCC]

the rage poem to end all rage poems
(dedicated to bukowski and also my ENFP 4w3 friend)

I told my friend
that I would write
the rage poem
to end all
rage poems.

a poem that
provides all the
catharsis you
need to
empty your
infinite well
of anger.

guaranteed to

1)
release your
rage monster--
that wise, soft,
majestic, and
(somehow,
to you)
*comforting*
murderous
hell-beast--
from its
cage, then
barricade
the cage doors
to make sure
it never
returns;

2)
untangle the
gnarled knot
in your chest
that with every
news story of
deportations,
bombings,
and orphaned
traumatized
children,
crushes your
heart and
deadens your
soul;

3)
silence the
voices in your
head that
whisper:
rage is
life,
rage is
justice,
rage is
the miracle cure
to both your
and society's
wounds;

and

4)
remove,
with surgical
precision,
what you had
previously
thought was your
greatest
strength, but
is actually
a parasite
eating away
at your insides
until there is
nothing left
of the old
you;

all that or
your money
back!

this rage poem
to end all
rage poems
provides
eternal
peace,
ensuring that
the bluebird
in your heart
will never
die.

which is
precisely why
I'll never
write it.

a life without
the monster,
the knots,
the voices,
is a life without
humanity.

a life without
you, and
without the
parasite that
makes up
an increasing
percentage of
me.

sorry, friend,
I know I promised.

but the bluebird
has to
die.

 

[Gypsy-Flux]

CREATION

Profuse and misused
Is the pitter patter
On the lazy pane
Abundant
Artistic strain.

Phlegmatic army
Bloodless in its volley,
But stubborn in its gift:
Outpour creating
A blanket of melancholy.

When the torrent lets
And retreats into peaceful calm,
The heart rejoices to see
What nurturing pain
In reverting
Fertilized.

 

[Firebird 8118]

I was inspired just minutes ago, so I have no title yet. Here are some words from my heart:

I was trapped in a cage
With the PAIN and the RAGE
Of an animal caught
From the wild - and I fought
With the million chains
That were bound to the heart,
For I knew that someday
I would break them apart!

***

EDIT: I know what to call it now - "The Battle Within".

 

[ilikeitlikethat]

I'm just a pervert
From the circus
The light's bright now
When it's night out
Women find our
Perfect hide out
From the crowd now
Too many eyes have seen

That I'm so damn good
You twist
Flicking the bean
You do!

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