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[st.jimmy]
03-16-2008, 06:01 PM
yo, yo, yo! if you guys got poems, then post and coment on them here!

black memory

If you slowly let your mind race,
Just slip away without a trace,
then memorys will come to and fro,
even of people you barely know,

as memorys come to your head,
even of people that are dead,
they wont always be of pleasent times,
like hanging with friends or finding nickles or dimes,

there can always be that black memory,
of times of hatred or mad family,
just try to think of kinds of roses,
not of many different kinds of poses,

now its my time to slip away,
an end for a buitiful day,
so be good to your friends and family,
and dont let come, that black memory.

By:Me

Ghostly time

have you ever just sat,
and waited for later,
on a blanket or mat,
time like an esculator,

are you just sitting at home,
with nothing to do,
mabey reading a tome,
or taking off your shoe,

is the clock stopped,
or is it your imagination,
like that dancing mop,
or familys imigration,

the numbers arnt changing,
theyre staying the same,
and your just laying,
staring at the clocks frame,

and just when your thinking,
the door slowly comes ajar,
and you start freaking,
but its just your mom, and your sibling.
By:Me

LakE
03-16-2008, 06:27 PM
The word is spelt "Beautiful" for the first poem.
Oh, i dislike those poems, they seem too.. Crappy. For my liking.
Take no offense by that, i have unusual likings.
They don't seem to have that much meaning, in my opinion.

Oh and, is this just for poems you've wrote? (Not you personally, but can it be from other people?)

[st.jimmy]
03-16-2008, 06:32 PM
The word is spelt "Beautiful" for the first poem.
Oh, i dislike those poems, they seem too.. Crappy. For my liking.
Take no offense by that, i have unusual likings.
They don't seem to have that much meaning, in my opinion.

Oh and, is this just for poems you've wrote? (Not you personally, but can it be from other people?)

ya man, but at the end you have to say who its by.

LakE
03-16-2008, 06:57 PM
Wrote by; Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children arden for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Bolded the interesting parts. What i find to be quite strong and what make the poem. The last phrase; "DUlce Et Decorum Est pro patria mori." in other words means; "it is a wonderful and great honour to fight and die for your country"
But yeah, this poem interests me.

Paco
03-16-2008, 07:23 PM
im guessing you mean poem central?

Kitsune
03-16-2008, 08:41 PM
What a literary man this is.

Now if you'll please put your second and third posts into your first?

[st.jimmy]
03-17-2008, 06:56 PM
Blood

as he narrowly crawls through,
with thoughts of witchcraft and voo-doo,
then he can only think of one thing,
the day of torcher and bloody rain,

everything to him was mean,
even of those colored saint patricks day green,
but for him that was very grand,
colors in photos that are very bland,

then he cuts himself,
puts the blood in a jar on the shelf,
not worrying about spys,
just telling himself more and more lies,

a man notices the emo child,
and throws his skateboard in a dirt pile,
the man wipes his eyes"is this today",
and the emo child slowly pases away.
By:Me

Smashdood
03-18-2008, 04:59 PM
It seems to me like 99.1% of the poetry written by people on this forum is vapid and meaningless, only written to express teenage angst.

Which just happens to be really ****ing boring.

Gavel
03-18-2008, 05:08 PM
It seems to me like 99.1% of the poetry written by people on this forum is vapid and meaningless, only written to express teenage angst.

Which just happens to be really ****ing boring.

Don't forget that they lack some any sort of rhythmic meter. They'll put, like, 20 words in the next line in order to get it to rhyme with the last one. For example:

"my life is filed with dread
theres no use living i mite as well end it rite here im going to bo buy a gun and put a bulet in my head"

Request
03-18-2008, 06:34 PM
Spazz and Smashdood are right, all I have to say is:

Today I've decided that life is unfair
'Cause I don't have cool clothes like the in-crowd kids wear.
And my mother won't let me put gel in my hair!
For my tragic existence, does nobody care?
Today I've decided that life is unfair.

My favourite T-shirt was all dirty and wrinkled
My sis took the last Pop-Tart, with icing and sprinkles.
My folks said I'm too selfish, they're so unaware
That today I've decided that life is unfair.

Got an F on a test, 'cause I'm too cool to study
Got dissed 'cause I'd gossipped about my best buddy,
A car splashed my leg, now my pants are all muddy!
I'm feeling so hopeless, I want to despair,
'Cause today I've decided that life is unfair.

I'll go get some piercings, I'll dress in all black,
Get a skull and a serpent tattooed on my back!
Hey world, I'm depressed, can't you cut me some slack?!?!
I know that my classmates will whisper and stare,
But today I've decided that life is unfair.

As I walked home from school, whilst I wallowed in gloom,
I saw in a gutter, unwashed and ill-groomed,
A man who had nothing. Until now, I'd assumed
That I had it the worst, that nobody cared,
After all, I'd decided that life was unfair!

As I looked at this man, and he slowly gazed up,
And jingled the change in his worn paper cup,
His clothes were unruly, and so was his hair,
Yet he spoke quite politely, (though his looks caused a scare),
"Kid, why do you think that life's so unfair?"

As I pondered his question, put myself in his shoes,
I realized contentment is something we choose.
For this man had so little, and I had it all,
Had a house, food, and water, which may appear small,
Had a family who loved me, and would always be there,
While he slept on cold pavement, 'neath streetlights' harsh glare,
This sobering lesson made me wholly aware,
That it's to MY advantage that life is unfair.

Überschall
03-18-2008, 06:45 PM
Man against a wooden door
pulling, from the concrete floor
he pulls the door towards his chest
so that the door may cease it's rest!

The man with anger filled atop
the door just never makes a hop!
He pulls it with all force he's got
but the wood won't change it's spot.

Suddenly, out from the bush
he decides to give a push
stunning and in slight dolor
open swings the wooden door!

MonsterBreath12
03-18-2008, 07:06 PM
Yank the chain, flush the bullshit down the drain. let the water be clean again.

my best poem.

Überschall
03-18-2008, 07:09 PM
Yeah, and it's total shit so it fits the image I have of you.

tiddlywinks
03-26-2008, 10:16 AM
Rose was a merry girl
one of natures flawless pearls,
who, one fateful day,
played ball near the motorway.

She kicked it high,
she threw it far.
Too far indeed,
she hit a car.

Mr Jones, in quite a rush,
was reduced to human slush,
After meeting head-on the ball,
he met, doing ninety, head on the wall.

Had Rose been,
not only three
she'd face murder, first degree
and spend her days in misery.

The moral of the story is,
don't give balls to little kids.

by yours truly, hrhr.

imported_SPARTAN_117
03-27-2008, 11:12 PM
@ st. jimmy's first poem

I actually thought it was really good, write more.

Jeremy
03-27-2008, 11:22 PM
Don't forget that they lack some any sort of rhythmic meter. They'll put, like, 20 words in the next line in order to get it to rhyme with the last one. For example:

"my life is filed with dread
theres no use living i mite as well end it rite here im going to bo buy a gun and put a bulet in my head"

Poetry isn't about rhythm.

Schwa
03-27-2008, 11:31 PM
Poetry isn't about rhythm.

If the poetry has no Rythm then it basically sucks horse cock.

Not to mention the ideas that are presented in bad teenage poetry.

Don't you dare say "Epic Poemz Ollo=oljfoiawjfioaeehgialugeh"

Jeremy
03-27-2008, 11:35 PM
"Epic Poemz Ollo=oljfoiawjfioaeehgialugeh"

wut ?

Index
03-27-2008, 11:37 PM
Rose was a merry girl
one of natures flawless pearls,
who, one fateful day,
played ball near the motorway.

She kicked it high,
she threw it far.
Too far indeed,
she hit a car.

Mr Jones, in quite a rush,
was reduced to human slush,
After meeting head-on the ball,
he met, doing ninety, head on the wall.

Had Rose been,
not only three
she'd face murder, first degree
and spend her days in misery.

The moral of the story is,
don't give balls to little kids.

by yours truly, hrhr.

That's awesome.

Schwa
03-27-2008, 11:40 PM
wut ?

Like the Oddyssey and stuffs.

Jeremy
03-27-2008, 11:55 PM
Oh, I couldn't read what you said. I get it now, but there have been lots of good poems that weren't epic, nor did they rhyme.

Schwa
03-28-2008, 12:16 AM
Oh, I couldn't read what you said. I get it now, but there have been lots of good poems that weren't epic, nor did they rhyme.

I believe we were talking about Rythm.

The problem is if a poems rythm is disgustingly off the flow of ideas is just ruined.

Bleh.

Jeremy
03-28-2008, 12:28 AM
Meh .

Schwa
03-28-2008, 12:31 AM
Meh .

A. You concede defeat?
B. You are confused.
C. You tire of talking to my inferior/superior intellect.

Jeremy
03-28-2008, 01:07 AM
<_<

I disagree, but I'm to lazy to make a good argument back.
I concede defeat I guess. lol.

Gavel
03-28-2008, 02:27 PM
Poetry isn't about rhythm.
It is if it's a rhyming poem. And that's the kind of poem I was discussing which you could also see from my example from the fact that I was referencing towards the run-of-the-mill poetry made by people on this site.

There are poems that don't rhyme, but for the ones that do, the cleverness comes out of the fact that the poem is strung together in a rhythmic fashion. And I don't mean "rap-rhythmic" I just mean that they have it in a way that the second line doesn't add, like, 20 more words than the first line just to make it rhyme.

Jeremy
03-28-2008, 02:29 PM
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Gavel
03-28-2008, 02:32 PM
Eating some Lindor truffles or lapsing into an out-of-body state?

Jeremy
03-28-2008, 02:37 PM
If I had to choose, it would be the truffles. But I cant honestly claim either.

Gavel
03-28-2008, 02:46 PM
Then buy some truffles. They're a dream.

Jeremy
03-28-2008, 02:47 PM
Simply marvelous.

1up
03-30-2008, 03:26 PM
yo guys.... i'm sorry i( [stjimmy] ) havn't been on in a while.
they kicked me out!!!!! so this is my new account, 1up!

1up
03-30-2008, 03:27 PM
Dear mom

Dear mom i told you i'd be back,
back again but this time your on my lap,
i know i was gone for quite a while,
but i brought something back to make it worthwhile,

Dear mom what if i told you u i got married,
but i pierced her heart while riding on a fairy,
because she was threatening to kill you,
i now know i should'nt have ran away from school,

Dear mom i know i've been gone for 10 years,
but i was out and about facing my fears,
i was only out to make you proud,
but i ended up getting shocked by a thunder cloud,

Dear mom after i got shocked,
i went into a coma and got mocked,
i now know why you said come home,
i now beileve when you said i could'nt make it alone,

Dear mom i wish i was still small enouph to sit on your lap,
because now i wish i could have my childhood back,
now i'll stay for a while,
only to see you smile
By:Me

Gavel
03-31-2008, 10:24 AM
The part where he got hit by lightning was lame. It sounds as if you added it in just for the sake of making it rhyme, and then tried to work with it from there.

maximumninja12
04-01-2008, 09:58 PM
I personaly hope zombies will invade. because if i find a zombie George Bush, i will torture it while laughing meniacaly. I also enjoy killing small helpless creatures, just saying.:heh: :heh:

1up
04-02-2008, 07:10 PM
Road trip

they were headin' down the street,
drivin' twards the mountins,
they stoped on a peak,
and looked down and saw fountins,

they were back on the road,
when the heared a bump,
they assumed it was a toad,
and they passed by a stump,

it was 2A.M. ,
one took a bathroom brake,
you didn't need a brain stem,
to know that they were being chased,

so the abandened him,
just kept on drivin',
they just kept on spinning,
they stoped in town and thier friends wasn't arivin',

so they went back to get him,
he was nowhere to be found,
they were goin' to find him in the mornin',
and they went back into town,

when they went back,
they couldn't find him,
so they went to Jack,
a local fireman,

John never was found,
he now haunts his friends,
all year round,
to his friends expence!
By:Me

Covalence
04-02-2008, 08:20 PM
That had too many random things, and I mean that in a bad way.

Nodd
04-02-2008, 10:23 PM
slammin' my fist down on the colored rocks
no clothes that fit me and no matching socks
the ticks in my hair and the way the clock tocks
the way the dogs run and the way the birds mock

Kitsune
04-02-2008, 11:02 PM
That had too many random things, and I mean that in a bad way.


I could not breathe in the Disk player in the basement of my forefathers in New Orleans underwater.
I could not breathe underwater with my face in a disk.
Not a CD, but one of those huge disks. The ones before CDs. Not records, but something else.
There were leeches in the water. It was fun as they singed and laughed and drove mini-coopers.
I should visit my gram's more often. She's getting old in New Orleans and I heard MJ has AIDS.
Not your regular cookie cutter nice nice AIDS, but top of the line african AIDS.
AIDS that are like cards at a store. The guy next to you says, "man, you can't get those anywhere else!"
The corpse next to me resembled a lollipop. on the Disk.
Oh yeah, it's a picture on the disk.
Never mind.
So anyway, I'm drowning in this underwater sting-raids pool of death in a basement when suddenly
oh so suddenly
A leech came up to me and asked: "Hay u wanna play uh gayme?" Just like the text entails.
It really sounded like that. (Haey- ooh- uana- play- uh- gaym?)
But we're underwater, so I couldn't hear him.
Mostly, I heard, LUKLGJYKBLIKCFHFTFGHHAIDS!!!!!
and I laughed at him.
Then he sucked my sugarsweet blood coated with cotton-candy lollipop beer soda.
He said it was yummy and read "Oliver Twist" in a rocking chaor at the bottom of the disk player.
This was a big disk player. Not your regular AIDS, but your disk player that is bigger than a car.
Yeah, that old.
So I'll add a rhyme to here
to entertain you if you are horny for mere
wordplay in a poem.
I'm done rhyming, because I'm drowning right now in a ****ing disk player.
Remember?
I pulled my head out of the disk player and sticked my arm into my HP Invent hardware place.
Yeah, some hard place.
The leeches were angry for abandonment and started attacking me with star-wars collector items.
There were mugs, light sabers. Not your regular AIDS, but a nice, sound effect light sabers.
One of those that cost 100 dollars and we got at this New Orleans store.
I said to my sister "I'm sure the city will be underwater one day and we can take it in the panic"
But no one listens to my candy cane dildo.

Literary Art by Marc K.
Choreography by Marc K.
Leeches by Marc K.
~Kitsune.

Random is ****ing fun. Don't diss random. That was the point of this poem, and I think it actually turned out cool. :D

And I did Improv that. Completely raw for SP.

:D

Überschall
04-03-2008, 02:51 PM
I think, the only good poems were the humorous ones so far.

Covalence
04-03-2008, 03:31 PM
Random is ****ing fun. Don't diss random. That was the point of this poem, and I think it actually turned out cool. :D

And I did Improv that. Completely raw for SP.

:D
i meant the st faggot kid

read his poem, he just tried to add stuff to make rhymes

Krob
04-03-2008, 03:58 PM
Not really a poem, just a short, poetic, story.


"Fog of War"

On a cold December night, battles rage, many another years ago.
The wind blows, adding chills to any hardened hearts as the luminous moon glows.
Sounds of armor clanking, steel clashing, helmets crashing onto the dampened ground.
A warrior soiled with blood and dirt, revolving around, surrounded, refusing to back down.
His honor is astronomical, his strength elephantine, and his skills forever unmatched.
The ones that surrounded him lacked superior skills, and he saw his chance to attack.
His enemies attempted to draw back, and his sword was thrust into one’s thorax.
He spun around, and three more were slayed as the sound of armor snapped.
A painful sensation sent shocks up his spine, he looked down, found a wound in his side.
Knew this meant his grave soon arrives, fell, and started recalling memories to his mind.
Memories of sin, and memories of hate. Memories of the first time he wielded the blade.
And the humans he’d slain, without remorse of their fate, or the hearts it would break.
This man realized every kill was a murder, even blinded my war, families would suffer..
Children with only mothers, then he thought of a young boy without an older brother.
Tears streamed down his hardened face, and the man looked backed on young life.
Death to his wife, Assassinated in coldness, and no chance to say “Good bye”.
He fell to his knees, and thought of his son, who’s location is unknown.
The only one he could call his own, the one who greeted him when he arrived home.
The warrior smashed to the ground, helmet rolled away, and his eyes grew weary.
Then he saw a vision that was leery, looked into the one who killed him, his eyes blurry.
He saw his own offspring, for his son kneeled beside him, his lips murmured “Forgive me”.
But the Father herd no words, it seems as suffering of families was revenged by irony.

1up
04-06-2008, 12:05 PM
dude, don't diss [st.jimmy] because thats my banned account!

maximumninja12
04-06-2008, 12:53 PM
This is a Haiku i made up at school, waiting for the day to end

Time, we head it so.
And why we do, i'll never know.
Time, an enigma

1up
04-08-2008, 08:12 PM
Lies get past around
desite the good and selfless
enough to drown in

a haiku by me

Gavel
04-08-2008, 08:13 PM
Lies get past around
desite the good and selfless
enough to drown in

a haiku by me
Did it even have a point to it?

1up
04-08-2008, 08:16 PM
people need to stop dissing others,
they're not accomplishing nothin',
they're just emmbaressing their mother,
unless you stop the racisum and and start counting all people as somethin'


Did it even have a point to it?
yea, dont lie is the name

Dudeman
04-08-2008, 08:21 PM
people need to stop dissing others,
they're not accomplishing nothin',
they're just emmbaressing their mother,
unless you stop the racisum and and start counting all people as somethin'


yea, dont lie is the name

Wow, that was terrible. You even spelled racism wrong.


people need to stop double posting,
their second post is probably nothin',
they're just emmbaressing their mother,
unless you stop the hating meanies out there or somethin'

1up
04-08-2008, 08:28 PM
Wow, that was terrible. You even spelled racism wrong.


people need to stop double posting,
their second post is probably nothin',
they're just emmbaressing their mother,
unless you stop the hating meanies out there or somethin'
ha ha ha...... right!

Big Bang
04-10-2008, 07:25 PM
Encuentra un momento
En donde si intento
si quiera un momento
expresar un sentimiento
para que ese momento
quede en el tiempo
como el momento
de un sentimiento santo

Spanish, yes, don't blame me. Still trying to beat this.

Ya tuve que ir obligado a misa
ya toqué en el piano "Para Elisa"
ya aprendí a falsear mi sonrisa
ya caminé por la cornisa
ya cambié de lugar mi cama
ya hice comedia ya hice drama
fui concreto y me fui por las ramas
ya me hice el bueno y tuve mala fama
ya fui ético y fui errático
ya fui escéptico y fui fanático
ya fui abúlico fui metódico
ya fui púdico fui caótico
ya leí Arthur Conan Doyle
ya me pasé de nafta a gasoil
ya leí a Bretón y a Mollier
ya dormí en colchón y en sommier
ya me cambié el pelo de color
ya estuve en contra y estuve a favor
lo que me daba placer ahora me da dolor
ya estuve del otro lado del mostrador

Y oigo una voz que dice sin razón
vos siempre cambiando ya no cambias más
y yo estoy cada vez más igual
ya no sé que hacer conmigo

ya me ahogué en un vaso de agua
ya planté café en Nicaragua
ya me fuí a probar suerte a USA
ya jugué a la ruleta rusa
ya creí en los marcianos
ya fui ovolacto, vegetariano, sano
fui quieto y fui gitano
ya estuve tranqui, estuve hasta las manos
hice el curso de mitología pero de mi los dioses se reían
orfedrería la salvé raspando
y ritmología aquí la estoy aplicando
ya probé, ya fumé, ya tomé, ya dejé
ya fimé, ya viajé, ya pegué, ya sufrí, ya eludí
ya huí, ya asumí, ya me fui, ya volvi, ya fingí, ya mentí
y entre tantas falsedades
muchas de mis mentiras ya son verdades
hice fácil las adversidades
y me compliqué en las mil edades

Y oigo una voz que dice con razón
vos siempre cambiando ya no cambias más
y yo estoy cada vez más igual
ya no sé que hacer conmigo

Ya me hice un lifting, me puse un piercing
fui a ver al Dream Team y no hubo feeling
me tatué al Che en una nalga
arriba de mami para que no se salga
ya me reí y me importa un bledo
de cosas y gente que ahora me dan miedo
ayuné por causas al pedo
ya me empaché con pollo al spiedo
ya fui al sicólogo, fui al teólogo
fui al astrólogo, fui al enólogo
ya fui alcohólico y fui lambeta
ya fui anónimo y ya hice dieta
ya lancé piedras y escupitajos
al lugar donde ahora trabajo
y mi legajo cuenta el estrajo
que me porté bien y que armé relajo.

Y oigo una voz que dice sin razón
vos siempre cambiando ya no cambias más
y yo estoy cada vez más igual
ya no sé que hacer conmigo

Y oigo una voz que dice con razón
vos siempre cambiando ya no cambias más
y yo estoy cada vez más igual
ya no sé que hacer conmigo

1up
04-14-2008, 07:09 PM
Encuentra un momento
En donde si intento
si quiera un momento
expresar un sentimiento
para que ese momento
quede en el tiempo
como el momento
de un sentimiento santo

Spanish, yes, don't blame me. Still trying to beat this.

Ya tuve que ir obligado a misa
ya toqué en el piano "Para Elisa"
ya aprendí a falsear mi sonrisa
ya caminé por la cornisa
ya cambié de lugar mi cama
ya hice comedia ya hice drama
fui concreto y me fui por las ramas
ya me hice el bueno y tuve mala fama
ya fui ético y fui errático
ya fui escéptico y fui fanático
ya fui abúlico fui metódico
ya fui púdico fui caótico
ya leí Arthur Conan Doyle
ya me pasé de nafta a gasoil
ya leí a Bretón y a Mollier
ya dormí en colchón y en sommier
ya me cambié el pelo de color
ya estuve en contra y estuve a favor
lo que me daba placer ahora me da dolor
ya estuve del otro lado del mostrador

Y oigo una voz que dice sin razón
vos siempre cambiando ya no cambias más
y yo estoy cada vez más igual
ya no sé que hacer conmigo

ya me ahogué en un vaso de agua
ya planté café en Nicaragua
ya me fuí a probar suerte a USA
ya jugué a la ruleta rusa
ya creí en los marcianos
ya fui ovolacto, vegetariano, sano
fui quieto y fui gitano
ya estuve tranqui, estuve hasta las manos
hice el curso de mitología pero de mi los dioses se reían
orfedrería la salvé raspando
y ritmología aquí la estoy aplicando
ya probé, ya fumé, ya tomé, ya dejé
ya fimé, ya viajé, ya pegué, ya sufrí, ya eludí
ya huí, ya asumí, ya me fui, ya volvi, ya fingí, ya mentí
y entre tantas falsedades
muchas de mis mentiras ya son verdades
hice fácil las adversidades
y me compliqué en las mil edades

Y oigo una voz que dice con razón
vos siempre cambiando ya no cambias más
y yo estoy cada vez más igual
ya no sé que hacer conmigo

Ya me hice un lifting, me puse un piercing
fui a ver al Dream Team y no hubo feeling
me tatué al Che en una nalga
arriba de mami para que no se salga
ya me reí y me importa un bledo
de cosas y gente que ahora me dan miedo
ayuné por causas al pedo
ya me empaché con pollo al spiedo
ya fui al sicólogo, fui al teólogo
fui al astrólogo, fui al enólogo
ya fui alcohólico y fui lambeta
ya fui anónimo y ya hice dieta
ya lancé piedras y escupitajos
al lugar donde ahora trabajo
y mi legajo cuenta el estrajo
que me porté bien y que armé relajo.

Y oigo una voz que dice sin razón
vos siempre cambiando ya no cambias más
y yo estoy cada vez más igual
ya no sé que hacer conmigo

Y oigo una voz que dice con razón
vos siempre cambiando ya no cambias más
y yo estoy cada vez más igual
ya no sé que hacer conmigo
I don't know spanish!!

Gavel
04-15-2008, 05:05 PM
I don't know spanish!!
Thanks for the Eye-Witness News update, Tom Brokaw.

Darc
04-15-2008, 05:12 PM
HAIKU HAIKU HAIKU!


Music is a tale
Its stories come to life
As if the lyrics were real

HAIKU HAIKU HAIKU!

Schwa
04-16-2008, 11:20 PM
Encuentra un momento
En donde si intento
si quiera un momento
expresar un sentimiento
para que ese momento
quede en el tiempo
como el momento
de un sentimiento santo

Spanish, yes, don't blame me. Still trying to beat this.

Ya tuve que ir obligado a misa
ya toqué en el piano "Para Elisa"
ya aprendí a falsear mi sonrisa
ya caminé por la cornisa
ya cambié de lugar mi cama
ya hice comedia ya hice drama
fui concreto y me fui por las ramas
ya me hice el bueno y tuve mala fama
ya fui ético y fui errático
ya fui escéptico y fui fanático
ya fui abúlico fui metódico
ya fui púdico fui caótico
ya leí Arthur Conan Doyle
ya me pasé de nafta a gasoil
ya leí a Bretón y a Mollier
ya dormí en colchón y en sommier
ya me cambié el pelo de color
ya estuve en contra y estuve a favor
lo que me daba placer ahora me da dolor
ya estuve del otro lado del mostrador

Y oigo una voz que dice sin razón
vos siempre cambiando ya no cambias más
y yo estoy cada vez más igual
ya no sé que hacer conmigo

ya me ahogué en un vaso de agua
ya planté café en Nicaragua
ya me fuí a probar suerte a USA
ya jugué a la ruleta rusa
ya creí en los marcianos
ya fui ovolacto, vegetariano, sano
fui quieto y fui gitano
ya estuve tranqui, estuve hasta las manos
hice el curso de mitología pero de mi los dioses se reían
orfedrería la salvé raspando
y ritmología aquí la estoy aplicando
ya probé, ya fumé, ya tomé, ya dejé
ya fimé, ya viajé, ya pegué, ya sufrí, ya eludí
ya huí, ya asumí, ya me fui, ya volvi, ya fingí, ya mentí
y entre tantas falsedades
muchas de mis mentiras ya son verdades
hice fácil las adversidades
y me compliqué en las mil edades

Y oigo una voz que dice con razón
vos siempre cambiando ya no cambias más
y yo estoy cada vez más igual
ya no sé que hacer conmigo

Ya me hice un lifting, me puse un piercing
fui a ver al Dream Team y no hubo feeling
me tatué al Che en una nalga
arriba de mami para que no se salga
ya me reí y me importa un bledo
de cosas y gente que ahora me dan miedo
ayuné por causas al pedo
ya me empaché con pollo al spiedo
ya fui al sicólogo, fui al teólogo
fui al astrólogo, fui al enólogo
ya fui alcohólico y fui lambeta
ya fui anónimo y ya hice dieta
ya lancé piedras y escupitajos
al lugar donde ahora trabajo
y mi legajo cuenta el estrajo
que me porté bien y que armé relajo.

Y oigo una voz que dice sin razón
vos siempre cambiando ya no cambias más
y yo estoy cada vez más igual
ya no sé que hacer conmigo

Y oigo una voz que dice con razón
vos siempre cambiando ya no cambias más
y yo estoy cada vez más igual
ya no sé que hacer conmigo

You cheated, Spanish is easier to rhyme.

That's pretty basic spanish though, I could probably translate it if I had time.

Bubba Jones
04-21-2008, 12:54 AM
Thanks for the Eye-Witness News update, Tom Brokaw.


Chill out for once, spazzy. stop calling people names etc...

stop spazzing out you might say.

Gavel
04-21-2008, 04:15 PM
Chill out for once, spazzy. stop calling people names etc...

stop spazzing out you might say.
I think you need to chill out. Because I don't know how that post exhibited any hostility or anger.

I love how whenever someone on this forum doesn't say something completely positive, it's written off as hostility.

Also, stop trying to be funny. Every post I've seen from you lately is some lame joke.

Überschall
04-21-2008, 04:24 PM
HAIKU HAIKU HAIKU!


Music is a tale
Its stories come to life
As if the lyrics were real

HAIKU HAIKU HAIKU!

That isn't a haiku.
A Haiku is
5
7
5

and not

5
6
7

Überschall
04-26-2008, 04:21 PM
An isle just for you
named after you
and after all those thing's I'd be willing to do at any time
just to hear your voice say "I love you"
Say what you want
surrounded by water nobody hears it anyway
because the waves don't care
and that's fine that way
It's whatever you desire
my heart is longing for you and you're killing it with fire it's hard
to believe what I'd be saying
if it wasn't for my love
Meadows that lay
shadows that sway
Beyond those I stand watching you through the glass that seperates us
you built it
you built that glass
that glass I'm running into every time I see you
It doesn't matter what you say because I love you
it doesn't matter how you are because I love you
it only matters that it matters how I am
because you don't
Love me
An isle named after you
that isle's inside me
you're the only one that would ever be able to see
if the others
only see the waves it draws when something's tossed into the water at it's shore
On that isle I'm alone
because even named after you
you still won't come and visit
and hold me
and say sorry for what you did
and apologize for what it is
I don't want you to do that anyway because no matter what you say
it'd make me feel better
you could say whatever you want but I'd feel better
because your voice
is a cure
for this cancer
that's eating all of me
but your isle


Yeah, it has no meter. Don't read it out. You can't. I'll work it into a song and then you'll hear.

Dinomut
05-24-2008, 03:12 AM
hmmm, I liked Darkness Darkness's poem, it had a point to it, even though it wasn't deep. Still, it was simple and concise.