Still working on some pieces, but I should have somthing to show soon.

If submitting song lyrics is okay, I join... if not... well hell I'll join anyway.

Song Lyrics:

Let the Dead Bury the Dead:

Sleeping with my clothes on
My skin begins to peel
Bleeding out a dying word
There's so much left to feel

Sitting trapped for here so ong
And lying to myself
To be a content shell of life
A truth no one can tell

A fool in every way I am
The messenger of pain
Stupid fucking therapist
Telling me that I'm insane

I speak to you wiht empty words
You can not comprehend
A roundabout of misery
It's not all in your head.

*Chorus*

Let the dead bury the dead
Through these lies I'm ripped to shreds
Everyone around me too
Even those I thought I knew

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Yeah... I'm working on the next verse.

Heres soomethng i wrote the other night.

Mcdonald's and starbucks signs will be printed on the sanded down cross of your 2007 jesus
the beats won't be eaten unless injected with cheese
the pill was thought, made and bought, to cure marital problems when there is quote no way to solve
i watch myself lock the door and secure the chain as i attempt to disolve, need break, overload
take back the pride
tuck away the love
hide in the shadow
of the big man above
its hard to see when blind folds are the hippest fashion statement
its hard to breathe when my fingers are crossed
while the casting callbacks for diciples dosnt take place till june
so i had strobe lights implanted in my eyes
so i can only see half of the truth
so i can smile dead beetle
floor sweeping gorilla
monster in the closet
can't afford health insurance
its hard to please parents
scared of a cloud mind child
or a 20 year old boy not a man
who cant get over seventh grade feuds
i'll never write a song about pot or my big penis
i'll never write a poem with out being pretentious
i write words so
I'm cool I'm awesome I'm better than you
my bangs don't make a diagonal line across my forehead
though i have a appointment at the barber because they say i'll get laid more
the rose is dead
the battles over
so let the sober soldiers march themselves off the edge
we didnt as for a vietnam jr.
or the extended edition pg-13 rated world war 2
can we acknowledge a president that's see through
or a cabnit member, who thinks more about is member than our lives
or a chamber choir singing songs about us dying in the streets and the sand
or tech schools who dont think twice
or me whos placed my own jaw in a vice
bone crunch climax

I wrote this a little while ago.

I'm buying comas off the internet
so i can use them as life preservers
when i hit the rapids of my stream of consciousness, backwards
i grit my teeth and smile awkwardly
whisper nothings up my sleeve, i do it honestly
i stand up straight and spread my hate across this table
i drew a wild card so im not sure if im able
to find a place in this world, i cant race against this world
so i'll laugh at reality
brush off whats buggin me
and i, cant be moved
im as stubbern as a brick wall
this hole is pretty deep so i leap and fall
like the bunji jumpers wet dream
take a bath in my life stream
you'll come out dirty
and mentally hurting
even though i missed the basket
and i followed the white rabbit
i thought that was enough but shit ill never have it
I'm splashing and choking on my watered down soul
i tried to mix in the vodka to fill the empty hole
but i find my self drooling on my couch
drunk, dazed, moments before i pass out
unshaved, unbathed, and and im here in my grace
im sweating off my face
in these aggressions i chase
have nothing to do with me
thats when i stopped being mean
but you still hate us
and you stand and stare
and youll stay up there
up on your pedistal
fuck your ramen noodles
and alex jones videos
im stretching my face from my jaw
mistake my misfortunes
while exposing my skull
stretched and torn
this world is worn
its time for the reborn to reform
and come out of their caves
or whereever they might dwell
im not a preaching im just unmasking a hell
waiting for the bell
it ring
i just want something to happen
you know what i mean?

take a sharpy marker to my eyes and blaken them
because i know in 70 years, i pray i wont have um
because in 70 years i'm gunna regret my actions
we're livin like dogs time to take down these facists
and in 70 years im gunna regret my passions
spend my money on drugs so these terrorists can cash in
in 70 years im gunna regret my habbits
drink beers to stop time, end friendships and top my minds
in 70 years im gunna regret my actions living this life outta wirl

Heres one more i wrote about my great grandma who died like 4 years ago who was in a nursing home. its mostly about nursing homes.

And you said it smelled like antiseptics
and i thought pride was missing
when i saw my first veteren
composing re-sidles
with the mad hatter
guns ablaze illusions
in story tale incarnation
and we watched the birds
so young they seem
provoking sensations of age
at what stage do we decide
to lay on synthetic sheets
and wait for the sickle
let the salt water trickle down
the creases and grooves on your face

and we watched the birds

sometimes the walls in here
scare you
like when the family photo falls
or when your eyes wont adjust at all
weakening hurts
but the birds in their cage fludder about
but when one dies
the care takers just replace it with one of the same color
and when you die
the care taker just replace it with another grandmother

and we watched the birds

Falls come
and my circus mirror straightens and i come of age again
I ravel out my map and find a new path to conform
I transform into a drain so i could soak up all the storm

situation fitting framework for a simple understanding
skipping pages of assigned homework for an ego you cant ignore
this is my following of army men and the cowboys
standing in my sandbox watching my last lighter flick
coke on my mirror is how i look best
thin tie down my neck till my nose that reaches it

i want to be like the gangsters on the east side
hermit on his porch, spinning rims on my ride
it always looks best to have money on your side

flock of seagulls style is whats in for the out crowd
box framed generation white ear plugs from an ipod
my indie image came when i skipped the vintage stone
i secretly wish i was born in a broken home

Crutch

I heard the leaves turned darker this year
heads all turned to a film to find the way
he stayed stuck down deep masturbating in his abbess
i lay in an ocean of my guilt
waiting to be checked of this list
pick me up and clean me off
sweep my shelves and tame this hell
show me what i want and burn the bridges on my path
stimulate my situation
and ill emulate my education
break my legs shave my head
write a poem about me who's dead
my crutch is now a walker
and soon to be a wheelchair.
i used to play horseshoes till i broke the poles
its a monday thanksgiving
but ill go on living
knocking at your door to bandage your fists that are bleeding
forget about times you've looked in the mirror and cried
forget about the times you've returned a video un-rewined
Should i pull a Uy on this road and drive back into your mind?
Can i reach the top of the latter without trying to climb?
my soul had gone astray till i trumped my blushing rib
Satan didnt understand this is all i had to give
Stop being so pretentious no one asked you a question
The world would still be flat if no one learned a lesson.

This is my leaky ink from my pen
drippen down on my hands covering my skin
it then went up my arm and be can to take over
no control over the words that i push on this paper

Would it be possible for me to join this?

I write poetry of my own, it isn't like most poetry. Some would consider it "Dark Poetry" in a way. If you would like to read something I have wrote then PM me, I would rather get some input on my work before I post it here to see whether or not it is sutible.

Id love to join as well.I love all forms of literature. I have never written poetry before, but I would love to.

At 5/29/07 02:45 PM, CynicalScythe wrote: Id love to join as well.I love all forms of literature. I have never written poetry before, but I would love to.

Poetry has many forms and is fairly easy to write and once you start writing things, sometimes its hard to stop.

I wrote this like 10 minutes ago.

I'm looking for someone to blame
for my minds nuclear warfare
no one wants me to go there
but it'll always point left
wait and safe breath
catch and smoke meth
jealousy, imagery,
blind man, deaf boy
holographic friends
book with out and end
I lack a basic knowledge
of my ph balance
you cant study it in college
you cant talk to her, without a drink
this is my voyage
which bear which porridge
which girl? witch girl!
cast spells its lost
i burnt my tongue on hell
trying to read bukowski out loud
im diggin for myself in the lost and found
im thinkin to hard seeing myself in the ground
thinking thoughts dont reach a goal
battles fought dont preach war
pattern of an effect, equalize middle states of being
so you stand up and stutter at your writers group poetry reading
chest expansion heart beating
razor skim my brain
take a sharpy marker to my eyes
blind me from these white mans lies
so expose to me your self
with a gun in your mouth
i wanna hear the mumbles
i wanna hear the pouts

its hard to ego trip on acid

A website that may interest the members here is Fourth Perspective..

Its a website designed to act as a host for all forms of written work from poetry to novels with a review system in place that ensures everyone gets fair and equal attention.

It has a friendly community that will be more than happy to see you and your works as members.

You'll need a PDF converter to submit, but there's a link to a free one on the front page on the right hand side underneath the Top 25. After that its just a case of installing the converter, opening up Word, Hitting ctrl+P selecting the PDF maker in drop down box and following the instructions on screen.

Hope to see you there.

it's a shame this club deosn't get as many visitors as it used to i hope things get better

Can I join, heres a poem.

Darken:

Why is my life so cripple
I do not know why it's so simple.
Why do I live in a cage
I am simply inraged.
Why do I always put people in danger
I wanna get hung from a hanger
I sit in my darkened plain
I can just feel the pain.
Why do I feel alone
Why is life so wone.

That's just a sample of somthing from my head I write all kinds of poems.

At 6/16/07 01:14 AM, Dead-Body-Man wrote: Can I join, heres a poem.

Darken:

Why is my life so cripple
I do not know why it's so simple.
Why do I live in a cage
I am simply inraged.
Why do I always put people in danger
I wanna get hung from a hanger
I sit in my darkened plain
I can just feel the pain.
Why do I feel alone
Why is life so wone.

That's just a sample of somthing from my head I write all kinds of poems.

ya keep posting here to keep it on the front page i'd like to see this club get a lot of new members

Not good enough:

I am not better, I am not good
I am not a gangster nor from the hood.
I use a glock
But I don't answer the dorr when theres a knock
People say I'm dumb
Because I drink rum
People call me a bum
I think I'm clown
Because I like to mess around
I smell like dead rats
I eat dead cats
No one needs o give me a hand
Cause they call me the Dead Body Man

i'll do a hukia:

the happy dear hop
but the wolf follows the deer
silently he waits

At 6/16/07 02:15 AM, uberownageninja wrote: i'll do a hukia:

the happy dear hop
but the wolf follows the deer
silently he waits

Maybe a little somthing better but you can join.

Yeah Id like to see ths crew grow. Id also like to see feedback on my writings.

Your writings are pretty good.

the rain was heavy
the thunder was very bad
drip drop splash!

At 6/16/07 02:29 AM, yoshiclass wrote: the rain was heavy
the thunder was very bad
drip drop splash!

Wasn't that bad.

The rain was heavy
Thunder was bad
Some were happy and some sad
The rain hit the water like a gun
Kids screamed lets have fun.

time for some cheer knock offs of shel silverstien's "what if?" peom

as the whatifs approach
they sound like a rouch
and began to sing thier tune one late night in june
what if i get a scare
what if i'm attacked by a bear
what if i get hit by a train
what if i drive down the wrong lane
what if i run out of fuel
what if i get kicked by a mule
what if i get hit
what if i fall into a pit
what if i die
what if i fall from the sky
what if i can't think
what if i drown in the sink
what if i fall
what if i lose a ball
what if i'm hit with a bus
what if i lose my trust
what if i can find the words
what if i'm attacked by birds
what if i go broke
what if i get soaked
as they whatifs retreat
i know there'll be an encore cus
they always come back for more!!!

Nerds:

People make fun
cause the nerds got the runs
They play dungeouns and dragons
and ride around in wagons
Big braces
don't fit with there faces
They like 2+2
don't like to eat certain food.

Can I join...
I like writing and reading poetry...I am supposedly good at it...please?

At 6/16/07 04:47 AM, EvilerBowser1001 wrote: Can I join...
I like writing and reading poetry...I am supposedly good at it...please?

Give us a poem and you can join alright.

True...
We need more real men and women
People worthy of respect,
just look around, and keep your eye on the 'reject'
he might not be the strongest, or the best looking...
he may have strange eyes, or makes you feel embarssed peeking.
'What tripe why should I care about him...' because he will let you in...
'in what?' I hear you say...
He will let you in on the secrets of today...
he does not feel threatened by your mind...
he also thinks it is beautiful to just seek and NOT find.
he will respect you as an equal, even past your prime...
just talk to him and you will find...
that he could be the best man in your life.

Your in.

Well I have shown some of my work to some people and I have decided to submit a piece of it here. Be honest and tell me what you think. :)

Pierce Through

Pierce through,

your soul.

What comes out?

Is it a golden fountain?

Or

Is it darkness?

Is it something you would be proud of?

Something you would care to share with people?

Something you are ashamed of?

Fix your life.

Mend the broken and shattered dreams.

Foreshadow possibilities.

Look into the future.

What do you hope for then?

Pierce through the darkness..

Find the light.