Before it's gone-- *this has poems mainly*

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Re:Before it's gone-- *this has poems mainly*

Post by SirMustapha » Wed Jun 02, 2004 1:49 pm

Ooh, glad you liked my stuff. :) And just call me Fernie, like most do.

It was nice to read poems by Chris and Jenny, too. I really like your style, Jenny, by the way. Great work as always, girls.

Hey, I wish we did poetry in class when I was 12... though I only shudder thinking what kinds of crap I'd be writing at that age.
"Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles"

-- Bob Dylan, "Visions of Johanna"
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Re:Before it's gone-- *this has poems mainly*

Post by Jase_to_the_Izzo » Wed Jun 02, 2004 6:01 pm

Fulton County, California

by

Jason Rosenbaum

Written in 2002

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I love chocolate

That was my "abstract poetry faze."
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Re:Before it's gone-- *this has poems mainly*

Post by Bothead » Wed Jun 02, 2004 9:12 pm

Right...
Before continuing, it may be in your best interest, dear reader, to stop and ponder this. Picture it in your mind's eye. An evil one-eyed midget named Cheatum swam across the Gulf of Mexico wearing a shark fin on his back and then planted a bomb on a boat. Think about that. Let that sink in. Now. Wouldn't you want to buy a wrestling show after seeing this?

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Re:Before it's gone-- *this has poems mainly*

Post by Marco » Thu Jun 03, 2004 12:35 am

* edited because of bad taste
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Re:Before it's gone-- *this has poems mainly*

Post by BOsin_In_2 » Thu Jun 03, 2004 10:02 pm

Awww, too bad. I bet it woulda been good, anyway.
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Re:Before it's gone-- *this has poems mainly*

Post by fellranger » Sat Jun 05, 2004 10:24 pm

Cool! Poetry! I've attached a fairly strange poem of mine which is essentially a nightmarish description of the area I live in (I don't have a particularly high opinion of this part of the world....).
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There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning....
And that, I think, was the handle - that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting - on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave....
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark - that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

Hunter S. Thompson Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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Re:Before it's gone-- *this has poems mainly*

Post by BOsin_In_2 » Sun Jun 06, 2004 6:14 am

O.O;; thas some f'd up place ya livin' in... ha, just kiddin', only kiddin'. Yay, very nice work. I say 'yay' cuz--well, I'm proud of all the replies i got so far, and that there are other people 'sides me who write poetry (that rhymes!)
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Re:Before it's gone-- *this has poems mainly*

Post by c_nordlander » Sun Jun 06, 2004 11:41 am

MILTON: I'll be over in this corner. ;D
The noose draws tighter;
This is the end;
I'm a good fighter
But a bad friend;
I've played the traitor
Over and over;
I'm a good hater
But a bad lover.


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Re:Before it's gone-- *this has poems mainly*

Post by Horrorhead » Mon Jul 26, 2004 1:09 am

Hello, I'm Horrorhead.

Well, Here's a Talking Blues (inspired by Dylan) I wrote:

Talking Haunted House In The Camp Blues

Went with my classmates to some stupid camp without a name
It was a week before the summer vacation
We thought it would be nice there
But nothing was like we expected
It was just like a military camp
We had to stand up, sit down all the time
So many things were forbidden
Because they thought we are young
But however, We couldn’t enjoy it
And were starving in the nights
My room mates and I couldn’t wait anymore
We escaped from our room
No one could catch us because they were too sleepy
I took a look at my watch
It was in the midnight
We went out of the house
To go to the supermarket next door

I bought myself some chocolate bars and milk
The others bought it, too
Well, We enjoyed our midnight snacks
We saw through the windows how dark it was
And got a little scared
“Oh, It’s so dark now.“ I said
And ate my chocolate bar
However, There was no other way
And we had to go out
We didn’t know where to go
There were no lights
It was all dark
It was even hard to see the trees
I just went my way
And my mates followed me
It was getting foggy and colder
When we entered the forest

We should have obey the rules
Now we are lost in some forest
In a cold night like this
I thought and had to cough
We kept walking
Sometimes screaming to be saved
But didn’t get a reply
After so many minutes of hopelessness
We finally found an house
Where we could stay for the night

We noticed it was old
Even if it was so dark
I opened the door and we stepped inside
“Hello? Anybody there?”
All of us shouted
Nothing happened but soon we heard footsteps
We thought it was just a mouse
Since nobody was there
But then we heard it again and again
We ran and kept on running
To the other room
There was light
A chain of candles
We kept the door open all the time
But suddenly it closed
Then it opened again
And there was blood on the ground
We screamed like girls
And got out of the room
We heard laughter from nowhere
We realized too late
That we were in a haunted house
After a loud scream
Something hit us all
And we fell down

As we woke up in the next morning
We have been told
That we took too much salt and sugar
It took us too high
That we fell down
And there wasn’t a haunted house at all
We fell asleep in the toilet
Just after we vomitted
And we thought
So good, It was not real
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Re:Before it's gone-- *this has poems mainly*

Post by c_nordlander » Wed Jul 28, 2004 8:47 am

Hey, this is good! I can definitely see the Dylanesque inspiration here, but it's very nice. Maybe you should make some music for it.

I like it.

Nitpick: it's "we should have *obeyed* the rules". Other than that, your English is very good now.
The noose draws tighter;
This is the end;
I'm a good fighter
But a bad friend;
I've played the traitor
Over and over;
I'm a good hater
But a bad lover.


Elinor Wylie, "Peregrine"
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Re:Before it's gone-- *this has poems mainly*

Post by Horrorhead » Wed Jul 28, 2004 12:55 pm

Oh, Thanks for your comment :) I'm glad you liked it.

Yeah, I should somehow get a random acoustic guitar and harmonica music.

Thanks for the nitpick, too. I didn't notice it at all before.
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Re:Before it's gone-- *this has poems mainly*

Post by Brentyn » Fri Jul 30, 2004 12:26 am

BOsin_In_2 wrote:The Red Dress

To suit this smart, eight-year-old girl,
it won't take much for her.

No worry of a v-cut shirt or what khaki pants are.
Just a red dress will do.

With matching red sandals, red is what goes.
Tattered at the bottom,
yet it alwyas stays fit.

No need to look hard,
for that small red dress
that Lisa Simpson holds.


Oh my God, that is so cute. Well done. :D

Anyway, this seems like as good a place as any to post my album project. I'm kind of apprehensive about letting people around here read it, because it might seem a bit cheesy if you've read what it's based on, but it's the only way I'll improve. Child of Darkness lyrics are here. (And before judgement is passed, be aware that I'm probably going to rewrite some of the later parts, like the "as I try to escape" stanza in I Want My Soul Back.)
We move in circles
Balanced all the while
On a gleaming razor's edge

A perfect sphere
Colliding with our fate
This story ends where it began
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Re:Before it's gone-- *this has poems mainly*

Post by BOsin_In_2 » Fri Jul 30, 2004 3:05 am

Aww...thanks ^_^ Now that I look at it, maybe "holds" should be "wears"...eh...

I wish I could read those lyrics, but I don't wan'na take chances...with my computer all WACKED OUT and all, I'm lucky I'm even on this site right now ><
Hmm...I don't think I really have any more poems and writing left much--OH and nice job H.H. KUDOS! ...Kudos bars are yummy........
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Re:Before it's gone-- *this has poems mainly*

Post by SirMustapha » Fri Jul 30, 2004 12:03 pm

Wow, that's plenty of lyrics, mr. Brentyn Gabriel! I didn't know about that project of yours (wait... yes, I actually heard about it! I just didn't know you had finished it. Close parentheses.). It looks good so far! Are you planning to write music for it?

Now I'm willing to put my song lyrics here. They're completely OFF unrelated, though.
"Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles"

-- Bob Dylan, "Visions of Johanna"
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Re:Before it's gone-- *this has poems mainly*

Post by c_nordlander » Fri Jul 30, 2004 12:11 pm

Ooh, go ahead, Fernando! After all, this forum is mainly for non-Simpsonic writings anyway.

Maybe I should post those short lyrics I wrote for you.

(Note to self: read the "Child of Darkness" lyrics once I have time.)
The noose draws tighter;
This is the end;
I'm a good fighter
But a bad friend;
I've played the traitor
Over and over;
I'm a good hater
But a bad lover.


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