a yo, i was about to go to sleep, and i was thinking... ok, well i write poetry/lyrics, and i know alot of kids that do it to vent there feelings, so here a post, maybe it'll be great, and people will look back here to hear the voices of us... The youth, and the struggles we face... So basically, write about WHATEVER is on your mind, if something is bothering you... if your ecstatic about something... if you feel like you want to die... WHAT EVER is on your mind, say it here...
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Lyrical Poetry Of The Teens
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well here is the first addition to the post, i shoulda named it Lyrical Diary Of The Teens... but whatever, it was meant to be that way... this was prewritten, and my signature derives of 2 lines from this...With the death of my brother I was brought pain and humbleness,I lost the taste of food and gained pure bitterness,Lost my wife in 9th grade became a thug that was loveless,Im freestylin my life in order to relieve the stress,How can life compensate for death when theres such a lack of it,How can my love increase for her when my words lack immaculance?How can a boy grow to be a man when he’s fatherless?How can a corporation deny such a man with great lyrical tense,Growin up I was faced with troubles on a daily basis,No father ta chill with while starin at all those empty faces,People strolled by, no look, or sign of life,Benjamin Franklin motivated this child and guided his life,He believed that to be happy change must occur,I believe that us as a people or movement must concur,And accept his beliefs; Ben was one of the greatest and intelligent people alive, minus 2 p-a-c,
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lol your first post reminded me of dope's song sing. Great Song..anywho if you want poetry here is mine Nicholas looked about as his insides spilled out.As mucus and blood.Inner demons battled fightng to gain ground.Turning all inside to mush and ooze and seemed to spout.A hacking cough again and again.It all seemed to flood his body.Leaving himself covered in what was once in himas his morals, as his health,all seemed to seep from every orafice.The demons stopped time to time.But, they sought the higher wealth.His cough brought forth fluid the color of brown and lime.So as he lay there dying.. demons making himself.His insides all fell out.And there was no doubt.He was dead.All dissolved but, his shell.So now he is locked in his own personal,hell.one of my favorites at the moment
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hmmm, im taking it that you were leaning more towards the suicidal part of the poetry, huh! huh! lol :scream_cat: :grin:
you used great description technique, and i could visualize his actual insides being coughed up, and seeping out... wasnt a pretty picture, but IT WAS a picture, lol.
heres another one of mine...
'Our Moment'
From the moment I wake, it's the picture of our love flashin befo my face;
Gentle caressing, sexual embrace; the feeling of no separation,
And knowing the correct way to express my alliteration of affection;
The feelin of love wit no contraception, the feelin of holdin you in my arms,
And my new born children; I'm lookin toward the future, but I'm only lookin;
The day that we chose to have a family of our own,
Will be the choice of yours, and yours alone; but I'm here for you,
If you need guidance, or someone to help talk you through;
Because our moments are the moments to cherish,
Our moments may not last forever, but never will they perish;
It's unconditional and unconventional love, at times,
But its unconditional love and unconventional attitudes,
That kept us together for so much time;
You put in work, I put in work, you put in love, I put in love,
That's how we get this to work, do I still gotta remind you of my love;
8 months but it's felt like 8 years, fought family, friends, each other, and our peers;
Fought the world for our right to love and like, fought the universe for our right,
To love and fight; I kiss you, you take a bite, I bite you, you take flight, I grab you,
You hold tight, I cry in your arms, but you cry for me at night...
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hm. I wasn't nessicerly aiming for "suicidle" but, rather it was more along the lines of how people can be literally made sick from the inside out. I'm not a fan of posting my poetry but, one more won't hurt I guess. ANd I feel this one deserves some credit.. seeing as its my other favorite.
Nicholas sat around at night was the worst.
He would press the phantasm blade against his skin.
he would bleed openly from this blade.
The pain became his pleasure but, no one else knew.
Night after night again and again.
Sometimes this blade was a picture, sometimes a message,
All memories of that which was long gone.
However, one night his phantasm blade was no where to be found.
He wanted to mar himself beyond recognition but, found no source of pain.
And though he still saught what was not his...
he could no longer mar himself because the blade like all phantasms dissappaited.
No longer free to enjoy his pain.. For the poor masochist..
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I wrote this a while ago: Limmerick of the Depressèd. Originally Posted By: LQI can't dare to even go up'nd say 'hi'My dear God I am so horribly shy.I saw a gal I knew,but slipped on throughSo I would not have to pass her by.The thought of a chat with sweet girlSends my little head off to a whirlStay away I doMy heart turns blueWhat can be done in this social world?Only my keyboard it would so seemGives a rats ass at all about meTyping all dayWasting awayJust debating; blowing off steamSo clearly a loser, yes I amFell straight to limerick from iambJust made a postTried to say the mostJust to end up: damn, damn, damn.What advice would anyone haveFor such a sorry hopeless lad?Getting nowhereLosing my hairOh, if only a sweet gal I had.No matter what the sit' beNot a word can come out of me.Why's it my lotthat I cannot talkCan I fix it so that I'll be free?Those socially, emotionally unsuitedHow in God's name did you rebuke-it?No more to writeHave a good nightAll advice is much appreciated.