random thoughts

[open mind]

i'm not really a poet but sometimes i can't sleep and i jot stuff down here's a couple samples don't be afraid to tell me i suck.

there's this girl that i like
you know how it is i say what's up my names mike
i try to say something witty
but this girl makes me ditsy
there's those awkward moments not knowing what to say
so i'll think up a conversation and plan it all day
can't say how i feel
i hardly know her so can these emotions be real?
i'm confused so i say stupid things it's all fucking lame
why does she make me so tame
could go on and on about the pains of communication
but i just feel like i'm a slave and she'll give me emancipation
around her my mind just gets in the way
for some reason though i can't ask her to stay



i'm tired of people who think they know me
and i could say something smart but the best way to say what i wanna is why don't you blow me?
they talk among themselves say i need a job
well fuck working for shit like them i'd rather be a slob
they say i have a sick sense of humor
well shit man i'd rather crack some jokes and have some fun
then walk around in their self induced stupors
they say i do drugs and drink to much
but i'm only talking about stuff i used to do only cracking more jokes and such
they keep their real selves hidden from others
i think they just don't know how to live what a bunch of suckers
guess i'm just tired of people who think they know me
so once again i'd say something smart but they can just blow me

[punk rock angel]

those are super rad. i liked them alot :)

[open mind]

thanks :blush: should i put some more down?

[feelingthis]

thats really nice and cool
ya put some more down. why not.

[open mind]

well i can't sleep again so i guess it's time for another round of bullshit here goes.

i wanna get smashed tonight
say whatever i wanna when i get trashed
i gotta stay sober tonight
cause i'm tired of feeling shitty about where i crashed
it seems alchohol became a part of me somewhere
because i like the lack of caution and doing what you dare
but then i come to and it's myself i scare
so bad but so good
so fucking stupid but it's release from doing what i should
it's so damn easy you just gotta swallow
but come then next day i do nothing but wallow
tell myself fuck it get back in the saddle
but then i put myself in check and resume my inner battle
man being sober is such a fucking bore
yeah i'll be fighting myself forever but i'll win this war


it seems i lost what i once had
used to do whatever i wanted never cared if it was good or bad
woke up in the morning not giving a fuck about yesterday
just a rebel with a cause facing a new day
i've lost my balls oh my what to do
can't turn back cause my views are askew
totaly confused everything sucks and i'm unamused
now i stand self accused about all i've abused
what life do i want to live
i know it'd be best to give what i got to give
but i tried that and just got burned
so maybe it's best to look out for number one and let people see what i've earnd
i once said i live life to the fullest
but now my indecision has me living it at it's dullest


i got more love stuff but i thought it'd be a little misrepresentative if i didn't throw some problems out this time. i know these ones aren't to great but what the hell ya know?

[open mind]

well i'm just gonna put these down

i'm here all alone
i wish somebody would throw me a bone
i'm here all alone
hey mr exexutive how about a loan
i'm here all alone
my life's a constant storm
i'm here all alone
but i won't sell my soul or conform
i'm here all alone
fuck you and the norm
i'm here all alone


it's been months since i got jumped
still can't believe one of my best friends just sat and let me get punked
it's sad because we were once so tight
and now i sit and think of revenge everynight
still i know it wouldn't be worth it
now that i think of it i wouldn't lift a finger for that peice of shit
i guess i've just gotta do what i gotta do
keep my head up and stay up on top
so the next time i see that fuck and his crew i'll say i still ain't been stopped


hey girl did i ever tell you how beatuiful you are?
when god made you he really raised the bar
just look at those eyes
they're like the stars in the sky
your lips are just the right shape
and in your smell i escape
god that nose
hell check out those toes
those legs are looking good
and i gotta say those knockers you got are giving me wood
the color of your hair
gives your face that little extra flair
even that little scar
makes me think you should be worshipped from near and far
yeah i know this is all real sappy
but i just thought you should know you make me happy
you've made me tame
and now life is alot less insane
just thought i'd let you know what's been on my brain
anyway i hope this didn't sound to fucking lame

once again i'm not to sure on the quality here but at least it's real, comment if you want.

[punk rock angel]

wow i think u r a poet. all of those are really kool. :) and there really cute. keep up the good writings.

[open mind]

tanks :) maybe i'll write some more in a few days

[Lueda Alia]

awww I really like them. yeah like you said, they sound real. *claps* :D

[open mind]

here i lay in a living hell
the place i now call home a 10 by 12 cell
everyday it's the same old shit.
someone talks smack someone gets hit
the co's are acting like pricks
and the freak down the hall is looking for a place to put his dick
the guys getting their prescriptions are selling their meds
while every phone conversation is monitored by the state and the feds
head to the library to pick up some books
come back and my cell is getting shook
go to the lunch line and get me some food
and there's a pube in it man this shit is just rude
now i got this chid molester talking in my ear about salvation
this is what they call rehabilitation
day by day i'm losing my sanity
and there goes some of my humanity
gotta stay hard and be strong
just remember i'll be getting out in not to long

input would be good,i know i've gotta do something besides rhyming but it's the easiest way.

[open mind]

just so you know i'm not writing from jail i've been out for a few months now.

[open mind]

more input please it doesn't have to be complimentary just something.
for the three people who've commented thank you.

[open mind]

i'm sitting here thinking about my childhood
and wondering if i'll ever again have it that good
back before i took that first hit
back before i realized the worlds going to shit
you know those summer days just lazing about
playing baseball and hitting one out
my dad reading me a bedtime story
when getting sent to the principals office made me really sorry
when my friends still had their shit together
and i'd be out shooting hoops no matter how bad the weather
going out camping and being scared of the dark
and the thing i was most afraid of was a big fucking shark
everyday was a brand new start
while the funniest thing was when someone in class would fart
jumping of cliffs
and really believing i could be anything i wished
lately though my life's been kinda tragic
i found out the other day my first crush is a heroin addict
got friends locked in a cell
and staying sober is like living in hell
my grandparents are dead
and the doctors had to reconstruct my head
i'm sitting here thinking about my childhood
and wondering if i'll ever again have it that good



i just put this down off the top of my head so it might not be that great but i did call this thread random thoughts so i guess it's fitting.

[open mind]

look here everyone i'm writing poetry
don't care if it's good as long as it's sad and mopey
it doesn't matter that i don't know how to write as long as i rhyme
see watch this i'll just end this line
i'll bitch about this and that
and cry for my deceased cat
say how much my life sucks
even though nobody here gives a fuck
poor me my life's such a mess
and here's a new one i can't handle the stress
illumination has nothing to do with this but it's a big word
and everyone knows you've got to use'em so your poems not a turd
look here everyone i'm writing poetry
don't care if it's good as long as it's sad and mopey
it doesn't matter that i don't know how to write as long as i rhyme
see watch this i'll just end with this line.


before anyone takes offense to this let me say i'm talking about my poems here.
this is just another one i just wrote without thinking too hard.

[aurora]

You are extremely amusing/intriguing ...

By the way, your poems remind me of the Beastie Boys...

[open mind]

You are extremely amusing/intriguing ...

By the way, your poems remind me of the Beastie Boys...
i must be dreaming someone auctually said something about all this crap. :shock:
thanks,and since i like the beastie boys i'll take that as a compliment. :ok:

[aurora]

thanks,and since i like the beastie boys i'll take that as a compliment. :ok:
As you should... :)

[maybe_mayhem]

It's not bad. I guess there's worse out there but i just don't see what's so great about it. Good poetry has deep thought put into it and also uses literary terms/devices such as metaphors, personification, similies etc. Now I'm not saying that all poetry must contain the aforementioned criteria, but at least put more thought into infering what you're trying to say without actually hitting the reader over the head with it. I don't mean to sound like a prick but that's just my opinion.

[BuriedAlive]

i wanna join the festivities... read away!...

if my fairy tale were to come true... i would be dead by your poison apple, which would lie me to sleep forever... away from this cruel world i wish not to be apart of.
(not much of a song... but thats probably one of my favorite things i've written.)

heres an actual complete writing....
you watch your idols, shadowing their lives
unknown on how to live your own
their established lives, fufillled by their own dream
you watch in the wing, untimingly wishing for it to change

you fake your favorite player or actor
as if originalitry has become a way of the past
the double edge swords just continues to dig into your back
we forget how to live, place burdens upon them
as the army lines under you (one by one by one by one)
you live in this solitude, only wishing to be them
you follow their footsteps, as if you're bathing in their happiness

learn to live, you say its so hard
its easier to just steal it from them
you miss all the lessons you learn
which comes from living your own
as you grasp their lives, you forget your own
missing all the memories, living in a lie
the truth is found in a dying soul

and another....
the match, such a little flame.
but burnt down the building.
the ashes lay in a distorted pattern
of a building that never was.

the horizon now veiled by the crimson sun
the shadows lay restless as I pick through the rubble
I lost something dear, that can never be replaced
you could only laugh, as you watched it burn
knowing it would take me down with it.

this sacrifice to you was well worth it
you i lay in my acid bath
the sky was filled with the smell of death
you un-seemingly forgot when to stop

this time the pieces cant be replaced
the pieces cant be picked up
this time its the scent of the end

i post all of these in the "your lyrics" section.. never get many replies... it kind of died a long time ago.

[open mind]

It's not bad. I guess there's worse out there but i just don't see what's so great about it. Good poetry has deep thought put into it and also uses literary terms/devices such as metaphors, personification, similies etc. Now I'm not saying that all poetry must contain the aforementioned criteria, but at least put more thought into infering what you're trying to say without actually hitting the reader over the head with it. I don't mean to sound like a prick but that's just my opinion.
i never said i was any good in fact i've said the opposite.

[maybe_mayhem]

well i wasn't necesarilly aiming that at you. I just said i don't see what's so great about your poems because people seem to like them for some reason.

[open mind]

i'm not saying my writes are good examples but i don't really like poems with drawn out language or uneccasarily long descriptions,i'm more into the stuff that doesn't draw itself out and and makes the point clear.
so as you can tell i imitate it poorly.

[open mind]

i wanna join the festivities... read away!...

if my fairy tale were to come true... i would be dead by your poison apple, which would lie me to sleep forever... away from this cruel world i wish not to be apart of.
(not much of a song... but thats probably one of my favorite things i've written.)

heres an actual complete writing....
you watch your idols, shadowing their lives
unknown on how to live your own
their established lives, fufillled by their own dream
you watch in the wing, untimingly wishing for it to change

you fake your favorite player or actor
as if originalitry has become a way of the past
the double edge swords just continues to dig into your back
we forget how to live, place burdens upon them
as the army lines under you (one by one by one by one)
you live in this solitude, only wishing to be them
you follow their footsteps, as if you're bathing in their happiness

learn to live, you say its so hard
its easier to just steal it from them
you miss all the lessons you learn
which comes from living your own
as you grasp their lives, you forget your own
missing all the memories, living in a lie
the truth is found in a dying soul

and another....
the match, such a little flame.
but burnt down the building.
the ashes lay in a distorted pattern
of a building that never was.

the horizon now veiled by the crimson sun
the shadows lay restless as I pick through the rubble
I lost something dear, that can never be replaced
you could only laugh, as you watched it burn
knowing it would take me down with it.

this sacrifice to you was well worth it
you i lay in my acid bath
the sky was filled with the smell of death
you un-seemingly forgot when to stop

this time the pieces cant be replaced
the pieces cant be picked up
this time its the scent of the end

i post all of these in the "your lyrics" section.. never get many replies... it kind of died a long time ago.
i like your first one but i'm lost on who and what your sacrificing and who or what your sacrificing to.

[BuriedAlive]

i like your first one but i'm lost on who and what your sacrificing and who or what your sacrificing to.
you take it too far into detail.. but they are sacrificing the burning of the building but its a metaphor for something else. the whole song is a giantic metaphor for something else.

[open mind]

forgive me for being a retard but what's the metaphor?

[BuriedAlive]

forgive me for being a retard but what's the metaphor?
a metaphor is a comparision of two things. but here's the dictionary defination...

A figure of speech in which a word or phrase that ordinarily designates one thing is used to designate another, thus making an implicit comparison
or...
One thing conceived as representing another

im comparing a building to my heart... and the flame to my ex gf.... does that help you more?

[open mind]

i knew what a metaphor was.
yeah that clears things up.

[BuriedAlive]

i knew what a metaphor was.
yeah that clears things up.
oh sorry i read what you said wrong... sorry.

[open mind]

don't worry it's chilly chill. :coool:

[BuriedAlive]

haha... alright.

[open mind]

i've got nothing but my word and my balls
i'm locked behind steel doors and concrete walls
pressures getting to me,going insane
thinking bad thoughts,i wanna bash his head til i see brains
depression sets in
i won't let them win
it takes all my will just to sit still
need to just relax chill,mike,chill
stay positive,think of your family
daydream make up elaborate fantasies
who the fuck am i kidding i need to see daylight
but in this place all i get is night
i made it they say i'm free to go
man i hope this is a place you'll never know


this is shit i know but i felt like venting.