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Post by Rhiflect on Jul 10, 2007 16:25:02 GMT
Basically the art thread, but for those of us that are either art incompetent or good at both. I am going to start by posting a load of things i did in year 7.
I was ditched by pretty much all of my school friends and was going through a pretty depressive stage. You may have spotted 1 or 2 from my signatures.
Edit: I will do it tomorrow, i have to go now. Sorry for not even starting this thread off. :/
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Post by lazy poet on Jul 10, 2007 16:46:13 GMT
nice idea i'm between two minds weather to post some of my stuff it's all a bit bollocks and amateurish really :/
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Post by lastgoodbye on Jul 10, 2007 19:08:54 GMT
...Go on!
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Post by lazy poet on Jul 10, 2007 19:21:41 GMT
mm i always feel awkward posting my stuff ah well this one kind of has no structure or anything yet. just cam out of my head onto the paper (a napkin actually haha. i couldn't find any paper at the time) yeh..as i said..just amateaur stuff
A bird in this box A triangle in a square
To the middle of the city I'll go and I'll grow Your money's torn on me
Send me from the gutter To a place of intrest and flow Travel with me fair lady
A bird in this box A triangle in a square I am trapped and unable It's too tight, too tight, I can't grow and you don't care
You know me too well to follow A single thread sets me off But you can't take a rash idea
I am trapped and unable It's too tight, too tight, I can't grow and you don't care oh and it's really short :/
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Post by allison on Jul 10, 2007 19:44:53 GMT
this is actually a song. i've only written like five proper things ever.
a group of ravens settled on my roof their voices drive me half insane but they only speak the truth there's a pack of wolves scratching at my door each and every night they'd leave if i didn't feed them any more but i don't want to fight --- and then it gets really strange and emo and it doesnt make sense without music---
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Post by Lauren on Jul 10, 2007 21:07:06 GMT
I may perhaps contribute some to this thread. No poetry or songs, but prose. I just need to work up the courage first!
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Post by 0-0 on Jul 10, 2007 21:39:32 GMT
Here is a very old song of mine, the lyrics I still quite like, in a weird sort of way. It's a waltz, so 3/4 time. :]
Disappearing into A maze of diamond paths; I saw you walking, but before I stopped you You had passed. And all the lights they blinded me And I didn't see the road you had taken. Gone like the night when The dawn takes the moon away.
And you were my lover, oh you were my danger My stranger from afar. You came from the daybreak, you came from the birth And what had come before. Am I wrong to dread the night David? From whence your chord had sprung. Am I wrong to push away the book? The answers are not my own.
You I know, you guide me through this tunnel of mirrors. I'll traipse along behind you, stumbling from the terrors of the night.
You are a knife which I must plunge onto A fate I had hoped to avoid. You are a life I once clung to But we must cast our old lives aside. You are an angel and I'd give you my hand But you'll only drag me down. Down to fire, and down to the pyre On which I refuse to be tied.
You I know, you fight me with a silver chain and a hammer. But you cannot bind me, for I hold my place in this drama of the night. Oh the night. Oh the night.
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Post by cheshire on Jul 11, 2007 4:16:00 GMT
This was sort of a background story about a girl named Elyssa. It is either going to be turned into a song or a small children's novel to be put in our cd booklet and with dark illustrations. I'm not too proud of it, but I find it very pretty for some reason.
Bait
When the circus goes away, and the lights begin to fade little darling don't get frightened darling stay, you can stay.
we will teach you to breathe fire, give you eyes that see the future, give you strength to coax a lion, give you voice to coax a suitor
we will fight the vampires from your door, until you take them into your arms we will leave you with the werewolves who will never do you harm.
We will dress you in pretty clothes, with a crown upon your head, we will let you stay among us in our lonely flower beds
for the carnival is yearning for a young and pretty face such a joy to be beholding in this dark and twisted place.
darling don't you turn to mother for we have more mothers here and if father comes to take you tell him I'm your father dear
we want to grant your dreams, dear we are angels in disguise though we look strange and disfigured we see beauty in your eyes
darling come into my claws now, we have everything you lack you've belonged here since your birth, girl and it's good to have you back
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Post by allison on Jul 11, 2007 6:36:20 GMT
(^^ have you seen the movie Freaks?)
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Post by interpolarity on Jul 12, 2007 13:54:08 GMT
Re-revolutionize Yourselves
The human race is a weak one. Unable to cope without conforming Without fitting in like the jigsaw pieces we are; Molded, fitted together, and thrown in a box Once those playing with us are bored.
Some say that they are ‘normal’, But what is normal but the warped lens we see the world through, That has been crafted by those with the firmest grip on us.
We have run out of creativity and originality, Damned to pursue a lifelong course of copying one another. Constrained, brainwashed, and conditioned however they want.
Squeezed to fit the dented mould of society, and Looking at your life through the shattered mirror the monstrous media gives you. Following every fashion that comes up, disregarding all else.
Free yourselves from this conditional existence! You are folded like paper by peer pressure. Smoking, drinking, doing drugs, stealing, bullying, or whatever else. Not strong enough to think for yourselves!
We need another 60s Another musical revolution Teach love to all and stop the hate Refuse the lies that you are force fed!
Don’t you know that the freedom of the press is limited to those who own one? And that freedom of speech is limited to those who can afford it? Look around you, the signs are everywhere! The question is, will you go to sleep, or will you do something about it?
Don’t believe the lies proliferated by the media and government, Making you believe what is not true Destroying the very meaning of your free will What happened? When did you stop thinking for yourself?
Well, start it up again! Stand up! Stand out! Be counted! You are what you make yourself! Redefine your life! Make your voice heard, even if you must do so through silence! Stand up for the right thing, even if you’re the only one standing! Make your own rules! Do what you know is right for yourself! Do something because it is your choice, and nobody else’s! And do it now before it is too late! Re-revolutionize yourselves!
I wrote this for a poetry jam at my school, because I was just pissed at all my classmates...this one has this fashion, and the other got high, and the other wants to join the army...etc.....
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Post by cheshire on Jul 12, 2007 15:51:02 GMT
(^^ have you seen the movie Freaks?) I'm actually about to see it in a creepshow theatre now. Is it good?
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Post by Rhiflect on Jul 12, 2007 15:52:37 GMT
I was ditched by pretty much all of my school friends and was going through a pretty depressive stage. You may have spotted 1 or 2 from my signatures. 1. Obviously,My Heart Is Just A Pin Cusion To You 2. Fire At Will. I'll Just Lie And Say "I'm Fine" 3. Find me,Save me, Hide me from the tears Hold me, own me, Don't remind me of my fears I want you to love me, acknowledge that i'm here 4. From your lips I drew one sweet,everlasting kiss. Then I ran. 5. We're in a Car You've got the keys And suddenly you're Driving Me Crazy. 6.Oh no, it's me again I think this is the reverse to vain This feeling of failure is worse than pain This is living death <<< Massive emo moment. 7. Falling In Love Is Sealing My Fate Like Teaching Myself To Drown 8. Heartbreak, the breaking of my heart Heartache,us being apart Obsession,living only for you Depression, this could be the last thing i do <<< EMOOOO 9. I saw a buttercup growing out of a hedge, I thought it could represent our love growing out of somewhere it shouldn't. But it Doesn't Pity. 10. Secrets are Evil Ribbons,Snaking out of your mouth and Flitting around people's heads Until they come to Rest at the Feet of the Person you Least Want To Hear. Why do I let so many go? 11. I couldn't Bear to look at myself today So I looked at you Instead 12. Sometimes you can see past those things, But today you've got your eyes shut. 13. Life Is A Dance. You Control It. Until The Music Stops. 14. I'm ill You're ill We're ill Love Sickness It's Contagious 15. I Promised You With My Eyes Closed It Made It More Real Somehow So If You Kept Your Promise Do You Still Love Me Now? Sorry there's so many.
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Post by allison on Jul 12, 2007 17:13:34 GMT
(^^ have you seen the movie Freaks?) I'm actually about to see it in a creepshow theatre now. Is it good? wha? where is this creepshow theatre??? i thought it was good, yeah. actually its a pretty incredible movie, its amazing those pre-code films. there are like ten different endings still though.... and the two midgets are actually sister and brother. i used to be really into all that sideshow stuff, god, it was a really terrible business. but they were such amazing, talented people, like prince randian jesusfuck i can hardly roll an acceptable cigarette and he... well you'll see. "one of us! one of us! we accept you one of us!" (and now have you seen The Dreamers? cause that scene is quoted in it... anyway.)
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Post by cheshire on Jul 12, 2007 22:44:11 GMT
www.hypnodrome.com/index.phpThe Hypnodrome conducts spookshows and plays old movies. There's one next wendesday called the Terror of Tinytown. It's an all-midget cast western film from the 30's or something, and there's also a spookshow before it. Prince Randian was amazing. I'm amazed he had a beard and such, because I would be deathly afraid of catching myself on fire if I were him. I think the armless ladies were my favorite, though.
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Post by allison on Jul 13, 2007 4:17:19 GMT
i've seen that movie too, god i'm such a weirdo. i thought it was terrible. actually it was funny sometimes but complete shit still. i can't believe i've never heard of the hypnodrome, it looks really neat. back on topic... here's a rap a friend and i wrote about this rap group at our school who were really really offencive. they were called Board of Trusdeez, we called ourselves The Fabreezes. (can you give me a beat please?) (make way... here comes... THE FABREEZES) these rich preppy boys think they're pimpin thugs rappin bout their gats, their bitches and their drugs just insecure, high school boys, talking bout women like they're nothing but sex toys now do you really think that's how to be a man? degrading girls, just a fucking one night stand? got all that ice and you're keepin it cool betchya never thought a girl would be playin you and that's whack, cause i know you ain't doin crack don't be fronting bout shit when you know you ain't legit [alternate: le-*BLEEP*] a girl who does it is a slut, not a breezy, yet losin it in seventh didn't make you sleazy south p.a. boys are super easy trusdeez stink, i gotta spray my fabreezey [spoken] there is one other thing i'd like to say. may i have your attention please. i think it's irresponsible not to acknowledge the ramifications of rampant drug use and unprotected promiscuity in predominately minority areas. furthermore, we'd like to point out that the glorification and glamorization of gang lifestyle is highly detrimental to [snotty voice butts in]i'm just so fucking bored-of-trus-deez lolllllllllllllll
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Post by Mellifluous Poetry on Jul 13, 2007 6:09:12 GMT
Haha allison I dig that. Maybe you should write more rap
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Post by Clare on Jul 13, 2007 10:56:42 GMT
Rhiman, could you please not capitalise randomly? It makes it very hard to read.
Ceylan - like the rest of your lyrics, I adore it. I love all of your writing, even your LJ entries.
I write a little bit - mostly short stories and poetry. Here's one of my poems, written about a year ago.
Just [Despite claims that this is not autobiographical, I wrote this when my weight dropped rather a lot.]
Six stone, it's all I want to be - doesn't it just give you chills? Some devinity, some diet pills. I can be like them, I can be that lovely, just floating over water. So I can be like those hair removal goddesses on TV with their designer razors. Just six stone, just skin and bones. Just a leaf floating through the air. Nothing but a just. Just beautiful, just breathing. Just got to fuck up your digestive system so much that eating brings blood in your vomit and shit, pain in your guts. Just like that. I don't bleed anymore.
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Post by Rhiflect on Jul 14, 2007 11:09:54 GMT
Sorry about the capitals, i was going through a phase and i was just copy and pasting
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Post by birdwhistle on Jul 15, 2007 14:39:24 GMT
I nominate Jay to share. Her writing is astonishingly beautiful. :-\
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Post by jay on Jul 15, 2007 15:07:42 GMT
I nominate Jay to share. Her writing is astonishingly beautiful. :-\ oh, god. eeee. here i go, then. just for you, meryl<4. i n n o c e n c e. smeared on the sheets of my conscience like screaming red war-paint daubed on the pale white cheeks of a (street)warrior that were probably flushed with adrenaline/arousal, anyway. (so would they be camouflaged or can you see straight through me?) the rush is always greater than the fall and i'll take it, any way i can get, because streaks of red on white reflect the disorganised nonsense of my self-worth. (strange, that. because how do you organise something that totals zero?) and it's quite terrible, that much i can accept, if little else. the thing is: you don't want to be something for someone to fix; because you're not broken, whereas i want to be someone's fix; because i am, and there are many pieces of me i can tear off and hand out to the masses. (they just don't clutch any value in their greedy fingers when i'm done, is all.) --- you're still an us. as if you could be bothered, so you close your eyes. the two of you are beautiful but you were off your face. it's messy. against the wall. you're sure the feeling is mutual, as you moan and snap. fucks you harder and keeps on pretending -- digging his nails into hips. hard, so hard, you shake and gasp for air like the room wanted to believe, but your noise is still going on and on and on and on and on until -- voice. sweet and sultry; not even a hint worn out and you couldn't let go. your hips pinned with his -- no, he's just quiet because. he's just quiet, because. some bonus to him -- and it's what you are too. this; is a bad, bad thing.
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