Basically just dumb poetry

I don't want to post my stuff in a loud and active community like Tumblr or dA, but I still do wanna post it. Be ye warned I am not guaranteeing any of this to be any good in fact I guarantee it to be cheesy, lazy, and groan-worthy, but hey it's poetry what did you expect. xD; Anyway, yeah.

Forgotten

Written feeling
For every smile and tears
I would like to be
Remembered
For the time being
For every moment
I would like to feel
Remembered
In the silence
For every grievance
I would like it to be
To be heard
But if there's no one
Just let it be
Just let it be
Forgotten

Written feeling
For all the love and hate
I would like to be
Remembered
My dear stranger
For this very moment
Do you think I will be
Remembered?
Crying quietly
The only thing I want
In life is to be
To be heard
But if there's no one
Just let me be
Just let me be
Forgotten

Untitled

Sit down, strap in
And fade to black
The worship scene is coming back
In style, if only just for a little while
These empty streets
And stale dead air
Can swallow whole
A lover's share of dreams
And take the wheel
And sharply turn it to appease

Some god that never cared for you      | When all the glass comes crashing down on you
Never listened to your prayers             | And twisting metal sings the tune
While you were sleeping, sleeping too | Of past transgressions, and makes you short of breath
And for all you've done                         | And for all you've done
No one's there                                      | Your empire it can crumble
No one cares                                        | What a way to make you humble
To hear you cry out                              | And make you cry out

Save me!

And flashing lights
They'll usher in
Your failing heartbeat beating
And the end of you
Your only saving grace (saving grace)
If you could save some face (save some face)
Is there's no hell to bare your wicked soul
So lend my thanks

To a god that never cared for you        | When all the glass comes crashing down on you
Never listened to your prayers             | And twisting metal sings the tune
While you were sleeping, sleeping too | Of past transgressions, and makes you short of breath
And for all you've done                         | And for all you've done
No one's there                                      | Your empire it can crumble
No one cares                                        | What a way to make you humble
To hear you cry out                              | And make you cry out

(Spoken) Dearly beloved, we are here today to pay our respects to the passing of an idea held most dear: That forgiveness is absolute; that you were a good man; that the wife and three children and the four mistresses you cheated on them with will truly miss you; and that the body of your life's work is measured in success, and not missed opportunities.

(Interlude)

In ink we'll write a tragedy
With players star-crossed and you'll read
About them late at night
And cry yourself to sleep
In fiction, lies push conflict
But in real life all they push are
People to the edge
To teeter on the ledge
Overlooking ways to fall back into anger      | And in your requiem
Blaming every sting and scrape                    | I'll sing to memories
On fortune and despise                                | Of when you
Your fellow men blame the faults of the few | Weren't so dead inside
And it all comes back to you                          | And I could fly
The mythical man, with grandiose plans       | In your arms
For all of us to                                               | Lifted to the sky

Look up to some god that never cared for you | When all the glass comes crashing down on you
Never listened to your prayers                         | And twisting metal sings the tune
While you were sleeping, sleeping too             | Of past transgressions, and makes you short of breath
And for all you've done                                     | And for all you've done
No one cares                                                    | Your empire it can crumble
No one's there                                                  | What a way to make you humble
To hear you cry out                                          | And make you cry out

Dude. 'Untitled' is tough stuff.
I can feel hurt in it.

What does the way it is organized represent, with the echos and double lines?

Ruthalas_ wrote:Dude. 'Untitled' is tough stuff.
I can feel hurt in it.

What does the way it is organized represent, with the echos and double lines?

The double lines represent both of them being sung at the same time. It looks awkward on paper, but the way the vocals are arranged in my head it doesn't sound as weird. xD; Sorry.

Do you have specific music that this would be put to?

Ruthalas_ wrote:Do you have specific music that this would be put to?

Alas I have absolutely no idea how to write music, else I'd try recording the music part.

Another untitled cuz I suck at naming these things bleh

I need a caped crusader
A hero dressed in red to be my savior
To catch me if I fall
"Have no fear," she’ll say
For I am here
And glide down to the ground
Just like a bird
And never should she want
For praise unheard
Standing there
Without a word

I need a caped crusader
A miracle in mask, a fear evader
To talk me off this ledge
And call me down some way
And lend an ear
To all that gives a troubled mind
Some pause
To all that makes a heavy heart
Withdraw
And never stray
Far from home

It’s an understatement of the year
To say I feel alone
Balancing on rooftop’s edge
And overlooking throes
Of tiny people floating on
The surface, skin and bone
I’d save them all
But I’d sink like a stone

I need a caped crusader
An intellect unmatched
And held in favor
To come up with a way
To turn back time
To when I wouldn’t climb
This height and inch my way onto the sky
To tumble down to Earth
I wouldn’t cry
Don’t you dare
Ask why

It’s an understatement of the year
To say I feel alone
Balancing on rooftop’s edge
And overlooking throes
Of tiny people floating on
The surface, skin and bone
I’d save them all
But I’d sink like a stone

And I will spread my arms
And I’ll pretend that I can fly
Launch myself into the blue
And watch the world go by
And in the free fall down to Earth
I’ll open up my eyes
And focus all my lasting breath
An ornamental sigh

It’s an understatement of the year
To say I feel alone
Balancing on rooftop’s edge
And overlooking throes
Of tiny people floating on
The surface, skin and bone
I’d save them all
But I’d sink like a stone

That's tough, I can sympathize with not being able to create like that.
Is the music in your head, just with no way to get it out?

I like that format, with the interlocking themes- shifting from one to the other.
The 'ornamental sigh' is beautiful, though the context is harsh.

Ruthalas_ wrote:That's tough, I can sympathize with not being able to create like that.
Is the music in your head, just with no way to get it out?

I like that format, with the interlocking themes- shifting from one to the other.
The 'ornamental sigh' is beautiful, though the context is harsh.

Mhm. I can hear the song in my head, it sounds cool I guess. Just no way to get it out since I can't play by ear and I can't sing. xD;

Nighty wrote:

Ruthalas_ wrote:That's tough, I can sympathize with not being able to create like that.
Is the music in your head, just with no way to get it out?

I like that format, with the interlocking themes- shifting from one to the other.
The 'ornamental sigh' is beautiful, though the context is harsh.

Mhm. I can hear the song in my head, it sounds cool I guess. Just no way to get it out since I can't play by ear and I can't sing. xD;

Heh I too understand that. I can see pictures in my head, but I can't quite reproduce them.

Everyone can sing :p You might be out of practice but they only way to get better is to sing loud

lordcruxis wrote:Everyone can sing :p You might be out of practice but they only way to get better is to sing loud

No I mean, like, I literally can't sing. I've been mute since I was ten. orz

Nighty wrote:

lordcruxis wrote:Everyone can sing :p You might be out of practice but they only way to get better is to sing loud

No I mean, like, I literally can't sing. I've been mute since I was ten. orz

Well that is an interesting dilemma, however it doesn't mean you can't "sing" you just have to get creative. You know, use your hands :p

Mute though huh? Is that from an accident? Or an illness? If my asking doesn't bother you.