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My Lyrics and Poetry Garbage - Half Nail - Jan. 18, 2016 I don't normally like to share stuff like this, but I figure if I ever want to get better at this I'm going to need some feedback. I've recently gotten into writing lyrics (me and my friend were supposed to start a band, and while that fell through, I really liked writing) and would like criticism on them. I've also written some poems, which are much more lighthearted than my songs. I hope you enjoy. Songs: Remedy Spoiler (Click to View) Bitter winds hit the skin Tainted with the sharpness of sin So much pain all around How does a person drag their feet off the ground? Walking amongst monsters We desperately need the little things To keep us grounded to the good Maybe not a cure, but a remedy Looking for the things that bind us, bind us Searching for the things that remind us, remind us That there's still a ghost of a chance That we can redirect our aimless dance Radio waves and signals carry All the bad news to us first It leaves us looking out the window Always expecting the worst But we have to remember That Planet Earth is too immense For every inch of soil and stone To be entirely malignant Walking amongst toxic voices We desperately need the little things To keep us grounded to the good Maybe not a cure, but a remedy Looking for the things that bind us, bind us Searching for the things that remind us, remind us That there's still a ghost of a chance That we can redirect our aimless dance Looking for the things that bind us Like a shimmering sunrise or lover's caress Searching for the things that remind us That we can thrive in a evil mess You can drown in the sea Of negativity Or you can hold on to your anchors And rise to be free You can't ignore the darkness That's only ignorance But you can try and live the best And redirect our circumstance Walking amongst clawing shadows We desperately need the little things To keep us grounded to the good Maybe not a cure, but a remedy Looking for the things that bind us, bind us Searching for the things that remind us, remind us That there's still a ghost of a chance That we can redirect our aimless dance Looking for the things that bind us Like a shimmering sunrise or lover's caress Searching for the things that remind us That we can thrive in a evil mess Spoiler (Click to View) When faced with tragedy The human mind is left to decide How to cope with atrocity How to alleviate the pain of the mind To find solace in ourselves We desire to try and fix what's wrong It's nice to wish that things get better But good graces won't help us along You can hold your head up to chance Or bow down to a deity But you'll soon find That this is not a useful state of mind Pay or pray Fortify or let decay Pay or pray Contribute or execute an action That impacts in some way We wish to separate ourselves From those acts of barbarism We seem like we're the same But everyone has a moral schism Pay or pray Fortify or let decay Pay or pray Contribute or execute an action That impacts in some way Pay or pray Fortify or let decay Pay or pray You can lie or you can try To make tomorrow a better day We know you're not like the killers So you don't need to act like a saint We know you think you're doing justice But wishing won't remove the taint Pay or pray Fortify or let decay Pay or pray Contribute or execute an action That impacts in some way Pay or pray Fortify or let decay Pay or pray You can lie or you can try To make tomorrow a better day Spoiler (Click to View) For as long as I can possibly recall I've always been told the same old creed I was special, a cut above all They had no doubt that I would succeed I've always been told the same old creed Nowadays that dogma seems so frail They had no doubt that I would succeed Now I know it's possible that I could fail Nowadays that dogma seems so frail I know that all my dreams may never be Now I know it's possible that I could fail Like the other people who are just like me I know that all my dreams may never be I'll try and carry on, pick myself up off the floor Like the other people who are just like me I'll hope, but not the way I did before Spoiler (Click to View) Far away from charted lands Distant from familiar sands Aboard the rocking catamaran A violent storm pierces the dawn As ship and sea begin to clash Our throbbing vessel starts to thrash But suddenly through the gale A gorgeous song begins to wail Ahead through the valley Atop the rocky shore Dazzling apparitions Emerge and take new form Impossible beauty Takes control of our command The sirens of the ocean Slowly guide our hands Beware the sirens Who make home at sea They bellow a sweet symphony That never lets you free Beware the sirens Who control the shoals Their song is like the ocean It will consume your soul As the ship begins to wreck The evil angels start to beck No sense can cross our minds Their aria has left us blind As our bodies hit waves All our spirits are enslaved We swim towards the voice Their call has left no choice The water starts to thunder And consumes all of the weak Those who brave the ocean Reach the foot of their peak Shaking and trembling As rain cuts through our eyes We climb to the choir Monsters in disguise Beware the sirens Who make home at sea They bellow a sweet symphony That never lets you free Beware the sirens Who control the shoals Their song is like the ocean It will consume your soul They cradle our battered bodies They caress our bleeding skin Their warmth permeates through the frost And their touch sedates like a gin Suddenly, the air turns frigid And pain echoes out through my bones Her tender lips have met mine in battle My life force dissipates with her moans We could not escape their call Now my body rests with the sea Beware the sirens Who make home at sea They bellow a sweet symphony That never lets you free Beware the sirens Who control the shoals Their song is like the ocean It will consume your soul Spoiler (Click to View) Long ago, in a time shrouded in a thick veil of mystery, there lived a magic known as alchemy. The art of alchemy was known across the land for its fabled ability to transform metals and give them magical properties... The ones who practiced this art, the alchemists, yearned for one common goal - the creation of the Magnum Opus, the Philosophers' Stone, an alchemical feat that was said to give immortality to all who touched it. However, the process to create this mythical gemstone was rigorous. To create the stone, one had to complete four rigorous stages of alchemy: Nigredo, the blackening, Albedo, the whitening, Citrinitas, the yellowing, and Rubedo, the reddening. To this day, no alchemist has ever completed these tasks, and the Magnum Opus remains a distant dream... Part I - The Alchemist I step inside my fiery lair Prepared for this grand undertaking For many months I did despair Gathering the tools for the treasure I'm making The Philosopher's Stone The Magnum Opus The dream of the alchemist Many have toiled All have failed The synthesize this gemstone That breathes eternal life I stoke the hellish flames ablaze And prepare all of my incantations Four stages over four long days To reach a potential salvation Black, White, Yellow, Red The ritual has begun Part II - Nigredo (The Blackening) Fury, rage, chaos A need to disintegrate I must burn Until the metals cannot be Singed anymore Nigredo, raze all that can be razed Blacker than the souls of the damned Blacker than the darkest of nights Blacker than the eyes of the devil Reduced to the size of a mite Nothing left but the essence Of what had been before Part III - Albedo (The Whitening) The smoke has finally parted And the light shines through the glass I bless these charred remains As it returns to form and mass From blackest black to white I purify the soulless gems Darkness purged from every crack And light takes its place deep within Albedo brings the sunlight And calms the storm within my soul The magic stone I'm holding Is now condensed and pure and whole Part IV - Citrinitas (The Yellowing) Sadly the pureness of this silver Does not hold the magical properties Something more grand and regal Is needed for the right qualities I call upon Citrinitas To turn these common jewels Into gold Part V - Rubedo (The Reddening) Finally the fourth and final day has come to me One last step is needed for the stone of immortality I cast the incantations and I stoke the hellish fires And close my eyes and pray for the result that I desire A force pulsates deep down inside the chasms of my bones A bloody red light overtakes the lair and stains the stones The red is known as Rubedo, the last step towards my dream Though all have failed, I hope that I may be the one to succeed Part VI - Magnum Opus I awaken from a slumber Brought from the overwhelming force I slowly rise to see What magic things have taken course I prepare myself to see That after all of this, I failed A mist surrounds the stone But slowly begins to unveil... A glowing stone rises through the air Shimmering with glorious sheen I recognize the gilded designs Drawn in books of ancient dreams Tears spring to my eyes, for I have Finally made eternal life With this heavenly hand of power I can end all death and strife I touch my grand creation And I feel a surge of energy A wondrous spark of inner fire Awakens a strength inside of me I look into a nearby basin And I can't believe the vision I see I'm staring back with long lost youth And glistening with immortality The Philosopher's Stone The Magnum Opus Finally exists in this earth And by my hands I'll vanquish death And we will all face rebirth Spoiler (Click to View) We are never satisfied With the way things seem to unfold We all search and pry For reasons and causes left untold When we take a look at our existence Question after question comes to mind What is the reason behind our subsistence? And if there aren't answers We make some for us to find Why are do we exist? We exist to live. That's as it is. As it is. Why do things happen? They happen 'cause they can. That's as it is. As it is. Just who are you? You're who you are. That's as it is. As it is. There is no controller or cosmic equation There's only the ebb and flow of existence As it is. When faced with awful tragedy We focus on the cause but not the effect We seem to want to justify Barbaric acts of cosmic neglect When we take a look at our existence Question after question comes to mind What is the reason behind our subsistence? And if there aren't answers We make some for us to find Why are do we exist? We exist to live. That's as it is. As it is. Why do things happen? They happen 'cause they can. That's as it is. As it is. Just who are you? You're who you are. That's as it is. As it is. There is no controller or cosmic equation There's only the ebb and flow of existence As it is. One day it's the government Or maybe divine intervention It could be the music and the games Or some sinister organization How could we operate Without a magical creator Why would we live such vivid lives Without a path that leads to something greater But maybe sometimes there's no reason Despite what everybody says Sometimes there's only face value No one takes it as it is Why are do we exist? We exist to live. That's as it is. As it is. Why do things happen? They happen 'cause they can. That's as it is. As it is. Just who are you? You're who you are. That's as it is. As it is. There is no controller or cosmic equation There's only the ebb and flow of existence As it is. Spoiler (Click to View) Turn on the television For the daily freak show Murder, death, and massacre Is the only news that we know Every second now could be your last Is what the anchor tells us Look at the carnage 'round your home And the killers in the school bus Load your gun and lock your doors Hide the kids beneath the floorboards Something could be coming Sometime, somehow, somewhere Watch the news for information What they say could be your salvation We're hot beneath the collar But frozen in a cold fear Buy a loaded rifle It can protect your family Kill potential killers and you Could stop a serious tragedy Lock up all the doors And learn how to retreat hastily Sit down with the kids And try to scare them into safety Load your gun and lock your doors Hide the kids beneath the floorboards Something could be coming Sometime, somehow, somewhere Watch the news for information What they say could be your salvation We're hot beneath the collar But frozen in a cold fear We think it's the movies, the games, the godlessness But the answer is much more simpler than those Something much more sinister, more vicious Corrupts and leaves our animal exposed The enemy is not our youth, the crazies, or terrorists The enemy is rooted deep within our own souls It's fear that drives the noble man to destructiveness Fear that makes the world seem to swallow us whole One nation under terror, divisible by the picket fence With liberty and justice withheld from those without defense Load your gun and lock your doors Hide the kids beneath the floorboards Something could be coming Sometime, somehow, somewhere Watch the news for information What they say could be your salvation We're hot beneath the collar But frozen in a cold fear Spoiler (Click to View) The hands on the clock move forward Your time on this earth dwindles every day And when you meet mortality The world you made gets sent our way Stuck at the mercy of elders Left with the repose that you leave Left to make life of smolders Stuck with the false things you believed We could be much more If you would open the door We could have peace and life But you leave bullets and strife The choice is only yours To end these scarring wars Give use something grand Or give us a hopeless wasteland Sins of the father, to us the son And the holy ghost, the loaded gun The big money blocks all your eyesight To the scars you gash into the Earth Out of sight and out of mind Nothing in which you could find worth Powerless to stop your power Helpless to get your help How can we set things proper When all you care about is yourself We could be much more If you would open the door We could have peace and life But you leave bullets and strife The choice is only yours To end these scarring wars Give use something grand Or give us a hopeless wasteland Sins of the father, to us the son And the holy ghost, the loaded gun You've razed the land You've left us a war We grabbed onto your hand You dropped us to the floor We could be much more If you would open the door We could have peace and life But you leave bullets and strife The choice is only yours To end these scarring wars Give use something grand Or give us a hopeless wasteland Sins of the father, to us the son And the holy ghost, the loaded gun Spoiler (Click to View) From the dark ages to the modern day The human race has come a long way Superstitions, fear and destruction Traded for knowledge and construction When we all unchained our minds The world was graced with endless finds End of plague and end of distrust And the galaxy met with a rocket thrust But there are some restrained by fear Who stick with the old things they hold dear And sometimes tricked by tales of old They believed the lies that they were told Don't let their hysteria pull you in No matter how distressing These modern day supervillains Will stop the human race from progressing They'll tell you that you are deceived By the proven info you receive Somehow, some way, they deny The things that all us humans pride They'll want you to trade in proven fact For what they sell, not so intact Spreading lies and hatred and fear Just to justify their wasted years Yes, there are those restrained by fear Who stick with the old things they hold dear And sometimes tricked by tales of old They believed the lies that they were told Don't let their hysteria pull you in No matter how distressing Don't give them a platform To let them do their oppressing They'll try to pull us away from all The progress we're caressing These modern day supervillains Will stop the human race from progressing Just always remember to stay strong Let your instincts guide you along Never follow a charlatan's way Unless they can prove the things they say Trust the truth, and you will never be wrong Trust yourself, and you will always be strong Here's my poetry garbage. Asian Girl Spoiler (Click to View) I think I'd like to try an Asian girl, I bet that would be quite fun. I gotta say they look very pretty. I bet an Asian girl could be the one! All I've ever gone with was white girls! It's starting to get too bland. It's time to mix up my life a little, And an Asian girl would be grand! So I went down to the downtown bar To find a dame of Eastern roots. And sure enough, I found one Wearing a dress and fur trimmed boots. So I sauntered over, and she started screaming As I opened my jaws and ate her. Oh yeah, it would probably be good to mention - I'm actually an alligator. Spoiler (Click to View) I pledge allegiance due to coercion To an insignificant mass-produced piece of cloth Whose pattern we've all collectively decided represents The United States of America. And to the republic for which it doesn't really represent One nation Under the atmosphere Divisible With liberty and justice for a disappointingly small number of people. Spoiler (Click to View) Is it too early for me To be scared of what's to come? To worry about my future, And to fear the end of a gun? Is it too early for me To hate everyone that I see? To loathe the stupidity I hear, And wish they would cease to be? Is it too early for me To think that there's really no reason? To sulk everywhere without purpose, Every day, every month, every season? Yes perhaps it is too early To be as cripplingly deep as me But that's what it's like to be cynical At the enlightening age of three. Spoiler (Click to View) When you put that stupid sweater on him, The wiener dog never complains. When you get him groomed and washed and trimmed, The wiener dog never complains. When you wedge hot dog buns around his body, The wiener dog never complains. When you baby talk him like you're his mommy, The wiener dog never complains. And yes, while it's true that you will never, ever Hear the wiener dog complain, Words could never describe his feeling Of immensely strong disdain. Spoiler (Click to View) He who types is a typographer. He who studies the land is a geographer. He who makes maps is a cartographer. Since I do nothing, I guess that makes me an ographer. Spoiler (Click to View) What should the name of this poem be? "Untitled" is currently its name. But since this poem's about being untitled I guess that title 'aint lame. Spoiler (Click to View) My friend Jake likes obscure bands It makes him feel superior. He only listens to bands whose names sound Like they pulled them out their posterior. He lists off bands no one's heard of Like Amish Pie and Paranoid Cyst But the scary thing is, some of these bands Don't even actually exist! It turns out Jake is crazy (big shock!) He's making up bands in his brain So now he's locked up in a ward I guess hipsters are kind of insane. |