This is a blog for Ms. Bailey's Greenwood High School students and the Literature Club at Greenwood High School. Keep it clean, be helpful and critique, but keep it polite. There are too many people that will put you down in the world - let's lift each other up! :o)
I wish that I was taller I wish my belly was smaller I wish that I had more common sense. but as I sit here on the fence between what is good, and what is bad, I see that... I have tons of friends who are really rad. They think I'm smart even though I can be tart. I hope they stick with me until the very end. My family is kind of weird my daddy even has a beard. My mom is kind of crazy, and my sister is just plain zany. I love my eyes, hair, and style and I'm really glad there's nothing bad on my file. I can spin a flag better than most, but I don't like to boast. I wish I was taller, I wish my belly was smaller. But now that I think it over, I think I spot a four-leaf clover.
I know that it's dorky and lame, but I wrote it in Health class, so...yeah. =]
Ok, I got inspired for a poem and though it may suck, it comes from the heart. And for those who do know me, it's jessica (aka jersey)and I wrote this expressing some emotions I was feeling @ the last meeting we had. Untitled By: Jessica Dunne
I haven’t seen you in days. Why did it have to come to this? I see your picture, but to make sure I won’t cry, I’ll torch it, And then may be things won’t Be as terrible as they are at the moment. I lost so many loved ones in my life, And the thought of you leaving me, Honestly, it scares me to death. Don’t leave me please, I just don’t understand. Why is all of this happening so quickly? You can’t go! I won’t let you! You were the one who kept us together for So many years, you are a part of the reason I’m here. I love you so much it kills me and I can't live with anymore pain. Whatever happens, it must be for a reason. She’s watching over your vulnerable form, Alone in that cold, quiet room, just waiting For something to happen at any moment! I hope for the best and I pray that He hears me. Your time hasn’t come yet, and you leaving Would just be the death of my heart. Just please hold on and come home to me.
*It's not supposed to be a rhyming poem, this was just something to get off my chest.*
~Artisic Scoundrel~
ps: I coulnd't think of a title, so therefore it will remain as 'Untitled'.
Artisic Scoundrel said... Hey guys, just here to show off a poem by my friend, Cody Doss. It's called 'I Cry' and he wanted the Lit Club's opinion on it. Yes, he is not a member, but he wanted me to show it anyway for artistic reasons that only a true artist can understand. *I Cry* I cry to know I cry to know that I am alone. I cry to know that I am in pain. I cry because I know no one will listen. I cry because the love of my life is not there to hold me. I cry because the love of my life does not know how much I truly love him and I cry for the fact that I will never have the same relationship with anybody else. I cry for so many things in life that go wrong and yet I hold a strong force in front of others. I cry to mourn. I cry to mourn the loss of friends. I cry to mourn the life of friends. I cry to mourn the tears that leave the deeply set and saddened eyes. I cry for release. I cry for release of the tension that builds so deep within me as a day wears on. I cry for release of fear. I cry for God's helping hand. And yet I still keep my front in front of others. I cry during the night. I cry during the night when the phone opens and I see his face. I cry during the night when the flood gates of thoughts open to loneliness. I cry during the night when a song that I wish could have been our plays. Looks like I just cry...And I will always cry during the night, times of mourning, for knowledge, and to myself. ~Cody B. Doss~ Now, he will take constructive critisim, no flames (mean reviews) or stuff like 'your writing is terrible.' I want to boost his confidence as a writer and possibly make that boy join next year! He is a good writer and I personally liked this poem. And I hope you will enjoy too.
Molotov Cocktail {Paige} said... I was quite bored all day during my classes. So I wrote haiku's. Most of which only make sense to me. But regardless, I thought I'd share them with you.
A line seperates each haiku.
Enjoy.
Some wanderers lost vision tests going badly too bad they don't know
Raven wings wither forked tongues in the dirt Falsehoods caused the wars.
The stop sign is red racing past the finish line The car motor stops
High pitched shreiking noise blood stains on the grey dashboard The brakes never work.
Banana milkshake Strawberry Icecream daydream the bowl split in two
Counting vampires Forget falling monocles Walking sticks in mud.
Alice won't notice Opium Caterpillars Rabbit's out of time.
Time runs too slowly Blackbirds over vineyard lights Wine helps nobody
Thunder from above Lightning underneath God's eyes Keys on airborne strings
Drowning in a sea the shore is too far away the hands won't reach down
Doctors never care EKG doesn' t love you stethoscope can't tell
the smell of C-4 Bones lying in dark foxholes your heart may not beat.
Block upon block Walls falling into caverns We're all caged in.
Rose thorns over graves Poppy seeds around graveyards you can't keep us out.
Coughs inside damp lungs something pressing on my chest my eyes will not see.
All haikus here by me, Paige McKinney. Please comment.
I don’t know what to say. What more could I have ever asked for? Your sweetness is my saving grace, And each step I take is a step closer to you each day. You found your way to me, I didn’t find you. And yet here we are, unafraid to be with each other. And yet, each step you take is a step further from us. We both knew that it was coming, no doubt. We knew that this would come about. I can only hold on to so tightly, But my heart is falling to pieces with each embrace. I would give you my whole heart and nothing less of that. How can I? How can I hold you back when You have so much more coming? What do I have? I can’t hold you back. I just can’t. I can’t wait for you. I can’t stop thinking about you for the love of Christ! This is the price I have to pay, I cannot be a delay in your life. Please understand I do care. Move on. Let me go, please! Don’t make me deceive you. I can’t have it! I won’t have it! I care for you so much, It hurts. We have to move on with our lives. One last question: How can I love you when I don’t?
On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light, In flames of death's eternal reign, we ride towards the fight. When the darkness has fallen down, and the times are tough all right. The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight.
Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel, through the wastelands evermore, The scattered souls will feel the hell, bodies wasted on the shore. On the blackest plains in Hell's domain, we watch them as they go, Through fire and pain, and once again we know...
So now we're flying we're free, we're free before the thunderstorm, On towards the wilderness, our quest carries on. Far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight, Deep inside our hearts and all our souls...
So far away we wait for the day, For the lives all so wasted and gone; We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days- Through the fire and the flames we carry on!
As the red day is dawning, and the lightning cracks the sky, They'll raise their hands to the heavens above with resentment in their eyes. Running back through the midmorning light, there's a burning in my heart; We're banished from a time in a fallen land, to a life beyond the stars.
In your darkest dreams see to believe, our destiny is time, And endlessly we'll all be free tonight...!
And on the wings of a dream, so far beyond reality; All alone in desperation, now the time has gone. Lost inside you'll never find, lost within my own mind, Day after day this misery must go on!
So far away we wait for the day, For the lives all so wasted and gone, We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days, Through the fire and the flames we carry on!
Now here we stand with their blood on our hands, We fought so hard now can we understand Ill break the seal of this curse if i possibly can For freedom of every man!
So far away we wait for the day, For the lives all so wasted and gone, We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days, Through the fire and the flames we carry on!
I know that this is probably too late to make it into the journal, but, oh well, I tried. Here I go.
Contract
By: Paige McKinney
They’re waiting for you Sharks with shiny smiles Reflective eyes, collective wiles Your hands won’t stop shaking Think you can sign your name?
Chorus: Fame is always useless Fortune is for fools You’ll never go to jail Ignore society’s rules Are you ready to sell your soul To the devil just yet?
The people are watching Hunger in their eyes Businessmen linger In their suits and their ties Aren’t you glad to see your name in all those lights?
Chorus
You walk down the streets Money in your fist Those soul sucking agents Whose names you have hissed You’ve been here for a while Do you think you were missed?
Chorus
Cameras are all flashing Your eyes scream for release From all this attention As you walk down the streets You smile real pretty Your face painted with ink.
Chorus
You go to the concert Your face covered in sweat And you’re high and drunk Off the attention you get You’re still alone inside Have you figured it out yet?
Chorus
You’ve got gigs at all night bars Made friends with producers and movie stars Pushed over the young and old To get your place inside this world Only to get there To realize it’s all hollow and cold
Chorus
Yeah, you’ve pushed over heroes Buried the working man In a stronghold of advertising A storm of platinum albums The media owns you Don’t doubt your debt
Chorus
Oh you’ve been in league With the dubious and the and the cheap You’d give away your life For just a look and a kiss You’d sell your soul For a chance in the biz.
Chorus
You’re soul is just useless Agents don’t want you to know You’re dead behind blue eyes You don’t see what’s going on Maybe you’re all empty And you should leave us and go.
Oh, oops. My poem was a tiny bit jacked up. Reposting.....
Contract
By: Paige McKinney
They’re waiting for you Sharks with shiny smiles Reflective eyes, collective wiles Your hands won’t stop shaking Think you can sign your name?
Chorus: Fame is always useless Fortune is for fools You’ll never go to jail Ignore society’s rules Are you ready to sell your soul To the devil just yet?
The people are watching Hunger in their eyes Businessmen linger In their suits and their ties Aren’t you glad to see your name in all those lights?
Chorus
You walk down the streets Money in your fist Those soul sucking agents Whose names you have hissed You’ve been here for a while Do you think you were missed?
Chorus
Cameras are all flashing Your eyes scream for release From all this attention As you walk down the streets You smile real pretty Your face painted with ink.
Chorus
You go to the concert Your face covered in sweat And you’re high and drunk Off the attention you get You’re still alone inside Have you figured it out yet?
Chorus
You’ve got gigs at all night bars Made friends with producers and movie stars Pushed over the young and old To get your place inside this world Only to get there To realize it’s all hollow and cold
Chorus
Yeah, you’ve pushed over heroes Buried the working man In a stronghold of advertising A storm of platinum albums The media owns you Don’t doubt your debt
Chorus
Oh you’ve been in league With the dubious and the cheap You’d give away your life For just a look and a kiss You’d sell your soul For a chance in the biz.
Chorus
You’re soul is just useless Agents don’t want you to know You’re dead behind blue eyes You don’t see what’s going on Maybe you’re all empty And you should leave us and go.
There you go. One error, but I am a perfectionist, and so perfected it.
Another thing I wrote, for le journal. It's a song, due to the fact it has le chorus. And I'm not sure what's up with the "le" I feel rather French at the moment after reading the short story on here.
Schizoprenia
By: Paige McKinney
Jonas insists that He always be missed And Maria’s Crying her throat out Violins won’t stop Shrieking music Max thinks I Should listen more
Well, Max doesn’t know What he’s talking about Cause all those violins Ever do is shout Jonas thinks we all Should lay down and die And all Maria ever Does is cry
Chorus: Yes, I’m going down Where I don’t wanna be found I’m going down Inside my head
Violin’s grating On my nerves Sounds like Jonas Still screaming next door He’s thinking about Maria Lying on the cold floor Max tells Jonas that it’s alright Her neck’s too pliable to Break at the first drop
Chorus
Max is a little Conservative Except in the case Of the music The music won’t stop Won’t stop, won’t stop Won’t stop
Chorus
Maybe I’m having Too many people In my head at once Maybe You all should leave now I’m sounding crazy Crazy, crazy, crazy
Jonas might have things right We all should go Silently into the night The violins are Screaming at Cold Maria next door Max thinks were insane So he’s going back home And Jonas is right-- We’re not worth anything
Chorus
Maybe the rope Will eventually break I think that’s something Even Max couldn’t take Cause Maria’s too sad To do something that bad Even with Jonas Constantly shouting… I’m gone.
Chorus
This house is mine, You can all get out Max, Maria and Jonas And the violins who just shout Sorry, I’ve got to leave you Cause the whole time I’ve been all alone Save my soul.
Thoughts of a Madman *Before I start, let me dedicate this to someone who I never want compassion from again*
Vengeance is my nature, Her hearty soul my satyr, These walls surround me And bind me to an early grave? Or purgatory, which ever one is greater. Fifteen years I dreamed, That one day I could go home free. But what seemed a lovely sight, Has forced me into an endless night, Where there are no stars, But blood by far! They call me mad, but it’s my pride, For I have nothing else to strive for. The one I was is no more, And another has taken his place, Such a shameful disgrace! Then again, there’s nothing left to face, Why not take action in my hands? For I see no compassion where I am, Where they gleam in the night, like the moon Over a red stream, Soon, my work is completed, And as if they are deleted, For little do they know what they Had eaten, Into the oven they go! And we can only pray that the ‘Lord have mercy on their soul.’ Far below, I smell their stench, Where the old beggar woman smells it from her bench, And never does she know what is going on, In the pie shop, where most are dining on the meat, Will they ever know it’s one of their own rather than beef? Desperate times call for desperate measures, While it brings me pleasure as they come in and never return. That is what they earned. The lesson is learn to forgive and forget But I never forgive, and I never forget, For they show no regret.
*And yes, this was inspired by Sweeney Todd, love that movie!*
Hey, It's Emily Hughes. If it's not to much trouble, I would like this in the next submission thingie, please.
A World Worth Waiting For
I can feel the seconds as I pass by The steady ticking of the clock that ticks and tocks away my life As the sun passes and the moon will rise And I wake up living the lie That I have been forced to live- forced to abide by And all I can do is sit and wait- until my time Until I finally escape this lie And live where I need to be with- you by my side In a world, with you, that's my- only life.
Ryley Graden wrote this, and would please like it in the submission what-you-call-it...please!:
My name is Faithe.
I once was a creature born of hellfire and brimstone, a creature all hard scale and horn, bad temperament and impulsive need to kill, a demon if you will. Then a child was born, and he thought it to be a grand joke to tell his father I was unneeded. Forget Lucifer, I made God’s father what he was. I tore down empires for him and burned fields, destroyed lives and accepted that I was never to be thanked. The child had me banished. I was thrown to Earth and left in my own Purgatory. A demon, which had run Heaven through an oblivious God, stripped in a universe that existed before the one people now know. I have seen eons wax and wane, have watched creatures, far superior to humans, battle for the right to exist and fail. Have watched the incredible death of a failed universe, and the consequential death of a God. And then the brutal rise of a new God, with new rules and new book he called the Bible.
I was stripped of my scales, my wings, all of it. All that I was left was an eternity to rot with walking bags of flesh that I had once slain with barely a notion of thought. I was shelled from my being and placed in the soft, weak body of a human. A handsome man, though I never thought it, there was always a graced look of need and the scent of wanting fuming from people near me. A demon dropped in the body of an angel. Oh the irony is great and stinging, let it be known now.
I became the reason people feared the dark; I snatched children from the shadows and still God created more. It became a game between us, Good vs. Evil. Then, I let it go. As the world around me evolved, blossoming and blooming because of their need to believe, I sat still and watched. Religion took root and caused blood to flow freely between humans in a constant need to prove themselves to their God. They did my old job for me, or for any being that had replaced me. When destruction slowed, I prodded it along. I was the reason the Crusades began and the fight for Jerusalem, why the Black Hand killed Francis Ferdinand and why Kaiser Wilhelm brought about WWI.
Where people suffered, I lurked and when it grew too much and they were close to being crushed beneath their fear and anguish, when they had lost their faith…I came to them. I shushed them tenderly and saved them, told them I was Faithe…and as I walked away, I sucked their lives from their bodies. I forced the vessels to burst and blood to course freely down their faces.
After a few centuries of playing with God’s own puppets, of turning some of them against him, I decided I would read his rules. The Bible was filled with thoughts I had told his father, in confidentiality, and his father had probably told him on his deathbed. These were the rules I had suggested for the perfect society. It made my blood boil…and God paid a price. I killed the native people of Jerusalem through Hitler. I spoke to him in public places and urged him that Jews and others would wipe out “our” country. I gave birth to WWII.
Then, I no longer had to try. I had planted the seed, and the world was to fail. Just as in every human there is the ability to fail, so is that ability in every Saint, Angel, God or universe that a god may create. My work is done, and no longer do I have to plant the question of God in their head. It all comes down to me. As it should, I designed all worlds before this one, and brought about their ends. So why should I not end this one?
I am the being behind all humans.
And I am the being behind all saints.
Angels hide me behind vast wings. And Demons hide me behind leering smiles.
I am the being behind the Lord, Jesus Christ. God hides me behind his Bible. The truth of religion courses from my veins and into yours.
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I Wish...
I wish that I was taller
I wish my belly was smaller
I wish that I had more common sense.
but as I sit here on the fence
between what is good,
and what is bad,
I see that...
I have tons of friends who are really rad.
They think I'm smart
even though I can be tart.
I hope they stick with me
until the very end.
My family is kind of weird
my daddy even has a beard.
My mom is kind of crazy,
and my sister is just plain zany.
I love my eyes, hair, and style
and I'm really glad there's nothing bad on my file.
I can spin a flag better than most,
but I don't like to boast.
I wish I was taller,
I wish my belly was smaller.
But now that I think it over,
I think I spot a four-leaf clover.
I know that it's dorky and lame, but I wrote it in Health class, so...yeah. =]
Ok, I got inspired for a poem and though it may suck, it comes from the heart. And for those who do know me, it's jessica (aka jersey)and I wrote this expressing some emotions I was feeling @ the last meeting we had.
Untitled
By: Jessica Dunne
I haven’t seen you in days.
Why did it have to come to this?
I see your picture, but to make sure
I won’t cry, I’ll torch it,
And then may be things won’t
Be as terrible as they are at the moment.
I lost so many loved ones in my life,
And the thought of you leaving me,
Honestly, it scares me to death.
Don’t leave me please, I just don’t understand.
Why is all of this happening so quickly?
You can’t go! I won’t let you!
You were the one who kept us together for
So many years, you are a part of the reason I’m here.
I love you so much it kills me and I can't live with anymore pain.
Whatever happens, it must be for a reason.
She’s watching over your vulnerable form,
Alone in that cold, quiet room, just waiting
For something to happen at any moment!
I hope for the best and I pray that He hears me.
Your time hasn’t come yet, and you leaving
Would just be the death of my heart.
Just please hold on and come home to me.
*It's not supposed to be a rhyming poem, this was just something to get off my chest.*
~Artisic Scoundrel~
ps: I coulnd't think of a title, so therefore it will remain as 'Untitled'.
Artisic Scoundrel said...
Hey guys, just here to show off a poem by my friend, Cody Doss. It's called 'I Cry' and he wanted the Lit Club's opinion on it. Yes, he is not a member, but he wanted me to show it anyway for artistic reasons that only a true artist can understand.
*I Cry*
I cry to know
I cry to know that I am alone.
I cry to know that I am in pain.
I cry because I know no one will listen.
I cry because the love of my life is not there to hold me.
I cry because the love of my life does not know how much I truly love him and I cry for the fact that I will never have the same relationship with anybody else.
I cry for so many things in life that go wrong and yet I hold a strong force in front of others.
I cry to mourn.
I cry to mourn the loss of friends.
I cry to mourn the life of friends.
I cry to mourn the tears that leave the deeply set and saddened eyes.
I cry for release.
I cry for release of the tension that builds so deep within me as a day wears on.
I cry for release of fear.
I cry for God's helping hand.
And yet I still keep my front in front of others.
I cry during the night.
I cry during the night when the phone opens and I see his face.
I cry during the night when the flood gates of thoughts open to loneliness.
I cry during the night when a song that I wish could have been our plays.
Looks like I just cry...And I will always cry during the night, times of mourning, for knowledge, and to myself.
~Cody B. Doss~
Now, he will take constructive critisim, no flames (mean reviews) or stuff like 'your writing is terrible.' I want to boost his confidence as a writer and possibly make that boy join next year! He is a good writer and I personally liked this poem. And I hope you will enjoy too.
~Artisic Scoundrel~
January 18, 2008 4:14 PM
Molotov Cocktail {Paige} said...
I was quite bored all day during my classes. So I wrote haiku's. Most of which only make sense to me. But regardless, I thought I'd share them with you.
A line seperates each haiku.
Enjoy.
Some wanderers lost
vision tests going badly
too bad they don't know
Raven wings wither
forked tongues in the dirt
Falsehoods caused the wars.
The stop sign is red
racing past the finish line
The car motor stops
High pitched shreiking noise
blood stains on the grey dashboard
The brakes never work.
Banana milkshake
Strawberry Icecream daydream
the bowl split in two
Counting vampires
Forget falling monocles
Walking sticks in mud.
Alice won't notice
Opium Caterpillars
Rabbit's out of time.
Time runs too slowly
Blackbirds over vineyard lights
Wine helps nobody
Thunder from above
Lightning underneath God's eyes
Keys on airborne strings
Drowning in a sea
the shore is too far away
the hands won't reach down
Doctors never care
EKG doesn' t love you
stethoscope can't tell
the smell of C-4
Bones lying in dark foxholes
your heart may not beat.
Block upon block
Walls falling into caverns
We're all caged in.
Rose thorns over graves
Poppy seeds around graveyards
you can't keep us out.
Coughs inside damp lungs
something pressing on my chest
my eyes will not see.
All haikus here by me, Paige McKinney. Please comment.
January 22, 2008 2:57 PM
How Can I?
By: Jessica Dunne
I don’t know what to say.
What more could I have ever asked for?
Your sweetness is my saving grace,
And each step I take is a step closer to you each day.
You found your way to me, I didn’t find you.
And yet here we are, unafraid to be with each other.
And yet, each step you take is a step further from us.
We both knew that it was coming, no doubt.
We knew that this would come about.
I can only hold on to so tightly,
But my heart is falling to pieces with each embrace.
I would give you my whole heart and nothing less of that.
How can I?
How can I hold you back when
You have so much more coming?
What do I have?
I can’t hold you back.
I just can’t.
I can’t wait for you.
I can’t stop thinking about you for the love of Christ!
This is the price I have to pay,
I cannot be a delay in your life.
Please understand I do care.
Move on.
Let me go, please!
Don’t make me deceive you.
I can’t have it!
I won’t have it!
I care for you so much,
It hurts.
We have to move on with our lives.
One last question:
How can I love you when I don’t?
On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light,
In flames of death's eternal reign, we ride towards the fight.
When the darkness has fallen down, and the times are tough all right.
The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight.
Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel, through the wastelands evermore,
The scattered souls will feel the hell, bodies wasted on the shore.
On the blackest plains in Hell's domain, we watch them as they go,
Through fire and pain, and once again we know...
So now we're flying we're free, we're free before the thunderstorm,
On towards the wilderness, our quest carries on.
Far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight,
Deep inside our hearts and all our souls...
So far away we wait for the day,
For the lives all so wasted and gone;
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days-
Through the fire and the flames we carry on!
As the red day is dawning, and the lightning cracks the sky,
They'll raise their hands to the heavens above with resentment in their eyes.
Running back through the midmorning light, there's a burning in my heart;
We're banished from a time in a fallen land, to a life beyond the stars.
In your darkest dreams see to believe, our destiny is time,
And endlessly we'll all be free tonight...!
And on the wings of a dream, so far beyond reality;
All alone in desperation, now the time has gone.
Lost inside you'll never find, lost within my own mind,
Day after day this misery must go on!
So far away we wait for the day,
For the lives all so wasted and gone,
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days,
Through the fire and the flames we carry on!
Now here we stand with their blood on our hands,
We fought so hard now can we understand
Ill break the seal of this curse if i possibly can
For freedom of every man!
So far away we wait for the day,
For the lives all so wasted and gone,
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days,
Through the fire and the flames we carry on!
I know that this is probably too late to make it into the journal, but, oh well, I tried. Here I go.
Contract
By: Paige McKinney
They’re waiting for you
Sharks with shiny smiles
Reflective eyes, collective wiles
Your hands won’t stop shaking
Think you can sign your name?
Chorus:
Fame is always useless
Fortune is for fools
You’ll never go to jail
Ignore society’s rules
Are you ready to sell your soul
To the devil just yet?
The people are watching
Hunger in their eyes
Businessmen linger
In their suits and their ties
Aren’t you glad to see your name
in all those lights?
Chorus
You walk down the streets
Money in your fist
Those soul sucking agents
Whose names you have hissed
You’ve been here for a while
Do you think you were missed?
Chorus
Cameras are all flashing
Your eyes scream for release
From all this attention
As you walk down the streets
You smile real pretty
Your face painted with ink.
Chorus
You go to the concert
Your face covered in sweat
And you’re high and drunk
Off the attention you get
You’re still alone inside
Have you figured it out yet?
Chorus
You’ve got gigs at all night bars
Made friends with producers and movie stars
Pushed over the young and old
To get your place inside this world
Only to get there
To realize it’s all hollow and cold
Chorus
Yeah, you’ve pushed over heroes
Buried the working man
In a stronghold of advertising
A storm of platinum albums
The media owns you
Don’t doubt your debt
Chorus
Oh you’ve been in league
With the dubious and the and the cheap
You’d give away your life
For just a look and a kiss
You’d sell your soul
For a chance in the biz.
Chorus
You’re soul is just useless
Agents don’t want you to know
You’re dead behind blue eyes
You don’t see what’s going on
Maybe you’re all empty
And you should leave us and go.
Oh, oops. My poem was a tiny bit jacked up. Reposting.....
Contract
By: Paige McKinney
They’re waiting for you
Sharks with shiny smiles
Reflective eyes, collective wiles
Your hands won’t stop shaking
Think you can sign your name?
Chorus:
Fame is always useless
Fortune is for fools
You’ll never go to jail
Ignore society’s rules
Are you ready to sell your soul
To the devil just yet?
The people are watching
Hunger in their eyes
Businessmen linger
In their suits and their ties
Aren’t you glad to see your name
in all those lights?
Chorus
You walk down the streets
Money in your fist
Those soul sucking agents
Whose names you have hissed
You’ve been here for a while
Do you think you were missed?
Chorus
Cameras are all flashing
Your eyes scream for release
From all this attention
As you walk down the streets
You smile real pretty
Your face painted with ink.
Chorus
You go to the concert
Your face covered in sweat
And you’re high and drunk
Off the attention you get
You’re still alone inside
Have you figured it out yet?
Chorus
You’ve got gigs at all night bars
Made friends with producers and movie stars
Pushed over the young and old
To get your place inside this world
Only to get there
To realize it’s all hollow and cold
Chorus
Yeah, you’ve pushed over heroes
Buried the working man
In a stronghold of advertising
A storm of platinum albums
The media owns you
Don’t doubt your debt
Chorus
Oh you’ve been in league
With the dubious and the cheap
You’d give away your life
For just a look and a kiss
You’d sell your soul
For a chance in the biz.
Chorus
You’re soul is just useless
Agents don’t want you to know
You’re dead behind blue eyes
You don’t see what’s going on
Maybe you’re all empty
And you should leave us and go.
There you go. One error, but I am a perfectionist, and so perfected it.
Another thing I wrote, for le journal. It's a song, due to the fact it has le chorus. And I'm not sure what's up with the "le" I feel rather French at the moment after reading the short story on here.
Schizoprenia
By: Paige McKinney
Jonas insists that
He always be missed
And Maria’s
Crying her throat out
Violins won’t stop
Shrieking music
Max thinks I
Should listen more
Well, Max doesn’t know
What he’s talking about
Cause all those violins
Ever do is shout
Jonas thinks we all
Should lay down and die
And all Maria ever
Does is cry
Chorus:
Yes, I’m going down
Where I don’t wanna be found
I’m going down
Inside my head
Violin’s grating
On my nerves
Sounds like Jonas
Still screaming next door
He’s thinking about Maria
Lying on the cold floor
Max tells Jonas that it’s alright
Her neck’s too pliable to
Break at the first drop
Chorus
Max is a little
Conservative
Except in the case
Of the music
The music won’t stop
Won’t stop, won’t stop
Won’t stop
Chorus
Maybe I’m having
Too many people
In my head at once
Maybe
You all should leave now
I’m sounding crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy
Jonas might have things right
We all should go
Silently into the night
The violins are
Screaming at
Cold Maria next door
Max thinks were insane
So he’s going back home
And Jonas is right--
We’re not worth anything
Chorus
Maybe the rope
Will eventually break
I think that’s something
Even Max couldn’t take
Cause Maria’s too sad
To do something that bad
Even with Jonas
Constantly shouting…
I’m gone.
Chorus
This house is mine,
You can all get out
Max, Maria and Jonas
And the violins who just shout
Sorry, I’ve got to leave you
Cause the whole time
I’ve been all alone
Save my soul.
Chorus
Thoughts of a Madman
*Before I start, let me dedicate this to someone who I never want compassion from again*
Vengeance is my nature,
Her hearty soul my satyr,
These walls surround me
And bind me to an early grave?
Or purgatory, which ever one is greater.
Fifteen years I dreamed,
That one day I could go home free.
But what seemed a lovely sight,
Has forced me into an endless night,
Where there are no stars,
But blood by far!
They call me mad, but it’s my pride,
For I have nothing else to strive for.
The one I was is no more,
And another has taken his place,
Such a shameful disgrace!
Then again, there’s nothing left to face,
Why not take action in my hands?
For I see no compassion where I am,
Where they gleam in the night, like the moon
Over a red stream,
Soon, my work is completed,
And as if they are deleted,
For little do they know what they
Had eaten,
Into the oven they go!
And we can only pray that the ‘Lord have mercy on their soul.’
Far below, I smell their stench,
Where the old beggar woman smells it from her bench,
And never does she know what is going on,
In the pie shop, where most are dining on the meat,
Will they ever know it’s one of their own rather than beef?
Desperate times call for desperate measures,
While it brings me pleasure as they come in and never return.
That is what they earned.
The lesson is learn to forgive and forget
But I never forgive, and I never forget,
For they show no regret.
*And yes, this was inspired by Sweeney Todd, love that movie!*
Hey, It's Emily Hughes. If it's not to much trouble, I would like this in the next submission thingie, please.
A World Worth Waiting For
I can feel the seconds as I pass by
The steady ticking of the clock that ticks and tocks away my life
As the sun passes and the moon will rise
And I wake up living the lie
That I have been forced to live- forced to abide by
And all I can do is sit and wait- until my time
Until I finally escape this lie
And live where I need to be with- you by my side
In a world, with you, that's my- only life.
Ryley Graden wrote this, and would please like it in the submission what-you-call-it...please!:
My name is Faithe.
I once was a creature born of hellfire and brimstone, a creature all hard scale and horn, bad temperament and impulsive need to kill, a demon if you will. Then a child was born, and he thought it to be a grand joke to tell his father I was unneeded. Forget Lucifer, I made God’s father what he was. I tore down empires for him and burned fields, destroyed lives and accepted that I was never to be thanked. The child had me banished. I was thrown to Earth and left in my own Purgatory. A demon, which had run Heaven through an oblivious God, stripped in a universe that existed before the one people now know. I have seen eons wax and wane, have watched creatures, far superior to humans, battle for the right to exist and fail. Have watched the incredible death of a failed universe, and the consequential death of a God. And then the brutal rise of a new God, with new rules and new book he called the Bible.
I was stripped of my scales, my wings, all of it. All that I was left was an eternity to rot with walking bags of flesh that I had once slain with barely a notion of thought. I was shelled from my being and placed in the soft, weak body of a human. A handsome man, though I never thought it, there was always a graced look of need and the scent of wanting fuming from people near me. A demon dropped in the body of an angel. Oh the irony is great and stinging, let it be known now.
I became the reason people feared the dark; I snatched children from the shadows and still God created more. It became a game between us, Good vs. Evil. Then, I let it go. As the world around me evolved, blossoming and blooming because of their need to believe, I sat still and watched. Religion took root and caused blood to flow freely between humans in a constant need to prove themselves to their God. They did my old job for me, or for any being that had replaced me. When destruction slowed, I prodded it along. I was the reason the Crusades began and the fight for Jerusalem, why the Black Hand killed Francis Ferdinand and why Kaiser Wilhelm brought about WWI.
Where people suffered, I lurked and when it grew too much and they were close to being crushed beneath their fear and anguish, when they had lost their faith…I came to them. I shushed them tenderly and saved them, told them I was Faithe…and as I walked away, I sucked their lives from their bodies. I forced the vessels to burst and blood to course freely down their faces.
After a few centuries of playing with God’s own puppets, of turning some of them against him, I decided I would read his rules. The Bible was filled with thoughts I had told his father, in confidentiality, and his father had probably told him on his deathbed. These were the rules I had suggested for the perfect society. It made my blood boil…and God paid a price. I killed the native people of Jerusalem through Hitler. I spoke to him in public places and urged him that Jews and others would wipe out “our” country. I gave birth to WWII.
Then, I no longer had to try. I had planted the seed, and the world was to fail. Just as in every human there is the ability to fail, so is that ability in every Saint, Angel, God or universe that a god may create. My work is done, and no longer do I have to plant the question of God in their head. It all comes down to me. As it should, I designed all worlds before this one, and brought about their ends. So why should I not end this one?
I am the being behind all humans.
And I am the being behind all saints.
Angels hide me behind vast wings.
And Demons hide me behind leering smiles.
I am the being behind the Lord, Jesus Christ.
God hides me behind his Bible.
The truth of religion courses from my veins and into yours.
My name is Faithe.
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