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Postby OrwellThatEndsWell » Sun Apr 22, 2007 5:55 pm

A good one.
I'll purse it, aye the highway is my hope. His heart's not great that fears a little rope!
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Postby Miserable Liar » Sun Apr 22, 2007 11:10 pm

In a Bar One Night

Her wit’s as sharp as an air force arrow,
her hair is brown like a white tobacco,
her charm is dry and her number high,
crossing her legs and hand on my thigh.

She let me in, she asked me inside
though pathway narrow, I walked up her drive,
I can go with this and see it right through,
grabbed my pants and I left one shoe.

I returned the next day, and intended to stay,
her husband answered as I turned away,
”what do you want?” and I said “my right shoe”,
in my socks, what would you do?

As chased me and caught me, I swiped with one hand,
I ran into the road and crippled this man,
as I took him to the hospital, and he looked at my face,
and said “I should’ve just ran when I saw you in that place!”

Sickened and appalled, extremely slightly confused,
I thought about it hard and realised what to do,
I dumped the man in the nearest river, out of view,
got back in my car and reclaimed my doc martin.
You're gonna kill me, is that your plan?
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Postby yandee » Mon Apr 23, 2007 6:26 am

mancsmithsfan wrote:New York aspirations of Northern town,
Heaved under a chrome sky, sun gold gilded.
Lost in architectural canyons,
Another day pushing sadness to margins

Yeah! I really like this one!

ah yeah and btw: of course Lisa is a real person although she's kind of an amalgamic thing, but I guess that she would realize who it's written about...well...it's actually dedicated to her so I guess it's a bit obvious :D Thank you for liking it :D

and Matt: thank you so much as well

and Joel: I was very pleased with your enourmously constructive critics! I'll try out some of your remarks as soon as I'm in the right mood to work on it i.t. after I've seen HER again, whivh would take about three weeks for she's doing her A-levels right now. But I'll let you know.
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Postby OrwellThatEndsWell » Mon Apr 23, 2007 11:31 pm

Miserable Liar wrote:In a Bar One Night

Her wit’s as sharp as an air force arrow,
her hair is brown like a white tobacco,
her charm is dry and her number high,
crossing her legs and hand on my thigh.

She let me in, she asked me inside
though pathway narrow, I walked up her drive,
I can go with this and see it right through,
grabbed my pants and I left one shoe.

I returned the next day, and intended to stay,
her husband answered as I turned away,
”what do you want?” and I said “my right shoe”,
in my socks, what would you do?

As chased me and caught me, I swiped with one hand,
I ran into the road and crippled this man,
as I took him to the hospital, and he looked at my face,
and said “I should’ve just ran when I saw you in that place!”

Sickened and appalled, extremely slightly confused,
I thought about it hard and realised what to do,
I dumped the man in the nearest river, out of view,
got back in my car and reclaimed my doc martin.

This, perhaps: Not so fantastic. Doesn't do you any favours at all.
I'll purse it, aye the highway is my hope. His heart's not great that fears a little rope!
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Postby Miserable Liar » Thu Apr 26, 2007 12:13 am

Agreed actually, half-arsed...
You're gonna kill me, is that your plan?
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Postby yandee » Thu Apr 26, 2007 6:33 am

This one was written wednesday and thursday, finished last friday 3 in the morning.
And well...I guess I like it
Enjoy if you want to :D

JUDY AND THE DREAM OF HORSES

1

the city’s asleep in that dreamy haze
sunlight reflecting on windowsills
a hot day and a sticky black tarmac
a hot day and I’m wishing I was far away
a cloud of rubin dust blinds the eye
while the sun covers the streets with a coat of spotted lights

two dark cypresses shed ceremonial twilight
over two hellenistic girls in cvareful embrace
the lantern went blind, one last present of winter
wrapped up in shiny purple silk
there’s nothing as peaceful and there’s nowhwere I’d rather be
than inside this golden interim between the wars

listen to the wind as it slides through those light brown barren leaves
see the church lying calm under a blue and wihte bread and butter sky
see me lying flat on my back under the old ghost oak
in the unbearable flinging heat of the midday sun
thinking of you when you said that I should just come over there
for the both of us would feel just a little less lonley

2

as you stand over there at the football table all on your own
you look just like me then, so unconfortable
wishing you had a volume of poetry to read in
your shiny eyes blink whilst you cough from the agressive smoke
floating in midair between the dead and the alive
and somewhere in this darker green twilight of night
you stand all alone, waiting for your sister to return

there is nothing left to keep except for that half empty cocktail in your shaking hand
there’s nothing left but that look upon your face
and I can tell from the sadness you breed in your hazel eyes
the lives we lead aren’t that different at all
and when you said you wouldn’t mind having no shoulder to cry on
I knew you were lying

and suddenly there is this girl asking if she was me or her
told her I didn’t know for sure, but it could easily be
said “Oh I don’t even know you” and asked her for her name
she just told me she didn’t know either
but if I found out I should call

I guess you’ve already gone away under the neon lights
when a drunk girl hands me her bottle of gin and screams
“You’re dead, bitch. I killed you.”

Angelic boys dancing themselves to sleep to the beat of their hearts
all the drunk girls lying half asleep on the ragged couch
they all look so delicate that a single stinking breath of tequila or god could break them

when I find you broken down to the floor, crucified, crying for another scotch
I ask if you know how it feels to be left alone
when you tell me that you’ve been there before

3

Was it worth all the pain you had to go through?
Was it worth all the suffering, all the loss, just to be yourself now?
Was it worth it for being stuck where I’ve been for years
Can you take me back to another time? Can you make us disappear?

I’ve learned to bury the look I wear upon my face under a big straw hat
you keep your truths hidden behind a surface of disarming happiness
and I love you for that
and for the tears you fight so hard just to keep them inside

Never having had no one ever doesn’t suit you too good
self pity is what I built my entire pathetic world on
you want to change the world with a broken heart
and me, I just wanted to be loved with my head in a barbed wire sling

4

Come on and tell me aboutz that dream you had
the one with all those horses and your sister running away
the one with the holy boy who took his parents’ car
and you drove towards Zagreb and on through the shadowlands of romania

a street that leads through the Carparts
misty mountaintops in the gleaming light of the morning
condensation water all over the windows the moment you wake up
a perfect mirror for you to swim in

A railroad house in a forgotten valley of its own
a roof over your heads and a bed to make a mess of
petroleum lamps when it gets dark
the rolling thunder of the night trains in your ears

you open the window and let the wind blow back your hair
you open your heart and let him caress your cheek
you open the front door
you stand there on the front porch
when you finally realize that there’s nobody left
when you finally realize that you are free

the car has run out of gas along the road
just leave it as it broke down
put on your shoes and walk down this lonesome gravel road
hear the humming of the wires as you pass, hand in hand

you forget everything you used to know
there’s simply no more need to know
running into a night of thunderstorm and rain
sleeping in a stable on a haystack
just for one second you’re happy
just for one second it seems like there have never been any horses

you weave hyazinths into your gleaming brown hair
you sleep for hours with nothing to awake you, but the sun caressing your face
you sleep for days on this matrace of hay with nothing to awake you
but your lover’s kisses that cover your body

in a small town you get tracked down
they were waiting for you to take you home
crying out with pain as they try to shove him into a police car
“Inspector don’t you know? Don’t you care? Don’t you know about love?”
when they shoot him in the back as you try to escape
the last thing heard was a final oath of love floating form his lips in a stream of blood

5

You tell me about your plans of leaving this place behind
on the evening before you go, off to France

And I’m there at the railroad station
waving you good-bye my love, good-bye my love

There’s nothing I can see for miles and miles to come
nothing but you and those neverending waves of grain

And you leave me here the moment the sun
comes out of its thresholds in them lost and delirious mountainsides

Leave me standing in the shaking fields
and promise me you’ll never look back

6

But as soon as the time is right, my sweetheart, let your diamond tears flow
leave the loss you bear in your heart behind
let your pretty face sparkle and glisten
in the silver rain that floods your eyes and turns them into shadow

For there’s a life for you that’s yet to live
for there’s a future for you yet to dream about
for there’s happiness for you that’s yet to discover

And on that day I’ll be kicking up sparks, I’ll be setting those flames free
I’ll be setting those flags on fire
I’ll be setting those clothes on fire
I’ll be setting those dreams on fire
I swear to God I’ll burn this whole city down

7

Wake me up when time is ending
wake me up when there’s peace
wake me up when you’re burning at stake
wake me up when they come to escort me down to the scaffold

Cause there’s something for you yet to discover
a truth I still keep hidden
and I pray to God that you’ll never find out
that this life has nothing to offer to kids like us

8

I’ll make the first step off the patio I kept myself in
out of this house I’ve brought nothing but guilt and shame
I’ll cross those quiet fields of barley under the milky guidance of the full orange moon

I’ll cross the ghost oak around midnight
I’ll turn my head once more towards the clock tower
where they are celebrating whitching hour

I’ll cross the river as the churchbell strikes two
with my head leaned to the wide mountain range
that gleams red like blood pulsating out of a newly opened vein

I’ll go into the woods with nothing but the clothes I wear and the dreams you left me
and with every further step I take I feel just a little lost and found
I think of the hyazinths winning back the house on the edge of town

I think of you sweetheart until I’m breahting in reverse
awaiting the day I’ll return to the dust I came from.

thank you very much for spending your time on reading :D
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Postby chicken » Fri Apr 27, 2007 8:35 pm

wow.
i'd have to print this out, see it on paper in order to fully wrap my mind around it.
nicely done.
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Postby Miserable Liar » Sun May 13, 2007 12:13 am

Angel Direct

I could pick your pocket, I will pick your pocket,
if I really had it it’d rest my mind,
if I really want it and if I really want it,
if I really want to, I could change my life.

You must think that you’re funny, must think that you’re funny,
oh you’re oh so funny with a hate like that,
but they think you’re really clever, in your fields of heather,
”And because I grow it, god says it’s fine.”

I could be your lover, I could be your lover,
instead you picked a brother, who was best of mine,
crying on my pillow, weeping like a willow,
crying on my pillow ‘til it says it’s nine.

Wake up in the morning, dripping like a honey
your sides they must be thorny, why are you so cold?
I could be your husband, I could be your husband,
I could be your fella, if I found this road.

Treading through the muddy water, treading through the muddy water,
treading to my house as it once was mine.
I could get this shovel and a bag of gravel,
kill you both together, it would make things right.

Wake up and I’m screaming, wake up and I’m screaming,
and my hands are bleeding, it’s a thing of mine.
Calling to the angels, calling to the angels,
calling to the angels whilst I still have time.
You're gonna kill me, is that your plan?
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Postby Miserable Liar » Mon May 14, 2007 1:20 am

Time Bomb

Love’s a time bomb, ticking off, ticking off,
it’s a potion, wearing off, wearing off,
Love’s a time bomb, ticking off, ticking off,
I’m not so sure anymore, ticking off, ticking off.

I’ve got some visions that are in my head,
no real noise yet to protest,
that I will keep and protect,
burning me out fast, my batteries dead.

Love’s a time bomb, ticking off, ticking off,
I’m a time bomb, ticking off, ticking off,
I’m a time bomb, going off, going off,
I’m not so sure anymore, ticking off, ticking off.

Clock is spinning, but lets proceed,
because I guess nobody wanted me,
I’m in the dark and starting to freeze,
I’m a no-one you like to ignore.

Love’s a time bomb, ticking off, ticking off,
Love’s a time bomb, ticking off, ticking off,
Love’s a time bomb, ticking off, ticking off,
Who’s knocking down my door? Ticking off, ticking off.
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Postby chicken » Wed May 16, 2007 4:55 am

something weird, something odd,
conjour me up an octopod!!

<!--quoteo--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE</div><div class='quotemain'><!--quotec-->Neptune’s Changeling

the first
1242 I was born
for the first time
in County Cork
cabbage, moss
and cairns
squalling and ravenous
I sucked me mother dry
by 1255 the village
put my infant body
on the coals
“burn out the devil”
burn burn burn
coals in me throat and
on me tiny chest
then left in the cold dark night
hungry an cryin

the second
in 1475 I was three
speaking and trotting about
(a bit more behaved)
that wild-child
who spoke to ponies
and sheep
and knew when every
bitch was about to pup
there
cutting every umbilical with me dirty nails
licking them dry

the third
during the Reformation
I was put to water
left upon dung heaps cold and starving
whipped with chestnut switches
and slept with iron over me bed
I think I was about seven,
and I remember remembering why
why drive this out?
why even try?
that first James was a sonofabitch!

the fourth
the Famine hit in 1740
and it was dire,
I was growing down on my lip
my back was growing wide
and I could shovel like a real man
working hard and steady
to no avail

and left to straps and wallops
left on the hot ovens
and red shackles
(why treat the old baby thus?)
so many left from the Famine
even the wrinkled mothers
from whose breast I had fed
hobbled onto boats
they didn’t see me eye
I couldn’t let them,
let them see their baby
and their boy
from the elves

the fifth
The Act of Union was enough in 1800
and I found a boat, a vessel
I hid in the hold among the rats
and potatoes
and iron ore (bless me, for this is blaspheme)
and one old man who wanted to see his daughter
off to a new land
a land of promise
a Lady of Liberty…
all the while I grew
slowly
every so slowly
so very slowly
yet I enjoyed speaking to shrimp
whistling to whales
answering the calls of clams
and reading
reading the brothers Grimm
my charted history
beatings, whippings, ovens, dunkings
I might have just been old enough,
but not yet

the last
at 2007 I now know
yesterday I was told I look 20
and I smiled
and said:
“Top o the morning to ye”
and beer or stew brewed
in eggshells
and acorn caps?
oy, now, c’mon!
I’ve seen that trick
and while I’m older than the forest outside
I’ll never say so
I’ve learn’t me lesson

“Top o the morning to ye”
while underneath
my jellyfish tentacles wriggled and writhed
and bade thanksgiving to Father Neptune
for my changeling…

…wait until I’m 30.
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just drafted tonight. in two weeks i'll have her ironed out, or at least i hope to :D
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Postby Boxguy » Wed May 16, 2007 5:11 am

Why, I'm as old as the forest floor
And I've never seen that before!
:D :D :D
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Postby chicken » Wed May 16, 2007 5:56 am

come hell, high water, or obscene cost: i'm going to get my hands on the original Grimm brothers' book. not one that simply lists tale upon tale, but the real one that digests them.

yes, i've seen the oaks grow
i've seen them drop leaves
year upon year

and you dare brew beer in an egg-shell before me :blink:

( :blink: human children confuse me so :blink: )


<!--coloro:#009900--><span style="color:#009900"><!--/coloro-->Oy!! i'm younger than the forest floor
do you dare to see more?<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc-->
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Postby elko » Wed May 16, 2007 11:04 pm

Too much great stuff in here. Yandee, I'd love to see anything else that you written.
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Postby chicken » Wed May 16, 2007 11:11 pm

elko wrote:Too much great stuff in here. Yandee, I'd love to see anything else that you written.


indeed, Yandee can wordsmith rather well.
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Postby Miserable Liar » Mon May 21, 2007 1:17 am

Little Fish

Caught a little fishy from the lake the other day,
no matches or no firewood so that saved him right away,
I wish I could return but someone burned the wooden bridge,
I’ll make one by myself with just some rocks and a broken fridge.

There isn’t a sight greater, than the sunrise on that hill,
over looking the blue water, postcard for the window-sill,
things are looking up, but if I could only find a job,
I wish I was a fish with nothing else to do but bob.

I’d be swimming through the coke cans, whilst my friends would follow suit,
to no real destination, maybe go and see a boot,
there’s no place for me here, although I’d miss it quite a bit,
you can’t smoke underwater so I guess I’d have to quit.

My friends they do say “Matthew, will it really ever be?
and why go to a lake when you could go swimming in the sea?”
Well I don’t know, the truth is all I am is just a man,
it’s never going to happen, so that messes up the plan.
You're gonna kill me, is that your plan?
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