Post your most-liked lyrical scrawlings/poetry/turns of phrase.
 

I'll let one of you go first. Just post something you wish you could have written.

we'll have fun.

xx

Practicing writing
on my belly...
it's a long night.

It's a haiku. Don't know if the translation is accurate...

it seems to work !

success ! :laugh:

It definitely works... Even if I don't know exactly why I had to post it :P

We can post as many lines as we like, can't we?

*looking for something better*

write as much as you like !

i must find something myself.

Ognuno sta solo sul cuor della terra
trafitto da un raggio di sole:
ed è subito sera.

S. Quasimodo

Translation:

Everyone stands alone at the heart of the world
pierced by a ray of sunlight,
and suddenly it is evening.

Too bad the translated version ain't that good...

it seems to translate quite well.

as for me, i have this on my wall. its silly, but i love it to death.

Serve yourself
No one else can do for you like you
No one else fails like me
In my eyes I burn alive
Fly like a bird
No more words just you and I
High in the sky

its s*p - starla.

i'm silly, i know.

You're not silly! That was good Corganness!

Now it's my turn!

Please don't cry
For the ghost and the storm outside
Will not invade this sacred shrine
Nor infiltrate your mind
My life down I shall lie
If the bogey-man should try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
To tease, torment, and tantalise
Wavering shadows loom
A piano plays in an empty room
There'll be blood on the cleaver tonight
And when darknesss lifts and the room is bright
I'll still be by your side
For you are all that matters
And I'll love you to till the day I die
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Ceiling shadows shimmy by
And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey
There's sadness in your beautiful eyes
Oh, your untouched, unsoiled, wonderous eyes
My life down I shall lie
Should restless spirits try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
I once had a child, and it saved my life
And I never even asked his name
I just looked into his wondrous eyes
And said : "never never never again"
And all too soon I did return
Just like a moth to a flame
So rattle my bones all over the stones
I'm only a beggar-man whom nobody owns
Oh, see how words as old as sin
Fit me like a glove
I'm here and here I'll stay
Together we lie, together we pray
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine


I've tried picking a brief quote, but I couldn't. It just sounded unfair...

thats quite a haunting piece. many meanings there all locked and lost together. is it from a smiths song ?

for my next, obvious choice, i choose this :


It was January, 1963
When Johnny came home with a gift for me
He said I bought it for you because I love you
And I bought it for you because it's your birthday, too
He was so very nice, he was so very kind
To think of me at this point in time
I used to think of him, he used think of me

He told me to close my eyes
My gift would be a great surprise
I saw tears were in his eyes
He never meant to hurt me Oh, God

Johnny, don't point that gun at me
There's so many ways our lives have changed
But please, I beg, don't do this to me
Johnny, don't point that gun at me
Can I save my life at any price?
For God's sake will you listen to me?

And though he was ashamed that he had took a life
Johnny came home with another wife
And he often remembered how it used to be
Before that special occasion, 1963
There was too many ways that you could kill someone
Like in a love affair, when the love is gone
I used to think of him, he used think of me

He told me to close my eyes
My gift would be a great surprise
I saw hatred in his eyes
He never meant to hurt me Oh, God,

Johnny, don't point that gun at me
There's so many ways our lives have changed
But please, I beg, don't do this to me
Johnny, you keep on using me
Can I change my life for any price?
Oh, Johnny, won't you listen to me?

He told me to close my eyes
My gift would be a great surprise
I saw hatred in his eyes
But he never meant to hurt me
Oh, God, Johnny, don't point that gun at me
There's so many ways our lives have changed
But please, I beg, don't do this to me
Johnny, you keep on using me
Can I change my life for any price?
Oh, Johnny, won't you listen to me?

I just want you to be mine,
I don't want this world to shine
I don't want this bridge to burn
Oh, Johnny, do you miss me?
I just want to feel for you
I will always feel for you...

Even if there are too many remixes of 1963 around, I still love that song!


EDIT: Oops, forgot the title and author in my previous post. It was The hand that rocks the cradle by The Smiths. Shame on me!

Yes ! the remixes get confusing. but the arthur baker one is best. :laugh:

one more thing i want to post : more corganness :

winterlong

and if I fall
into you all
will my rain
cease and dissolve?
some come to harm
others to grace
so let my friends fly
under these wings


we’re giving it up to the sun
we’re giving it up to the moon
we’re giving it up to the earth
we’re giving it up from our own


knowing there’s nowhere to run
knowing there’s not much to lose
sometimes it seems so long
since you had a chance to refuse


we built a fire
winterlong
transformed new wire
winterlong
i was the first one
i was the last one to be strong


and if I fall
into you all
will the silence
shatter and stall?
some feel movement
others stand still
so let the moment
become my will


we’re giving it up to the sun
we’re giving it up to the moon
we’re giving it up to the earth
we’re giving it up from our owns


knowing there’s nowhere to run
knowing there’s not much to lose
so why does it take so long
to find out who is who


we built a fire
winterlong
transformed new wire
winterlong
i was the first one
i was the last one to be strong


we’re giving it up to the sun
we’re giving it up to the moon
we’re giving it up to the earth
we’re giving it up from your own


we’re giving it up to the sun
we’re giving it up to the moon

Thanks god you post Corganness, so there's no need for me to post it as well! It'll give people the impression we like variety, while we don't!


Sad Go Round by Current 93

Let me take you
On the sad go round
In the twilight zone
Hear the mournful sounds
Of the carousel
And the calliope
Where you lose your will
And abandon hope
As you spin
And the sad go round
And the world is a blur
Of confusing sound
You forget your troubles
You forget your fun
Now you're just a world
Moving round the sun

We're fool them good !

such sad words though we post. beautiful, but strangely sad.

It seems we don't know many happy-happy poems and songs... What should we read/listen to?

winnie the pooh !

Of course! Winnie the Pooh! The yellow non-existant-brain bear!
But what if we start sympathizing with Eeyore?

we'd have to start rhyming bother with buther.

Eep, I have something new to post:

This is Insight by Joy Division. I'm starting to be boring, I know...


Guess the dream always end
They don't rise up just descend
But I don't care anymore
I've lost the will to want more
I'm not afraid, not at all
I watch them all as they fall
But I remember, when we were young

Those with habits of waste
The sense of style and the taste
Of making sure you were right
Hey, don't you know you were right
I'm not afraid anymore
I keep my eyes on the door
But I remember...

Tears and sadness for you
More upheaval for you
Reflects a moment in time
A special moment in time
Yeah, we wasted our time
We didn't really have time
But we remember - when we were young

And all God's angels beware
And all you judges beware
Sons of chance take good care
For all the people out there
I'm not afraid anymore

Good choice ! but for my joy division choice i choose : (its just like pokemon this)


Be clear every day, every evening
It calls here aloud from above
Carefully watched for a reason
Mistaking devotion and love
Surrendered to self-preservation
From others who care for themselves
But life as it touches perfection
Appears just like anything else

Isolation

Mother, I tried, please believe me
I'm doing the best that I can
I'm ashamed of the things
I've been put through
I'm ashamed of the person I am

Isolation

But if you could just see the beauty
These things I could never describe
Pleasures and wayward distraction
Is this my wonderful prize?

Isolation

Isolation... Closer... I can't even say how much I love that album... how can't you love it, once you start listening to it?
I wish I was Ian Curtis! Argh!