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 Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 10:13 am
And one last thing, a short song I wrote.
A blue sky,
Shinning its expressions to the life of nature,
I walk this ground with you,
And sugar, we're living to our amazing dreams...
Among all our promises,
I want to believen the one where we stay together forever and ever...
And when the days go cold...
I wrap you in my arms, and hum a gentle tune...
A smile appears on your face,
"This song reminds me of our old days in Old Delaware..."
A whisper of the past makes me laugh...
A laugh that makes you, smile...
And when the clouds clear the sky,
Only one thing crosses my mind...
"What a beautiful day it'll be with you...
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 1:18 pm
Something I wrote at work Today. I have a nice little tune to go with it too.
Womanizer:
You're my dirty little secret,
just another ******** game
your friends tell me you love me,
but I don't even know your name.
You keep calling me lover,
I'm only in it for the sex,
You think that I love you,
but you'll never guess what's next.
I'm giving you away,
I won't be ******** off now,
I'm leaving you behind.
You're getting sloppy,not even good for the a**,
you offer once more to sleep with me,
and I smile and say "I'll pass!"
Just another liuttle lesson,just another mark in my little black book.
I only wanted your virginity,
but it seems that's not all I took.
You were just my dirty little secret,
just another worthless game,
but after I left you high and dry,
You'll never be the same.
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 3:03 pm
Electric
I feel your weight upon me.
Our lips meet,
sending shivers up my spine.
Your hands caress my body,
exploring my skin,
every touch is electric.
Biting, groping, panting,
We are heated in passion.
Our clothes shed,
like a cocoon,
and we lay exposed,
naked.
We move together,
in a lovers' rhythm.
Our breath quickens,
our hearts race,
every moan bringing us
closer to bliss.
Sweating, gasping,
caught in a carnal embrace.
My body arches
as we peak.
Intense heat,
paired with electric shivers.
And we cascade...
down...
into euphoria.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 4:59 pm
I was just chatting away with my friends today about how dungeon monsters are created. In doing son, we came up with this little story:
[A villain is talking with a man wearing a cowboy hat and holding a big net that looks a lot like a butterfly net.]
Villain: And your name is...?
Man: [cowboy accent] Catch-'em Clyde, the best monster-catcher around! I go to the most exotic places and catch all sorts of creatures with my creature-catchin' net! [swings net, it lands on the villain's head]
Villain: Ack! Don't do that! You're messing up my hair! This is a stereotypical villain's hairdo, and I'm a stereotypical villain!
Clyde: Sorry, partner. Got carried away. [lifts net] Anyhoo, my work mainly involves fetching monsters to infest dungeons and the like with.
Villain: That's splendid, Clyde. This map shows the locations of all the dungeons where I've hidden the keys to my tower. That's where we are, see? The blue X. The dungeons are marked with the numbers 1 through 7. Infest those dungeons with monsters in such a way so that as the numbers increase, the monsters get tougher. Put the toughest monsters of all in my tower, but please keep them out of the throne room at the top of the tower. That's where I'll be staying, and I hate monsters filling up my place.
Clyde: Gotcha, partner. Weakest monsters to toughest, from 1 to 7 and then the tower. No monsters at the top floor.
Villain: Good, good. But are you sure you can do this?
Clyde: Absolutely. I've tackled similar jobs before. The Legend of Zelda series, Earthbound, you name it.
Villain: Well, when will it be done?
Clyde: I'll try to get it done by tomorrow. You can pay me then.
Villain: [coughs] Pay you?
Clyde: Of course, dummy! Were you thinking I would do it for free?
Villain: Well...
Clyde: I take nearly every kind of currency there is out there. Coins, Rupees, Gil, whatever.
Villain: Gil?
Clyde: Haven't you ever heard of Final Fantasy?
Villain: Sorry. Being a stereotypical villain, I haven't really researched that kind of stuff that much.
Clyde: Well, you should. That way you'll be able to see where other villains have messed up in the past, and you'll avoid making the same mistakes as them. By the way, for no extra charge, I can put in some really strong monsters at the ends of the dungeons to guard the keys themselves. In creature-catchin' terms, these are called "bosses."
Villain: Sounds great. I can't wait to see how it turns out. Oh, and one more thing.
Clyde: What would that be?
Villain: Make sure there are some monsters on the overworld, too, but keep them out of towns. I can't risk getting sued for property damage.
Clyde: Got it! It'll be done by tomorrow afternoon!
Villain: Good. Now go.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 11:07 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 9:44 am
Thanks Kaede! Yours is very good! This one I just had to share because it was about an important time in my life. It's called "River of Ink." Enjoy...
In my pen (oops, almost put pants),
The ink is a rush of words and flowing streams,
swirling in melodies and rythyms,
Waves that crest symphonies!
Inside of me,
shouts and dance cry for expression.
This language of geyser passion,
I don't know if it's killin' me or keepin' me alive!
I gotta get it down on pages!
Perform it on shapes in dreams that will make some kind of difference.
Thining it's one small reason I'm here on this spinning sphere,
To stir, or afflict, or help.
But i just can't seem to say it like I want to sssssssssay it...
I pull out pieces orf pain from closets of heart.
Unfold memories from shadows,
So clear and wind of straight.
But often it comes out askew...
Sometimes people don't understand,
I read and hear the works of others...
and think "Why can't I say it like that"
But the harder I try, the worse it gets.
Living in this endless tug and tensions of rivers of romance.
Cutting paths of reason and hope,
that never sleep or die.
I don't know if it's keeping me sane or making me CRAZY.
I see the hurt in people's eyes.
I wanna say something to soothe or comfort,
but often my answers only bring more questions and empty stares with words not left in stanzas.
But in piles of paper on the floor waiting for bristles of broom.
And I go on bleeding INK inside...
Wanting so badly just to walk away,
But I keep running back to the raging flame within.
With nothing more to give at times but fragments of thought and broken images to reflect the smiles of "that little boy".
Running across shimmering meadows to dance and sing,
Duets before the backdrop of a blaaaaaaaazing sunset.
Yet still I grope like a blindman in search of colors and canvas,
to paint the epic composition.
A story of desire that frames NO heartache,
but all I see in this mirror of wonder is a fool on stage stumbling all over his own fear of failure and insecurity, struggling with the possibility that one day it will FLOW over this desert soul into the hearts of the waiting.
AND I CAN FINALLY REST IN THE RAIN OF SPRING,
MY MOUTH OPEN TO THE TEARS OF A SINGING HEAVEN AND A LONGING THAT I'VE ONLY IMAGINED!
Yet here I stand, even now grappling with the yearnings to say it.
Perfectly, knowing my season may not have turned to face me.
And IF I die, having never laid it down, Can I be satisfied with the music this river of ink played in me?
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 3:29 pm
Heck yes! I finally found my song! I've been wanting to place it up here with all of your great writings, so hopefully it'll get it's chance to shine! Here ya go.
Just Keep Moving On
You all just keep haunting me
Never leaving me alone
I wanted peace and quiet
Gota find it on my own
The world it seems to hate me
It sticks me with all the blame
Not allowed to be happy
You leave me there will all your pains.
{Chorus}
No matter where I go
I know I'm on my own
Can't trust you anymore
'Cuz your killin me.
I simply wanna know
Why you had left me so
I just don't really know
What I should beleive
The race has started
And everyone is running
Your time is going
To try and beat you again
The people we've parted
We've left them all behind
It's amazing that your trying (ha ha)
I'm going to leave you crying...
No matter where I go
I know I'm on my own
Can't trust you anymore
'Cuz your killin me.
I simply wanna know
Why you had left me so
I just don't really know
What I should beleive
There is no single reason
That I'm leaving you behind
Once I would have wondered it
But now I don't have the time
I'm tired of all the lies
So now I know
It's time to live my life....
I will make the way on my own.
I'm tired of all the lies
So now I know
It's time to live my life....
I will make the way on my own.
© Patrick Alan DeSomma 2006
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 11:32 pm
I wrote this rather recently. Anybody mind makin a comment or two, that way I can see if me and my friends can actually start doing a band thing. cuz im kinda the writer and one of the singers for the group... this was going to be one of our faster songs.
Hear Me Out
Got somethin important and
I just have to tell you
But suddenly your gone
Just right our of the blue
I'll have to try again
Do beter the next time
So here I go on my own alone
It makes me wanna cry.
Wanna say I love you,
But all this crap gets in the way
All I can see is just you,
Life without you
Just wont do!
Sent you a telegram
But it never arrived
Tried it with a photograph
Just never came out right
Time and again I fail
What the hell is with my plight
I know, I'll sing her a love song,
on this very night!
Wanna say I love you,
But all this crap gets in the way
All I can see is just you,
Life without you
Just wont do!
I called your house around
The breakin of the dawn.
You wemt nuts at the sound
Of screaming on my lawn.
Tried to go and visit you,
Engine died almost halfway there.
Wish now I had the flu,
At least I wound't be so scared.
Wanna say I love you,
But all this crap gets in the way
Cuz I can see right through you....
Your so happy that im okay.
I wrote you a love song,
Suddenly it's alright...
© Patrick Alan DeSomma 2006
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 11:51 pm
The Song of the Sirens
Come,
you hear our song.
Our voices calling,
so gently.
The sweet melody,
blissful and slow.
We draw you closer,
with each perfect note.
come,
you cannot resist us.
Listen to our chant,
follow the tone.
You belong to us now,
forever,
entranced by the beauty
of our song.
But oh, if you only knew,
the fate that rests ahead.
For the glory of our voices,
only masks the truth.
Hideous, misshaped maidens we are,
but look how you are bewitched!
We will pluck out your eyes,
feast upon your flesh,
and yet you proceed.
That is the beauty
of our song.
No mortal is immune,
to our melodic words.
So steady ho!
you brave young lads,
your ship of fools
awaits its destiny.
And tonight,
my sisters,
We shall dine divinely.
Not ACTUALLY written as a song. Just for clarification. But man, could you imagine sailing by some misty island hearing a beautiful voice echo across the water, then the lyrics hit you.. you hear their groutesque and frightening words are are powerless to stop yourself. It's like, being tied to a railroad track and seeing the train coming. XD I'm so morbid... -_-;;
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 11:48 am
Kitty, you're morbid in the best way possible! heart
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 9:16 am
It's why we love you Aki!
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 10:04 pm
Such poetry! Such poetic... POETRY! gonk
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 8:41 pm
Cr*p I did for english:
That Silent Night
The grass flowed,
Gentle.
Nightly breeze.
Beneath the moon it glowed,
Sparkle.
Rain left dew.
The silent howled,
Booming.
Air swift by.
The scent of flowers,
Blooming.
Time stood quiet.
The chains of swings,
Squeak.
Resounding children’s laughter.
The sand swirled,
Boxed.
And trapping children’s joy.
I lie beneath the stars,
Breathe.
In and out, the cool takes me afar.
Constellation, shooting,
Red Mars.
Eyes shut,
Dreaming.
Completely drifting away.
Returning to four year’s past,
There.
The laughter sounds louder then the constant thunder above.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 9:37 am
Fly Love Poem
So all that was gold
Has lost its luster
And is stinking in piles of s**t.
No one could guess
Who made the mess
But they just trudge over it.
A spot on the floor,
A stain on the glass
Something that’s quite easily looked past.
No one can see
That beneath the pile is a man
Or maybe he’s melded with the pile
To become primordial stew again.
I can see them lift their noses
As they pass me in disdain
But never can I call to them
For I have forsaken my name.
A little fly, she leans on me
But I’m not the comfort her sucker seeks
She’s there for now but will soon be gone
To the pile of trash in the lawn.
But how could even a loathsome fly
Like a pile of s**t like me
When my reeking brings about tears of agony.
I caused no good---
Only harm and soon my fly will be gone
She’ll be bored of me--you see
Because she wants the trash pile on the lawn.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 12:23 am
Wow, some of my older poetry was really emo... xp
Anyway, I'm bumping this thread because I know Blank has been writing like crazy lately and I'm hoping he'll share some of his awesome lyrics with everybody :3 And maybe if you're (un)lucky, I'll share some of the newer stuff I've written... lol
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