xkillherx
01-19-2006, 05:15 AM
Now, I don't usually ask for other's opinions of my lyrics/poems, but I recently started writing again (after four months) and words just flooded out of my body like never before. They probably won't make sense to you, nor do they for me really, but they're the first I've written in a while, and I'm lucky something even came out. So please rate them out of 10 if you want, or just give some criticism (be gentle).... EDIT; I haven't finished it, nor am I really planning on finishing it, it was after a huge bust-up with my boy..
(First one)
the tragedy that is, of the torment and love.
the lust and the pain that becomes estranged from everything it's ever known.
no-one could visualise the encounters of infinite heartache.
but when torment versus love become the game,
it's time to turn to the truth that has no name.
but baby it's a plan you cannot depict.
the lush provision of a future and a past.
where one becomes two and two further to three.
it's a life you can't resist,
the burning sensation you no longer request.
(Second one ; I don't usually write with rhyming couplets)
we can iluminate the darkest paths to heaven
those memories you cost,
the nights that you forever lost,
are ones in which you remain to be seen.
so as nights turn to dust,
and the rivers of color rust,
the days will go by as you decease.
but don't despair my lover,
for your no longer the problem,
of disatisfaction at its best.
the weakening of you,
the strength that i impose,
of eternal revolutions to the rights of living.
these miracles of the past and seductions for now..
so don't be the one to set me free,
it's no longer the job for you nor me.
there's a light at the end of the road,
the one in which you've always been told,
but don't despair my lover,
it's not longer your problem,
'cause you see,
you mean nothing, nothing, nothing to me.
(First one)
the tragedy that is, of the torment and love.
the lust and the pain that becomes estranged from everything it's ever known.
no-one could visualise the encounters of infinite heartache.
but when torment versus love become the game,
it's time to turn to the truth that has no name.
but baby it's a plan you cannot depict.
the lush provision of a future and a past.
where one becomes two and two further to three.
it's a life you can't resist,
the burning sensation you no longer request.
(Second one ; I don't usually write with rhyming couplets)
we can iluminate the darkest paths to heaven
those memories you cost,
the nights that you forever lost,
are ones in which you remain to be seen.
so as nights turn to dust,
and the rivers of color rust,
the days will go by as you decease.
but don't despair my lover,
for your no longer the problem,
of disatisfaction at its best.
the weakening of you,
the strength that i impose,
of eternal revolutions to the rights of living.
these miracles of the past and seductions for now..
so don't be the one to set me free,
it's no longer the job for you nor me.
there's a light at the end of the road,
the one in which you've always been told,
but don't despair my lover,
it's not longer your problem,
'cause you see,
you mean nothing, nothing, nothing to me.