Unhappy Refrain Singable LyricShotgun and telecaster,Unhappy Refrain Singable Lyric3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The words aligned how unhappy.
All alone in the city at night,
You hate the sound of a gunshot right?
Breaking with this voice of mine,
Wasted so much of my time.
Just as you've fallen into to my hands,
I can't let you go; that I understand.
The one-man live act was a hit,
In my head it's like a girly comic.
Even though we're out of bullets,
There's still time to table-flip.
Everything's going our way
And we pick them of as I say;
'To these old lives I bid bye-bye!'
I'll be looking to the future, right?
Spinning myself just looking for mistakes,
Teaching myself even as it breaks.
I'm not lonely, oh no! (Oh no)
That so? (That so) That so? (That so) That's so.
So is it, so is it, so is it lucky?
Still spinning round on the 39th loop.
So is it, so is it, well is it happy?
I don't understand what should be understood!
The sounds that still echo around in my head,
I can't even tell where they begin or end.
Those words? Those words! They weren't important!
But it seem
.: I Have A Voice :."I have a voice.".: I Have A Voice :.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Then use it."
Why can't I use it?
Why was I given a voice without instructions on how to use it?
When is it necessary?
Who do I speak to?
Why is it crucial to my existence?
"I have a voice."
"Writing letters and using text messages doesn't count."
How does that not count?
You have a hard copy of what I want to say.
And you can reflect on it easier than trying to recall what I said.
I don't understand how it's any different.
You can read it and act upon it.
"I have a voice."
"Sure you do, but you're not a part of this, so your 'voice' doesn't matter."
Do I even have a voice anymore?
Slipping away...Slipping away...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Most of my life can best be explained with a metaphor.
I'm on a cliff, and I'm hanging on.
The whole time I'm wondering "Maybe I should let go...maybe it would be better if I did."
But no matter how much I want to, I can't.
My hands are glued to the rocks that hold me up.
I struggle to get free, I struggle to get down.
I'll beg "Please, just let me down."
But even though I can't get down, I can never get fully up.
I'll put all of my strength into my arms, and pull, but I'm never on the safety of the cliff.
I'm always half on and half off.
People try and help, but no one is strong enough to pull me down, or pick me up.
No one is strong enough to make me give up, but no one is strong enough to make me keep going.
Well...Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat.Well...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A fat, ugly person.
Well, you fit in with the crowd. You must be a fake.
A fake wannabe.
Well, you're happy. What are you hiding?
You've got to be hiding something.
Well, you're sad. You must be emo.
An emo attention seeker.
Well, you're popular. So you must be a jerk.
Why would anyone like you in the first place?
Well, you're quiet. You must be a nobody.
Nobody at all.
Well, you're you.
What else could go wrong?
How are you?"Hey! How are you?"How are you?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Frozen to the core,
Ready to cry some more,
Life is just rushed...
In so much pain,
Life has no gain,
Not good enough,
Life is just so rough,
No one could care less,
Sorry for complaining so much,
Sorry for being selfish and such,
"I'm fine, thanks for asking! And how are you?"
Ode to PrinterOh printer,Ode to Printer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish that
He stares at
He looks at
You as though
You will begin
To speak to him
(Though I doubt
You share a common
He comes running
As you begin to
Paper in and spitting
It out as you
Ink words and images
(As though what he
Needs is being printed,
And he needs to grab it
Before anyone sees.)
Cease and Desist,
Your siren calls,
Of being an oracle.
Cease and Desist
Release my cat.
StreetsideStreetside3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it trembles, a
crooked form caught
in a black sea,
stagnant now the
still waters rumble
with the passing of cars and
unmoving eyes, casting deep
shadows over its
it croaks, a feathery wing outstretched,
a mouth, wide open
unable to utter a single
Unhappy Refrain Tagalog WIPUNHAPPY REFRAINUnhappy Refrain Tagalog WIP3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Isang baril at isang mamamahayag, (Shotgun and a Telecaster,)
Pumila ang mga alita, kalungkot-lungkot naman (Words alinged, how unhappy.)
Habang mag-isa ka sa syudad, (All alone in the city,)
Kinaiisan mo ang bawat putok ng baril, 'no? (You hate the sound of a gunshot, don't you?)
Ang boses ko'y namaos na sa kaka-kanta, (The sound of my singing breaking apart,)
Tila'y nagsayang lang ako ng oras (It wasted so much of my time.)
Ngayong ikaw ay nasa akin na, (With you falling in my hands,)
Hinding-hindi na kita papakawalan pa (I cannot dare let you go.)
"Patok ang one-man show natin!" ("One-man live performance was a hit!")
Kahit ba parang madrama lahat sa isip ko (In my head, it's just like a girly comic book.)
Ngayong naubos na lahat ng bala, (Now that the ammo has run out,)
Ngayon na ang panahon para talikuran ang lahat (There's the chance to turn ourselves around.)
Lahat ng nangyayari'y umaayon sa atin, (Everything's working greatly to our convenience,)
.:Who I Am:.They called me ugly.:Who I Am:.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so i put on makeup
in the hopes that one day
i might be beautiful
They said i was fat
so i stopped eating
in the hopes that my waist would shrink
and Their hearts would grow
They told me i was weird
so i tried to change myself
distancing me from the girl
i have known my whole life
They told me i didn't deserve life
so i began to hurt myself
in the hopes that somebody would see
that i'm in pain
and that i would become worthy
i took Their scorn
and i tried my best
to become the person
They said I'd never be
but yet in the end
i failed tragically
hating the fact that i'm
who i am
They told me i should die
so one day i finally decided
i'd try to grant Their last wish
to finally get something right
but now i see
that I am worth something
That their words
Are nothing on me
From now on I'll only be
What I was meant to be
And I won't change
For anybody anymore
they will not control my life
I will not let them dictate
my thoughts or my actions
because I will not stoop down a
Dead End AlleyDead End AlleyDead End Alley1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I go and go trying to be a good man
But everywhere I have to fear what is at hand
As my life ticks away I stare into the dark
My love for my comrades is strong
With my friends by my side I hope I make my mark
I hope I will live long
I stare into the end of the road
I had only wished I had known
How my life would be
So I could be a better me
As though life is jolly and good
In truth it is hard to have the mood
knowing that you came so close
to losing what you loved most
You said....You told me “friends forever”,You said....4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
More like ‘friends for now’,
As your sweet promises
Were just lies I allowed.
You said “we are best friends”,
More like ‘friends at best’,
As your solid affirmations
Were all digressed.
You told me “I need you”
More like ‘you need me’
As your statements
Were my last plea.
Why did you go?
Why did you leave?
I’m left here all alone
Trying, in us, to believe.
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down
But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?
Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and stru
Rolling GirlRolling GirlRolling Girl2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Is always in a dream
That will never come true.
There's so much noise
Inside her little head.
She scratches it around,
She Scratches it around.
The word comes out
Did she lose
She had to say?
It's a mistake,
What a mistake,
If it ends up
To be another puzzle
She rolls again!
One more time,
One more time
"I will be
Rolling again today"
And the girl says,
The girl says
As she orchestrated
In her spoken words.
"Are you done yet?"
"Not done yet.
The future is still
So far away
So I stop
My breath now."
To her end,
Beyond the color
She can't reach.
Those overlapping voices
In the air,
She mixes them
She mixes them
The word comes out
She lost the words
That she had to say.
"What should I do
To make it right?
No matter how
The mistakes are made,
The slope is
Tempting me to
Roll on it again."
GrowGrow like a flower.Grow4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Watching the days go by
To become me
MemoriesThe wagonMemories1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I start my long journey with a lone wagon, only with the help of my family to get me started and I go alone into the world. As I go I meet people, let them ride, let them pick up souvenirs and hold their luggage.
As time goes by they either get to their stop or want off the wagon, but they always leave their luggage and memories behind. As more people get off the wagon wears down from the weight of the memories and luggage.
It gets harder to let people on as the wagon has so much already on it. The wagon gets worn down as I do. Growing slower from the memories of people past make the wheels grind from the weight and slows.
People try to get rid of the old luggage and memories but they always return. The more that get off the wagon the harder it is to get where I'm going.
People come…. People go….. but the memories are always within the very wood of the wagon……
I'm the type...to try and smile when they're gunning me down andI'm the type...5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I won't tell you until I'm full of empty shells that
the world wasn't built on land but on
a lack of better term for human desire for satisfaction that does not exist.
To be optimistic when one's soul is a realist but
it doesn't matter how many petals you count because
the last draw will always end with a dead end that
takes you to a new beginning where at first you feel..
this is it. And I'm going to make this my
home.. If not for the eyes that prey on your identity while perched on
trees that take root on ground made of greed and
Is happiness a paradoxical conspiracy that finds salvation in the dreaming minds of those awake. Or perhaps just
something I have only caressed but never tasted to
Is suffering that which is beyond the first dream that
we all awaken to after sleeping that first sleep when
we break free of Innocence.
Or are my words not but images that you have unconsciously