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Post Your Literature 8 Replies

Here ye can post anything ye' damn well please (as far as literature goes) SongsPoemsStorisNovelsRhymesLimericksetc.Continue

Tags: literature, poems, sonnets, songs

Started by sean harper. Last reply by Hell Betty Jul 13, 2011.

My sweet,Sweet Lady in Red- Bootz

My Sweet ,Sweet Lady in Red. By: Patricia Manyose    I threw my boots up on the table. I downed the last bit of whiskey at the bottom of that cold bottle.  I looked out the window into the streets of…Continue

Started by Hell Betty Mar 18, 2011.

Links, Resourses For Songwriting

Some good bits for writing and related things... Songwriting:…Continue

Tags: Rhymes, Songwriting

Started by sean harper Mar 6, 2010.

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Comment by UnityFreedomAnarchy on January 29, 2014 at 12:55pm

If anyone likes punk based literature, check out my tumblr and stalk it (quite a bit) I've been posting a story I wrote in sections for about a month now x)

Comment by Fivel. on June 17, 2011 at 3:45pm
Gotta agree with Paige. haha
Comment by DJ TRoLL on October 4, 2010 at 10:52pm
I'm a rock journalist and filmmaker! I have an interview with Doyle from the Misfits on my page! To all you other writers, feel free to check out my page and send me comments and friend adds!

Comment by Paige (booker) on June 27, 2010 at 5:18pm
i like how you use Eugene as this photo.
Comment by Ezekielpoop on June 4, 2010 at 3:48pm
we're never coming home,
we'll always be at war
an army of occupation
a nation based on militarism
what more should we expect?
To stay strong we must fight,
to remain at the top we must kill,
but at what cost do we gain our freedom?
Who dies so we can dine?
Who suffers while we walk free?
The great country of America is nothing but a bully
the same as any other dominant nation.
But is this the only way we can remain prosperous?
Is this the only way we can survive?
To be ruthless, cunning, and murderous?
Is this what to be great really means?
to walk free while a dozen children die?
to stay strong we must fight,
to remain at the top we must kill,
but at what cost do we gain our freedom?
Does anyone even care?
Will the bloody trench war ever stop?
Devastation, and sorrow all around,
None of this will ever end,
unless all of us do something.
Comment by Ezekielpoop on June 4, 2010 at 3:47pm
I wrote this song while crying drunk at a bus stop.

Crying drunk on a bench,
Life can be such a bitch,
not knowing what the fuck to do.
Feeling stupid,
Wanting to light my insides on fire,
I feel so stupid and so lonely.
Random guy comes over to me and asks,
"Why the tears?"
And I attempt to gargle out words amidst the sobs
"He fucken bailed on me,"
He looks confused and asks, "Who?"
I tell him, "The fucking bastard I love"
As he shakes his head he says,
"It gets easier as you age,
Try not caring so much,
it may just save your soul,
and take my jacket,
stop shivering."
That shit made me cry even more,
Cause It reminded me of you.
You fucken bastard,
How could you?
Maybe this is too literal,
maybe it won't make a great song.
Oh well,
Nobody cares anyways,
Especially not you.
Fucken bastard.
Fucken bastard.
Get shot in the face,
I'm tired of crying,
I'm tired of drinking myself to sleep.
But I won't stop,
I already know,
Tell the goosebumps to go away,
I'm freezing.
And as lame as I am I still wanna cuddle with you,
and I can't believe I was about to leave,
To be with you!
"It gets easier as you age,
Try not caring so much,
it may just save your soul,"

I'm pretty much over what happened, and the reason I was crying, but I thought it was decent.
Comment by sean harper on June 4, 2010 at 6:36am
its not exactly a song or any thing, nor poetry

Ah yes
All the fucking same

"Long walks on the beach", do you have any idea how many peoples self assesments follow the same un-creative itenerary?

There is so little that is out there, Gogol Bordello is one of the only modern examples that come to mind of being self expressive and unique. Iggy Pop way back when, Black Flag when they first appeared perhapse.
That Manson guy is a good example, but in a bad way haha

I want to see a fucking angsty, angry, intense, in your fucking face bastard in front of everyone, fucking yelling and fucking screaming, obscenities, truths, realities, ideas, painting pictures no other could dream of even imagining, for the people watching, observing. an image to live, to change, to explore, to make, to destroy, do what you will

Fuck that, watching something is one thing, its off to the side
Living it is better

I want to fucking feel it, not just see it
To taste it, not just smell it
Fuck it, not just think about it
Fucking scream it, not just listen to it

Fuck your limits and side lines, you think i should have the same? Fucking look at you, what the fuck do you have? Besides limits and boundaries that shall nae be crossed? Your achievements? The ones you barely achieved because everything's so fucking hard and hopeless? What about those dreams? You know, those ones you lost when you where a young teen and you decided pity fucking yourself in a dark corner was better than growing some fucking balls.
You fuckre, go pity fuck yourself you pathetic little shite, I'll be writing songs and hollering obscenities at passing fuck offs like you while i break guitar strings and try not to let little self righteous kunts like yourself get me down

Enjoy your "career" with a future
My future's going to be one i want
At least i'll be fucking trying

tell tat tae ye'r dah
Comment by Ezekielpoop on May 24, 2010 at 11:24am
Thank you! And yours are quite lovely!
Comment by sean harper on May 23, 2010 at 1:39am
I particularly dig teh last one, touche' lassy
Comment by Ezekielpoop on May 21, 2010 at 12:56pm
And i finally transferred some of my writings from pen to keyboard. Critic is welcome.

Bullets, Guns,
angry killers, thugs,
kids running off,
hoping for something better,
ha, fuck em.
Watch and laugh, cause
it's never gonna come,
'cause no one's gonna change.
Bureaucrat's love their lazy selfish ways.
Never-mind 'bout tomorrow,
Who cares about;
the kids?
The poor?
The Lonely?
it's never gonna come,
'cause no one's gonna change.
People love their lazy selfish ways.
Fucken bastards.
Laugh at the people,
without us, they wouldn't have shit.
That house on the hill,
we built it.
The fucken ford?
We built it.
That wig you wear?
Some girl cut off her hair.
That catchy pop song?
We laugh at it.
Revolution? Revolution?
A wish only a child could believe in.
fuck it. It didn't come before, it's not coming after.
Hope for something better.
I'll just sit and laugh,
It's never gonna come,
Cause no one's ever gonna change,
Ladies and their fancy noses,
they aren't tired of the killing, the hatred.
It's their investment
people love their lazy selfish ways,
toxify the air,
We are all human,
but no one cares.
Ha. Fuck it.

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