writers, your best piece of work!

[Koronna]

post your best piece of written work here to share, either for the expression, the use of langauge, or the meaning.
mine: Stone Baits. grammitcally deficient, yes, doesn't make sense to outsiders, yes, sounds like bs, yes, yet I can't express my feelings when I wrote this and the extravagence of the language...for those non-thesarusers. I never completed this poem, probably because it took way too long and my feelings simply died, or just that I have emptied myself of novel and weird use of language/expression. anyway it's supposed to tell a story, a sad one, and this poem ended jsut as the climax is about to begin...

Stone Baits
Spring has arrived, in my garden of young paradise,

A fresh class peaks up, aroused beneath the thawing ice.

Budding to resurrect; for eight times they’ve died,

Fearing no thirteen winters, only from age they shall demise.


First flush of spring, greenness, lushness, and sunlight,

Vitality among soil, warmth, grass, air and delight.

Summoning tinkles of birds, enlivening aroma of nature,

Awake! My dear plants! Our union shall soon alight.


Harmony of verdure; sprouting vigorously under the Bright,

Cherry, Plum, berry shrubs, crawling greenly is Grape Vine.

Destined to be mighty Maple, waiting to prosper in time,

Delicate comely Violet, Orchid, Tulip, with beauty of youth momentarily chime.


Some germinate in ashen sandstones; grey cobbles clearly define,

Spike-balled, lean yuccas; squat, bristly agaves flower-blind.

Some thrive on unripe lawns; emerald Sallow and Woodbine,

Some dwell on lucid ponds; Lily, Lotus water refined.


Amongst myriad greens, Begonia, Gummosis and Juvenile Pine,

Stands Red Rose the Gorgeous, fast-growing, seeming fine.

By time of flourishing, all thousand blossoms’ prime,

Its fragrance and appeal, has dwelled up this vert kingdom of mine.


Ruby among all greens, core heart of this verdant sight,

Sole peal among all voices, its thorns grabbing on me tight.

“Oh master! May I scold away, those villainous bugs who bite?

Or may I water Poppy? I’m at your service, you decide.”


Unlike sour Citron or Lemon, Rose knows about polite,

Discreet to be faultless – to me he can reply.

Incessantly ardent, strenuous in every slight,

Branching out an integral, magnificent girder, centered site.

- -

Veiled in murky faint dusk, of one calm, breezy summer night,

The bright moon rounds white, in the dome, inked, sparkled sky.

Amid this beloved luxuriance, on the shimmering lime path I tranquilly lie,

Pitch-greened cicadas echoing as rain; a cool whiff dimly gliding by.


Appreciating Rose in obscurity, who waft streams, artwork than life,

Slim, knob crooked coal ivory; from spider root I admire his height.

Garneted in misty failing light, every leaf ideal and precise,

Skeletally subtle yet darkly lethal; the core, yet lonesome quite.

- -



Wandering free heavens drowsily, when swiftly rinsed, by a gentle tide,

A faultless, fluid melody, mellow tune wave; dispersing in twilight.

Winding me, as I struggle lithe notes, in breeze, those deceased tones still drift abide,

Ringing clear loops; blindly I seek, lambently around they hide.


Before those lingering, agile traces, can echo away in silence and die,

Trembling from that remote, I feel roaring billows portentously reply.

Listening up, nearer raging bellows surge, the more abysmal they seem to imply,

A howling storm of fumed passion; I can taste the acrimonious, rushing brine.


Severest instance of immense striking; terrific natural might combined;

Engulfed in mountain rollers, boisterous blizzards of sliver and slice.

Within infinite flurry resonances, there’s bitterness, and mild despite,

Resisting this tremendous air art of nature; it’s glumness, I realize.


Unknown mourn sweeping along wintry wrath, resolute arogance flaring years high;

Radical nature stain in rage tempest, fickle tinct blaze alone bizzardly kite.

Exhaling thunderous tornas, even those ground withered seem stirred up to fly,

Corresponding inmost and out; nearly frenzied, out loud I frantically cry.


No storm never fails, even if utter discontent they comprise,

As grievance, ire drains, into placid woe all mollifies.

Vast ocean uproars, disband into a single, unadulterated streamline,

Potent atmosphere turbulences, hush to let the essence solitarily ride.


When opaque fog diffuses, unclouded, brilliant golden sun shines;

After washing squall releases, sheer genuine splendor is left behind.

Astonished by sudden retreat, fleetly of gale’s modify;

Guiding straight to that distance, flows the sole strain of my life.


Athwart airy tuberose incense, mauve meadow of frail thymes,

Trailing that sinuous creek; nimble summon of euphony clime.

Wheeling unbodied ahead, a lost sonance, roving for rely;

Far finale of long quartz lane - there’s the flawed, gushing sentiment dike.

- -

Secluded from vivacious realm, desolated by calmed boundary side,

Tranquilly looming in gloom; insipid, to stillness excite.

Down deep, a serene mountain puddle, mirrorly clearing all vice;

All darkling sureal grey in haze - no unwilled penetrator shall ever suffice.


Lone island where it stands, black gold and earth form no line;

Unlit dimension backgrounds, lofty slim pillars at end of space-time.

Lull gains it energy and stature, slight swings seem movingly alive,

A copse yet single; hollows filled with bitter overflowing wine.


Forlonly wading ebon water, approaching three static spouts I dare not stride;

Jetting up eclipsed beryl columns, spurting clinging algae, moss blades of rice.

Half moonly amidst silent shade; in perfect arcs, side two incline-

Oh Trio-Bamboo our craved encounter, scenes no coincidental collide.

- (to be continued...hopefully sometime during this decade..) -

[hecter]

Should I? Should I? Hmm.... Why not? Here's my poorly written piece of crap love letter.

I dreamt about you last night. Now that isn't that big of a deal, as I dream about you every night, but this one seemed different… Better. Made me really sad when I woke up, and found out it was just a dream…

You told me you loved me, and it was the best moment of my life. Then we hugged, for what seemed like an eternity, yet it still wasn't long enough. We kissed each other. Several times. Then we went back to your place and I kissed every inch of your body. We lay down on the couch and I ran my fingers through you hair and kissed your lips, checks, neck, arms… And we were happy. We were together.

Anyways, I just thought I'd share that with you. I'll talk to you later.

[OnlyAmbrose]

A satire piece I wrote in English last year. Was supposed to be based on "A Modest Proposal", and on a subject of our choice:

A Modest Proposal

It is a fact well known amongst we Christians that those who believe in Darwin’s theory of evolution are to be damned to Hell forever and ever, Amen. Indeed, we have even gone so far as to take it upon ourselves to save God the hassle and do the all damning on our own. Why bother making God damn the damned when we can do a damned well good job of damning them by our own damn selves? For since we know that evolutionists are going to Hell, and since God knows that we know that the evolutionists are going to Hell, and since we know that God knows the we know that the evolutionists are going to Hell, it is only logical that we damn those damned Darwinists to Hell, lest God think we’re getting lazy. Damn often and damn well seems to be the motto of the pious faithful today.

Indeed, fundamentalist Christian organizations such as the esteemed Ku Klux Klan (remember to kill your daily Kike, Koon, and Katholic!) have even gone so far as to go beyond damning someone to Hell by simply repeating the oft-heard phrase “You’re going to Hell.” No, these white-clad gentlemen have taken yet another step in the godly direction by damning the Darwinists and then sending them quickly on their damned old way to their eternal destination of damnation- namely, they burn Darwinists at the stake in good ol’ Medieval fashion. This tribute to the grand old years of the Middle Ages is enough to bring a nostalgic tear to the eldest fossils of our 21st century Christian community. Just yesterday I heard a shriveled old lady with a shiny gold cross around her neck wondering aloud what ever happened to the good ol’ days of lynching those mother-ruttin’-son-of-a-bitch-goddamned Darwinists. She’d be pleased to know that in the hallowed depths of Alabama, her ideals are still held dear.

In any event, my purpose here is not to reiterate the glorious traditions of our friends in white (those traditions, of course, we Christians know and cherish), but rather to highlight them as an example of true piety, and then to go about proposing how we may improve them for the good of God’s glorification.

It is certainly well known that we, as Christ’s Elect, were chosen to preach the Word of God far and wide. Most of us do a grand job of this; damning those goddamned Darwinists with a passion. However, the true model of a fervent Christian may be seen in his erecting of a pyre upon which a Darwinist he has damned may get a taste of what it’s like to be damned to the hot place before actually getting there. Practice for damnation, if you will. Setting a Darwinist, once damned, ablaze is a true testimony to Christ’s message. A kind gentlemen of the KKK once said to me, “Why just damn him when you can melt every ounce of flesh off of his goddamn bones?”

However, in this modern day and age, it is clear to see that burnings at the stake could have a negative impact upon society. After all, in this period of global warming, adding to it the fire of the damned Darwinists will surely add up and have a terrible effect on the environment. Simply look at these numbers: There are an estimated 30 million atheists in America today, all of which are bound to be eventually burned at the stake for their Darwinist beliefs. Additionally, approximately 20% of the remaining 270 million religious in America are Katholics, a Church notorious for having, under the tyrannical rule of Pope John Paul II, accepted science as truth. This figure leaves the amount of damned individuals who must eventually be burned at a whopping 84 million. Damn.

The problem in this is apparent. In burning 84 million damned bodies, countless calories of heat would be released into the atmosphere, thus accelerating global warming and the melting of the polar ice regions by an incalculable factor. It is simply not abidable to allow this Earth which the Lord Himself created in six days be so easily destroyed by the sins of the damned. Damn those damned Darwinists! Even in their painful deaths they would see to it that all of God’s work be destroyed!

I would propose a better solution to dealing with this damned problem of the damned. It is also a fact commonly known that we are experiencing an energy crisis at the present. All of those joules of heat simply entering the atmosphere seems like such a waste! Better, I think, to utilize this heat in a clean, cost-effective manner which could power the homes of the American faithful for decades. Instead of burnings, it would be best to have freezings!

Consider the workings of your everyday household freezer. It sucks heat from the articles of food within it, and emits this heat into the air of the household. Now, imagine an gargantuan freezer near which rests a vat of water and a turbine. Piling the damned into this freezer of damnation and then sucking their heat into the aforementioned water vat would cause the vat to boil, which would then turn the turbine to generate power for miles around. The true advantage to this system is its cleanliness- unlike nuclear reactors in which waste must be transported so as not to harm the environment, frozen corpses of damned Darwinists are easy enough to dispose of- the film Snatch proposes a perfectly viable method. And I quote: “You’re always going to have a problem transporting a body in one piece. I hear the best thing to do is to cut into six smaller pieces, and pile them all together. Then, once you’ve got your six pieces, you’ve got to get rid of them right? ‘Cause it’s no good leaving them in the deep freeze for your mum to find now is it? I hear the best thing to do is to feed them to pigs. Now, the average pig will consume one pound of raw, uncooked, flesh every minute. So you’ll need six pigs to get the job done in one sitting. They go through bone like butter!” Additionally, there are no fumes to speak of- the ozone layer may remain intact.

Some wise scholars of theology may argue that death by freezing simply is not an accurate enough replication of the firey tortures the damned suffer in their realms of damnation, and therefore it is an inadequate death. However, I would beg to differ. The medieval theologian (though he is damned since he was a goddamn Katholic) Danté, in his book, The Inferno, described the 9th and deepest circle of Hell as an icy and frigid place in which those within it suffered cold unlike anything on this Earth. Though the 9th circle of Hell is believed to be reserved for traitors, The Inferno was written before the theory of evolution came about, and since it is a fact well known amongst us Christians that Darwinism is a far worse sin than treason, it is not illogical to think that perhaps a 10th circle of Hell, even colder than the 9th, was created for these damned evolutionists.

In conclusion, I can’t say that I can see any flaws in this plan. To summarize, I believe that simply damning a Darwinist to Hell or informing him of his inevitable damnation is not enough- why be like the damned Pharisees and simply stop at damning words? No, we must do God’s damning will upon Earth and send them to damnation, preferably in a manner that will mimic the damnation itself. However, traditional methods of doing so such as burning at the stake are impractical in the modern world we live in. More environmentally friendly damning methods such as refrigeration are safe and a cheap source of energy. Gone are the days of dam power plants. Now we have damn power plants.

[Fircoal]

Sorry, I don't have all of my 151 page long story typed yet. (Nor part of the squeal which is about 100. the 3rd is but it's only 23 and it's better if you read 1 first, and my newest 50 page on is also paper only. )

(Thoguh it might not be called good by some due to lack of discrition, and bad grammer.

[Hitman079]

it's in my sig

[Balsiefen]

A satire piece I wrote in English last year. Was supposed to be based on "A Modest Proposal", and on a subject of our choice:

A Modest Proposal

It is a fact well known amongst we Christians that those who believe in Darwin’s theory of evolution are to be damned to Hell forever and ever, Amen. Indeed, we have even gone so far as to take it upon ourselves to save God the hassle and do the all damning on our own. Why bother making God damn the damned when we can do a damned well good job of damning them by our own damn selves? For since we know that evolutionists are going to Hell, and since God knows that we know that the evolutionists are going to Hell, and since we know that God knows the we know that the evolutionists are going to Hell, it is only logical that we damn those damned Darwinists to Hell, lest God think we’re getting lazy. Damn often and damn well seems to be the motto of the pious faithful today.

Indeed, fundamentalist Christian organizations such as the esteemed Ku Klux Klan (remember to kill your daily Kike, Koon, and Katholic!) have even gone so far as to go beyond damning someone to Hell by simply repeating the oft-heard phrase “You’re going to Hell.” No, these white-clad gentlemen have taken yet another step in the godly direction by damning the Darwinists and then sending them quickly on their damned old way to their eternal destination of damnation- namely, they burn Darwinists at the stake in good ol’ Medieval fashion. This tribute to the grand old years of the Middle Ages is enough to bring a nostalgic tear to the eldest fossils of our 21st century Christian community. Just yesterday I heard a shriveled old lady with a shiny gold cross around her neck wondering aloud what ever happened to the good ol’ days of lynching those mother-ruttin’-son-of-a-bitch-goddamned Darwinists. She’d be pleased to know that in the hallowed depths of Alabama, her ideals are still held dear.

In any event, my purpose here is not to reiterate the glorious traditions of our friends in white (those traditions, of course, we Christians know and cherish), but rather to highlight them as an example of true piety, and then to go about proposing how we may improve them for the good of God’s glorification.

It is certainly well known that we, as Christ’s Elect, were chosen to preach the Word of God far and wide. Most of us do a grand job of this; damning those goddamned Darwinists with a passion. However, the true model of a fervent Christian may be seen in his erecting of a pyre upon which a Darwinist he has damned may get a taste of what it’s like to be damned to the hot place before actually getting there. Practice for damnation, if you will. Setting a Darwinist, once damned, ablaze is a true testimony to Christ’s message. A kind gentlemen of the KKK once said to me, “Why just damn him when you can melt every ounce of flesh off of his goddamn bones?”

However, in this modern day and age, it is clear to see that burnings at the stake could have a negative impact upon society. After all, in this period of global warming, adding to it the fire of the damned Darwinists will surely add up and have a terrible effect on the environment. Simply look at these numbers: There are an estimated 30 million atheists in America today, all of which are bound to be eventually burned at the stake for their Darwinist beliefs. Additionally, approximately 20% of the remaining 270 million religious in America are Katholics, a Church notorious for having, under the tyrannical rule of Pope John Paul II, accepted science as truth. This figure leaves the amount of damned individuals who must eventually be burned at a whopping 84 million. Damn.

The problem in this is apparent. In burning 84 million damned bodies, countless calories of heat would be released into the atmosphere, thus accelerating global warming and the melting of the polar ice regions by an incalculable factor. It is simply not abidable to allow this Earth which the Lord Himself created in six days be so easily destroyed by the sins of the damned. Damn those damned Darwinists! Even in their painful deaths they would see to it that all of God’s work be destroyed!

I would propose a better solution to dealing with this damned problem of the damned. It is also a fact commonly known that we are experiencing an energy crisis at the present. All of those joules of heat simply entering the atmosphere seems like such a waste! Better, I think, to utilize this heat in a clean, cost-effective manner which could power the homes of the American faithful for decades. Instead of burnings, it would be best to have freezings!

Consider the workings of your everyday household freezer. It sucks heat from the articles of food within it, and emits this heat into the air of the household. Now, imagine an gargantuan freezer near which rests a vat of water and a turbine. Piling the damned into this freezer of damnation and then sucking their heat into the aforementioned water vat would cause the vat to boil, which would then turn the turbine to generate power for miles around. The true advantage to this system is its cleanliness- unlike nuclear reactors in which waste must be transported so as not to harm the environment, frozen corpses of damned Darwinists are easy enough to dispose of- the film Snatch proposes a perfectly viable method. And I quote: “You’re always going to have a problem transporting a body in one piece. I hear the best thing to do is to cut into six smaller pieces, and pile them all together. Then, once you’ve got your six pieces, you’ve got to get rid of them right? ‘Cause it’s no good leaving them in the deep freeze for your mum to find now is it? I hear the best thing to do is to feed them to pigs. Now, the average pig will consume one pound of raw, uncooked, flesh every minute. So you’ll need six pigs to get the job done in one sitting. They go through bone like butter!” Additionally, there are no fumes to speak of- the ozone layer may remain intact.

Some wise scholars of theology may argue that death by freezing simply is not an accurate enough replication of the firey tortures the damned suffer in their realms of damnation, and therefore it is an inadequate death. However, I would beg to differ. The medieval theologian (though he is damned since he was a goddamn Katholic) Danté, in his book, The Inferno, described the 9th and deepest circle of Hell as an icy and frigid place in which those within it suffered cold unlike anything on this Earth. Though the 9th circle of Hell is believed to be reserved for traitors, The Inferno was written before the theory of evolution came about, and since it is a fact well known amongst us Christians that Darwinism is a far worse sin than treason, it is not illogical to think that perhaps a 10th circle of Hell, even colder than the 9th, was created for these damned evolutionists.

In conclusion, I can’t say that I can see any flaws in this plan. To summarize, I believe that simply damning a Darwinist to Hell or informing him of his inevitable damnation is not enough- why be like the damned Pharisees and simply stop at damning words? No, we must do God’s damning will upon Earth and send them to damnation, preferably in a manner that will mimic the damnation itself. However, traditional methods of doing so such as burning at the stake are impractical in the modern world we live in. More environmentally friendly damning methods such as refrigeration are safe and a cheap source of energy. Gone are the days of dam power plants. Now we have damn power plants.

lol
how did that one go down?

[Skittles!]

Oh. Oh! I wrote this in English just the other day. We had a picture of a boy holding a grenade in a public park, and we had a caption, which was:
"From an early age I learned to grow up in Toukley". Toukley is a town just north of where I live, and normally there isn't boys holding grenades in public parks, so I dono how the teacher got that caption.

The only thing that's whole is the grenade I now hold in my hand, and that's because from an early age, I learned to grow up in Toukley. Toukley has made me stop believing, stop hoping, stop breathing on the inside. My head is a hollow case which got filled with doubtful thoughts and depressing lies. It's like a hallway filled with ghosts.

And this is because, from an early age, I learned how to grow up in Toukley. Walking in the park, being stared at by strangers, steeling my thoughts from their haunted eyes and gasping faces. What are they? Afraid that their community could be pierced by the sub of a small boy and a grenade? It should of been foreseen, as anything can happen in Toukley.

As I see them run away, it reminds me of all the friend's that I have passed and moved on from. It does not hurt me, for I have already been hurt enough in Toukley to care.

There's only me, my grenade, and the empty hallway filled with ghosts.
Why is this? It's because from an early age, I learned to grow up in Toukley

END! One of my friend's wrote it and she said it's really weird.

Swap Toukley with another word, that's how I feel. Mmm. Welcome to my mind.

[Norse]

I've written a shite load of songs before, music and all...

Here is one of my cheesier samples, imagine a slow, accoustic folky-soft rock rhythm, with a southern, gargling voice barking out these lyrics...

I've undressed many a lady to this tune alone....before getting uber-romantic with my love-hammer.

Verse 1
Her lips smile through her heartache, of past forgotten
Her eye's so deep, the windows to her secrets lost
And I know she feels her strains
But her grace just shine's on through
But it's OK, it's gonna be fine

Bridge
I just wanna say my feelin's for you
and you look beautiful tonight
I just wanna say my feelin's for you
and you look beautiful tonight

Verse 2
She'll caress my pain when I'm feelin' down and ill
She''l be my soul healer, when my heart is tattered and torn
When I see her face, I know she'll keep me safe
I'll give you anything my girl
My spirit, my soul, my faith

Bridge 2
You'll never know, my love so strong
My sweet, lost angel
You'll never know, my love so strong
My sweet, lost angel

Chorus
When you're flyin' high up an' you're feelin' lost 'n' lonely
When life is gettin' on top of you
Just Know I'll be thinkin' of you, and I'll catch you if you fall
with my palms, softly an' true
Today I saw an angel, my sweet, lost angel
Today I saw an angel, my sweet, lost angel

[Insert super-dooper accoustic solo]

[Repeat Bridge 2 and chorus]

[unriggable]

Balsiefen, A Modest Proposal is a proposal about eating babies as a form of nutrition.

[Norse]

Should I? Should I? Hmm.... Why not? Here's my poorly written piece of crap love letter.

I dreamt about you last night. Now that isn't that big of a deal, as I dream about you every night, but this one seemed different… Better. Made me really sad when I woke up, and found out it was just a dream…

You told me you loved me, and it was the best moment of my life. Then we hugged, for what seemed like an eternity, yet it still wasn't long enough. We kissed each other. Several times. Then we went back to your place and I kissed every inch of your body. We lay down on the couch and I ran my fingers through you hair and kissed your lips, checks, neck, arms… And we were happy. We were together.

Anyways, I just thought I'd share that with you. I'll talk to you later.

Hecter...is there something that you would like to tell me? I received no such letter....

[Norse]

Oh. Oh! I wrote this in English just the other day. We had a picture of a boy holding a grenade in a public park, and we had a caption, which was:
"From an early age I learned to grow up in Toukley". Toukley is a town just north of where I live, and normally there isn't boys holding grenades in public parks, so I dono how the teacher got that caption.

The only thing that's whole is the grenade I now hold in my hand, and that's because from an early age, I learned to grow up in Toukley. Toukley has made me stop believing, stop hoping, stop breathing on the inside. My head is a hollow case which got filled with doubtful thoughts and depressing lies. It's like a hallway filled with ghosts.

And this is because, from an early age, I learned how to grow up in Toukley. Walking in the park, being stared at by strangers, steeling my thoughts from their haunted eyes and gasping faces. What are they? Afraid that their community could be pierced by the sub of a small boy and a grenade? It should of been foreseen, as anything can happen in Toukley.

As I see them run away, it reminds me of all the friend's that I have passed and moved on from. It does not hurt me, for I have already been hurt enough in Toukley to care.

There's only me, my grenade, and the empty hallway filled with ghosts.
Why is this? It's because from an early age, I learned to grow up in Toukley

END! One of my friend's wrote it and she said it's really weird.

Swap Toukley with another word, that's how I feel. Mmm. Welcome to my mind.

Toukley = "an area where children run around with grenades"

[muy_thaiguy]

(Song that I am still working on)
The Curse of Hell

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! (Repeat once more)

You can run and hide, you can take sin into your stride,
You can do what you like, you can jump and strike,
Just remeber that, when you die, you will pay for your sins, with Hell in the Afterlife!

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! (Repeat once more)

Live a carefree life, don't mind anyone's strife,
Deny Him all you can, You'll get a burn not a tan,
When you got to Hell, the day you die, it's when you will see, that Hell should not be taken so lightly!

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! (Repeat once more)

(Awesome guitar solo here)

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out!

(low an quiet, but understandable)
You have been warned...

[Norse]

Muy_thaiguy and onlyambrose would make a good duo.

[hecter]

Should I? Should I? Hmm.... Why not? Here's my poorly written piece of crap love letter.

I dreamt about you last night. Now that isn't that big of a deal, as I dream about you every night, but this one seemed different… Better. Made me really sad when I woke up, and found out it was just a dream…

You told me you loved me, and it was the best moment of my life. Then we hugged, for what seemed like an eternity, yet it still wasn't long enough. We kissed each other. Several times. Then we went back to your place and I kissed every inch of your body. We lay down on the couch and I ran my fingers through you hair and kissed your lips, checks, neck, arms… And we were happy. We were together.

Anyways, I just thought I'd share that with you. I'll talk to you later.

Hecter...is there something that you would like to tell me? I received no such letter....

There were other before you babe...

[Norse]

There were other before you babe...

Well, it was actually quite a heart warming peice of writing.

Can I ask, what was the reply?

[heavycola]

(Song that I am still working on)
The Curse of Hell

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! (Repeat once more)

You can run and hide, you can take sin into your stride,
You can do what you like, you can jump and strike,
Just remeber that, when you die, you will pay for your sins, with Hell in the Afterlife!

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! (Repeat once more)

Live a carefree life, don't mind anyone's strife,
Deny Him all you can, You'll get a burn not a tan,
When you got to Hell, the day you die, it's when you will see, that Hell should not be taken so lightly!

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! (Repeat once more)

(Awesome guitar solo here)

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out!

(low an quiet, but understandable)
You have been warned...

here's a song that I have been working on:


Go to hell, it's more fun there
Everyone plays kickass guitar and has long hair
Jimi is there, Bill Hicks too
And shortly, the rest of So Solid Crew

So go and have fun; shag, get high and drink
Just don't let these killjoys tell you how to think.
There's no sky-livin' beardie who only talks through
Some perv in a pulpit while you freeze on a pew...
Just billions of humans all trying to get by
So be nice, have fun, and ignore all the lies.

(fade out.)

[Skittles!]

(Song that I am still working on)
The Curse of Hell

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! (Repeat once more)

You can run and hide, you can take sin into your stride,
You can do what you like, you can jump and strike,
Just remeber that, when you die, you will pay for your sins, with Hell in the Afterlife!

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! (Repeat once more)

Live a carefree life, don't mind anyone's strife,
Deny Him all you can, You'll get a burn not a tan,
When you got to Hell, the day you die, it's when you will see, that Hell should not be taken so lightly!

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! (Repeat once more)

(Awesome guitar solo here)

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out!

(low an quiet, but understandable)
You have been warned...

Woo! Christian propaganda!

[Norse]

Brand new job! (to the tune of "I gotta brand new combine-harvester")

(sing along to my song, whilst listening to this music...The wurzels)

Verse 1
I got a smashing new job at the council last week (no way no way!)
It ain't that well paid, but it lets me bleat!
The 37 hours, whilst I sip my lemon-tea
Isn't that far off from my sociology degree!

Chorus
Well I got a brand new chomsky manual, and a che guevara Top
The public, oh I must protect them, with my welfare-leeching job
The civil service commision, let them show you the way
For, you can't think without us, we are growing every day.

Verse 2
I despise small businesses and entrepenuers (more tax! more tax!)
I wanna create a world, where we all live in communes
Those capitalistic fascists, driving in their 4 x 4's
When poor and lazy idle gits, are pimped out as whores!

Chorus
Well I got a brand new chomsky manual, and a che guevara Top
The public, oh I must protect them, with my welfare-leeching job
The civil service commision, let them show you the way
For, you can't think without us, we are growing every day.

Verse 3
The welfare state protects the down-trodden all the same (hand outs! hand outs!)
We crushed their industry, but won't take the blame
But let's just subsidise them, so they don't need a job
And import johnny foreigner, cos he'll work for 20 bob

Chorus
Well I got a brand new chomsky manual, and a che guevara Top
The public, oh I must protect them, with my welfare-leeching job
The civil service commision, let them show you the way
For, you can't think without us, we are growing every day.

[muy_thaiguy]

(Song that I am still working on)
The Curse of Hell

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! (Repeat once more)

You can run and hide, you can take sin into your stride,
You can do what you like, you can jump and strike,
Just remeber that, when you die, you will pay for your sins, with Hell in the Afterlife!

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! (Repeat once more)

Live a carefree life, don't mind anyone's strife,
Deny Him all you can, You'll get a burn not a tan,
When you got to Hell, the day you die, it's when you will see, that Hell should not be taken so lightly!

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! (Repeat once more)

(Awesome guitar solo here)

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out!

(low an quiet, but understandable)
You have been warned...

Woo! Christian propaganda!

Funny thing is though, it's supposed to be Christian Metal/Hard Rock

[Fircoal]

(Song that I am still working on)
The Curse of Hell

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! (Repeat once more)

You can run and hide, you can take sin into your stride,
You can do what you like, you can jump and strike,
Just remeber that, when you die, you will pay for your sins, with Hell in the Afterlife!

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! (Repeat once more)

Live a carefree life, don't mind anyone's strife,
Deny Him all you can, You'll get a burn not a tan,
When you got to Hell, the day you die, it's when you will see, that Hell should not be taken so lightly!

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! (Repeat once more)

(Awesome guitar solo here)

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out!

(low an quiet, but understandable)
You have been warned...

Woo! Christian propaganda!

Funny thing is though, it's supposed to be Christian Metal/Hard Rock

why make it have a meaning, when I create lyrics for my songs, half of them have no meaning and a ton of them are random trash.

[muy_thaiguy]

(Song that I am still working on)
The Curse of Hell

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! (Repeat once more)

You can run and hide, you can take sin into your stride,
You can do what you like, you can jump and strike,
Just remeber that, when you die, you will pay for your sins, with Hell in the Afterlife!

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! (Repeat once more)

Live a carefree life, don't mind anyone's strife,
Deny Him all you can, You'll get a burn not a tan,
When you got to Hell, the day you die, it's when you will see, that Hell should not be taken so lightly!

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! (Repeat once more)

(Awesome guitar solo here)

Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out! Hell is at your door, Hell is at your side, It will let you in, But never let you out!

(low an quiet, but understandable)
You have been warned...

Woo! Christian propaganda!

Funny thing is though, it's supposed to be Christian Metal/Hard Rock

why make it have a meaning, when I create lyrics for my songs, half of them have no meaning and a ton of them are random trash.

Because I have a brain.

[Norse]

Seriously though...you lot are no music writers...Im the certified fuckin daddy of the 4-track.

Oh the songs i've written..

[muy_thaiguy]

Seriously though...you lot are no music writers...Im the certified fuckin daddy of the 4-track.

Oh the songs i've written..

Then burned, then written again, then burned again, etc...

[Skittles!]

why make it have a meaning, when I create lyrics for my songs, half of them have no meaning and a ton of them are random trash.

Well.. They're not very good now, are they?

[The1exile]

I couldn't say what my best is (as most of my best I don't currently have access to anyway) but here's something I wrote while on the bus one morning.

Revulsion running through my frame,
Clawing at this mortal shell,
I rend the flesh from bone,
And peel this skin, this youthful Zest,
To throw away like excrement.
Finally reaching the core,
Reach out, grasp the filthy,
Corrupt, raw yet pulsing heart,
And with screams of purest agony,
Scrape the cankered filth away.