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Re: The Creative Writing Thread
« Reply #45 on: June 16, 2011, 08:34:57 PM »
Miss Mother Nature & Sir Grandfather Thyme
By Michael Murphy

long before days where made out of weeks ...
lived a family with wisdom and love mixed with grief
they had a big lake where the moon 'd always shine
her name Mother Nature ..his Grandfather Thyme
they lived there for ages ..at the end of the street
and they had seven children named days of the week

Monday was oldest and concidered a beast
out of all of the children ..Mondays liked least
he'd grumble and snicker behind everyones back
always in trouble ..they'd cut him no slack

Tuesday was quiet ..he read all time time
if you where not careful ,Tuesday'd pass you right by
always took notes and always behaved
never told jokes and he hated the rain

Wenesday was funny and considered big boned
he loved eating apples and accaisionally roam
with a really big belly and super small feet
he'd sometimes fall over and roll down the street

Thursday was charming , exquisite and sweet
she had a beautiful smile in between rosey cheeks
georgous brown hair that came down to her knees
she'd dance in the rain, she would sing from the trees

Friday was liked by each person he knew
he wore blue sunglasses and never wore shoes
he threw the best parties and played the best games
he'd never say sorry for he's never to blame

Saturday's different then all of the rest
a little bit lasy but still loved none the less
he loved to write stories and sing us new songs
that were so very catchy  you would all sing along

Sunday she's special and so beautifully devine
she'd act like a princess for most of the time
she'd look in the mirror and brush her hair for hours
her looks may be sweet but the rest of her's sour

they all live together with love in thier heart
there's absolutely nothing that'd tear them apart
all was as normal as normal could be
until that one day where it'd change suddenly.....
(To be continued)


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Re: The Creative Writing Thread
« Reply #46 on: June 17, 2011, 12:42:51 AM »
Night Mare
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Love is an illusion ..such a delusional idea
it makes to blind to all the lies that used to be so clear
I come to this conclusion ... that this world is so nieve
we throw away our better judgements for something to believe
God she has no feeling ...no empathy for dispair
so don't believe in anything the answers crystal clear

I'll tie my heart up to this pole ..I'll throw away the key
I rather no one using it for my heart is prone to bleed
and now I question anything and all I hear are lies.. (that are)
illuminating fantisies n' I am not surprised
that we all stay up late at night just dreaming of the day
when we get the chance for happiness then watch it ripped away
just like the times when we are dreaming of the perfect autumns night
then the skies turn red ,the rain to blood fucking open up your eyes

Hate is my salvation  It saves me from myself
hates the only thing that works for me when I'm stabbed by someone else
My heart its on vacation for it's worked itself to death
giving all to someone else my heart has nothing left
God she isn't human shes a pain inducing fiend
she fucked me up from head to toe and the places inbetween

so I lock my soul up in this cage as I fill it up with rage (for it's)
the only way to motivate the life thats left in me
and now the answers haunting me like a voice inside my head
as the whole damn world is taunting me but I have nothing left
so go ahead and bury me  but if it's just to much to bear
then burn me down to ash and bone cause I don't fucking care
"cause my souls's already given up and my heart is beating slow
my memories still haunting me everywhere I go (it's like)
running from the nightmarejust to trip into a dream
then you wake up to the sickened truth that nothings what it seems(it's like)
spending every single day believing you're loved indeed
then you remember that its all a trap.. some disillusioned dream

M.Murphy
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« Last Edit: June 17, 2011, 12:46:09 AM by Murph »
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Re: The Creative Writing Thread
« Reply #47 on: June 17, 2011, 06:55:03 AM »
You're good :thumbsup:

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Re: The Creative Writing Thread
« Reply #48 on: November 15, 2011, 05:56:45 AM »
Sacrifice
By Michael Murphy

If there could be some way.. To wash your pain away..
I'd cry a thousand nights.. To make it all alright..
I'd take your battered heart.. Give you a brand new start..
Take pieces of my own.. To patch up all the holes...

I'd take your pain from you.. I've nothing left to lose..
I'll bury it inside.. If it made you feel alright..
I'll do just anything.. To hear your smile sing..
For it has hurt me so.. To feel you ache alone..

I'll trade you all your sadness..
your stress and all your madness..
I'd wear it proud to know that you were free of all your burdens..

I'd endure years of beatings..
lay scorn alone and bleeding..
If it would heal the heartache that you deal with when your hurtin'..

If there should come a time.. Where I could heal your mind..
I'd walk a thousand miles.. To see your loved ones smile..
I'll sacrifice my life.. If yours would mend tonight..
I'd do just anything.. Would not regret a thing..

I'll take your pain in stride.. and hold it all inside..
Your painful memories.. I'd wear them on my sleeve..
I'd fix your broken heart.. if i had to pieces mine apart..
Dear I would sell my soul.. For you id let it go...

I'll trade you all your sadness..
Your sickness and your madness..
I'd never sleep again if you could dream each night content..

I'd endure years of beating..
Lay battered, bruised and bleeding..
If it took the pain away from a lifetime laced with calas torment.

If there would be some way.. to wash your scars away..
I'd cry a thousand nights.. To make it all alright..
I would take my own life.. If yours would be alright..
I'd take your pain and die...
"I won't be told anymore...."
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Re: The Creative Writing Thread
« Reply #49 on: November 15, 2011, 08:06:05 AM »
No offence meant but this sounds a bit gay and unreal but I'm not an expert on poetry. Otherwise it's very well written :thumbsup:

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Re: The Creative Writing Thread
« Reply #50 on: November 15, 2011, 08:20:59 AM »
When I wake up I need to poo
And as I do I think of you

Plop plop plop ooh
ah ah ah
doing a poo in the morning

I light my smoke yeah
I unwrap my sandwhich

Baby plop plop plop
Yeah
« Last Edit: November 15, 2011, 08:22:45 AM by abaraxas »
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Re: The Creative Writing Thread
« Reply #51 on: November 15, 2011, 08:48:31 AM »
No offence meant but this sounds a bit gay and unreal but I'm not an expert on poetry. Otherwise it's very well written :thumbsup:
gay... well perceptions a mother fucker I guess ... unreal yeah of course ... I wrote it .. towards a girl who I care quite deeply for and is very sick ... she calls me at nights sometimes cring because of headaches that doctors cant fix amounst other past emotional hurts as well ... so yeah as unreal as it may be ...there are times where I would do anything to take away her pain ... I do appreciate the last part of your statement... and highly appreciate your time reading it ... thank you
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Re: The Creative Writing Thread
« Reply #52 on: November 15, 2011, 09:15:20 AM »
I was talking in general again without knowing you or the story behind the poetry. Once again in general and as an outsider, I think your piece represents what a woman wants to hear and the piece in the post above yours, without being a gem, represents realistically the actual male thinking.

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Re: The Creative Writing Thread
« Reply #53 on: December 10, 2011, 05:56:48 PM »
The bitter-sweet and sour taste of truth

Written by Mike Murphy

The world is caving in.. Ice is getting thin
Lost the will to play the game before the game begins..
The nieve will wonder why... Praying to the skies..
As the gods will slay in vain and spill the blood for shattered lives..
The rich will sell thiers souls for a false sense of control..
As the poor shovels deeper into a never ending hole..
The leaders sell us lies.. Along with wool for all our eyes..
Then slap us on the wrists whenever someones asking why?
The end is drawing near.. Such dispair within the air..
As ignorance and arrogance is mixed with shame and fear..
In a world thats so perverse.. Prosperity moving in reverse..
You can pretend it will get better when its truly getting worse..
Some will built an arc.. And leave thier loved ones in the dark..
In a world diseased in hatred demons yearn to leave thier mark..
The wells are running dry.. Tears are swelling in our eyes..
The hourglass is empty for we pissed away our time..
Past the piont of turning back.. Watch the skies they turn to black..
As we sit apon our hands and await fates immediate attack..
We were all warned long before.. The wave would devistate ours shores..
Yet we all just play the victim like a violated whore..
The end is drawing near.. The taste of death is in the air..
As we choke apon regrets of squandered moments though the years
"I won't be told anymore...."
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Re: The Creative Writing Thread
« Reply #54 on: December 11, 2011, 07:53:31 AM »
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Re: The Creative Writing Thread
« Reply #55 on: September 25, 2012, 11:46:57 PM »
I have been given an itch
By an ugly 1st year bitch
She said was clean
Her teeth they did gleam
SO I BELIEVED HER

'You won't get the clap' said she
Then giggled with a tee hee hee,
I got out my dick,
she gave it a lick,
AND THE BLOODY THING JUST DROPPED OFF

Holy crap, I said,
I think my knob's dead,
Don't be silly,
It's a perfectly lovely willy,
SO I'LL PICK IT UP AND PUT IT IN THIS JAR

Alas, the tale comes to an end,
Just like the life of my bell end,
Don't trust a girl with the clap,
They will tell you all sorts of crap,
YOU MUST BE STRONG AND NOT HAVE SEX WITH THE CHEATING MALICIOUS HARPY
I think it is high time for a bit of class around here, don't you?

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Re: The Creative Writing Thread
« Reply #56 on: September 26, 2012, 01:33:07 PM »
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Re: The Creative Writing Thread
« Reply #57 on: November 08, 2012, 05:46:29 AM »
sittin on my ass
thinkin of this forum
registered long ago
but dont give a fuck so
nowadays im chillin hard
sittin on my azz
nothing special here
absolutely no pizazz
and yes i took a shortcut
just to make that rhyme
and im jus ramblin on this time

the silence scared me for a second
until vanity had a hand in me
up my ass i felt a sensation
i couldnt help but to surrender
to masturbation

that previous part might have sounded gay
but dont worry heres an explanation to make it go away
im a puppet to everything in vain
and it seems i've fcked myself over once again
my brain is lame and my rage is tame
juss standin being a man
actually fuck this poem
heres jackie chan  :chan:
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Re: The Creative Writing Thread
« Reply #58 on: November 19, 2012, 04:55:04 AM »
bored as fuck
with my head in my hands
but dont think its depression
cause in this nation
thats called masturbation
see what i did there?
do you care? well keep on reading you faggot
cause you can take it anywhere
my skill is madness
and my bout is my mettle
with my potatoes cut up and skinned
cooked in the crunchy style of kettle
i love bbq
and i lvoe you
but i also lvoe typos   :lol:

words arent anything but letters
and all poems are gay
its just paced emotion
we're all too scared to say

jump in it, try not to give a fuck
lvie fast die young thats what they told us
when they would mold us
now its porn
and now its just cold lust

fuck it. i gave up. typing first things that enter my mind
and this time i'll rhyme with time and online
cause im an aging man
fuck it, bitches, behold
JACKIE CHAN.  :chan:

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Re: The Creative Writing Thread
« Reply #59 on: January 11, 2013, 01:54:37 PM »
chongs
filling up my fridge
chongs
six opened jars of the same shit
chongs
speak too fucking loud when Im trying to sleep
chongs
ignorant insular and rude
chongs
always manage to get in the way
chongs
fucken smell
chongs
like to photograph themselves
chongs
have dumb shit that makes no sense written on everything
chongs
invented fireworks
chongs
are ruining my country
chongs
have hello kitty everywhere
chongs
eat cats and dogs
chongs
run each other down with tanks
chongs
have no compassion
chongs
blow come out their noses while gagging on cock
chongs
are
rascist
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