Poll: vote for ur fav
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Brown
4 80%
Red
0 0%
Black
1 20%
Voters: 5.
#1
sorry for putting this late .

Glove

In the midst of the sea, of the waves, of the breeze,
Floating inside, in the light, of the Keys,
The sky is of blue, and it’s true, that I’d do
Anything now, just to stay, in this room;

This is my dream, my escape, from the thing
That eats at my mind, at my time, and I sing
All of the day, just to keep, me away
From the sharp subtle pain, of a job so mundane,

In the midst of a cube, a cubicle room,
I sit at my desk, with Average Joe gloom;
I’d like to be now, in the Keys, or the South –
Maybe Cancun, in the middle of June,

But here I am now, with my life going south;
Not what I wanted, but not enough to get out;
I’d like to escape, leave this place for the shade
Of a palm tree or two in the beaches of Lei,

But that doesn’t happen, to a guy like me,
Stuck in the city, with a nine-to-five fling;
This existence of being is not what I’d love,
But its lack of initiative fits like a glove.


Misery Lane

My latest obsession,
Is driving me mad
I’m completely insane
My life-changing lessons
Are long forgotten

I’m cruising down… misery lane

Some say I’m cruel
Well they don’t know anything
You are one of the fools
So quit complaining take a ride
Try not to stray from my side

Let’s cruise down… misery lane

This is my cesspool
Come and join me if you wish

I tricked you to be here
And now you have a choice
Either go insane
Or die accepting your fear
Death is a release from pain

Unless you die… on misery lane

I’m scoring points
For my distant after life
That’s why I run my soul stealing scam
I’m already going to hell
And I feel good for every soul I sell

So I cruise down… misery lane

This is my cesspool
Come and join me…….



Cut From the Cloth of the Life That You Love


In a world,
where comfort equals death.
And the morning after,
Is a new disaster.
Waiting to begin.

Your sins are real.
And they're keeping you from sleep.
While you search for a cure,
You'll find the answer in me.

Just look into my eyes.
I will steal your will to live.
I will dig your grave.
Just take these 6 ft inch by inch.
You could call this payback,
for what you've done to me.
But I will call it freedom,
from your dependency.

In a life,
better spent gritting teeth.
Where the focus changes,
from love to shame,
when you're focusing on me.

You've lost appeal.
And it's keeping you from sleep.
But you can't escape me,
I'm in the air that you breathe.

You spend every waking moment,
sorting through every memory.
You're the farthest thing from absolution,
that I have ever seen.

Just look into my eyes.
I will steal your will to live.
I will dig your grave.
Just take these 6 ft inch by inch.
You could call this payback,
for what you've done to me.
But I will call it freedom,
from your dependency.
Hi
Last edited by abhishek21 at Jul 8, 2007,
#2
wow.. i wish i could write like that..
maybe it's more difficult to write in a different language.
i like all the 3! good job =)
#3
Ahem.

Astaldo, this is a competition, all 3 are written by different people...you're supposed to pick your favourite...

aghhh


I vote for warm hands.
Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.
Last edited by The Hurt Within at Jul 8, 2007,
#4
Brown, the other two didn't feel as inspired to me.


Playing guitar is NOT a sport.

Let the RABBITS wear GLASSES
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#9
So, I think it's about time for the final round of the competition.
#11
Oh, woops. o.O


*checks to go see if he's winning*


Edit: Well, I'm tied for second.