Tweaking needed.
Please, I beg of thee: comment my stuff.
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I'm all up in your bases,
killing your men,
'cause I'm a super sonic playa
and it had to be done
I got me a ride,
shootin' down fiddy
t'ain't be miles
as me bro's packin' twenty
Me dog's in the side,
tongue in the sun
if you shoot him, mothafucker
be the last thing you done!
t'millimeter in hand,
is a straight niner son
mess with me bitch
and I'll show ya my gun
up against the wall
at the end of the street
gimme a reason -
jus' t'give you some heat!
I'm cleanin' me gun now
and dancin' in blood.
Die you SOB,
so we can get this race done
San Andreas may be over
but WoW's just begun!
*gun shot/tire screech*
*flippant wave*
Bye now, WG calls.
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Its a rap.
Tell me what you think, pl0x.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Piano keys
Here lies the dedication to the poem known as: Piano Keys
Removed in the hopes that the publishing will go ahead smoother.
Look for my book "Skirting the Edge" in retail stores.
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I was bored as HELL in L&L today.
Nothing to do there.
Nothing.
N-O-T-H-I-N-G! >.<
Removed in the hopes that the publishing will go ahead smoother.
Look for my book "Skirting the Edge" in retail stores.
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I was bored as HELL in L&L today.
Nothing to do there.
Nothing.
N-O-T-H-I-N-G! >.<
Saturday, August 1, 2009
The world is a stage - you are an extra.
((Make the most of it...))
By Duckie.
Life's too short for living,
gotta leave your mark now,
life's an open stage
with your fifteen minutes of fame,
the curtain closes on you
and you're left in the dark.
did you see anybody in the bright light?
could you keep your eyes on the crowd?
did you remember your lines?
Were you perfect?
*brief pause*
Well nobody's perfect! ((is okay to mildly shout this))
Life's too short for living,
gotta leave your mark now,
life's an open stage
with your fifteen minutes of fame,
the curtain closes on you
and you're left in the dark.
Dark tunnels; there's no air,
stride down there
light the bloody thing yourself
life goes on
leaving you behind
as it has forever
no-one can hear you screamin' in the dark.
Life's too short for living,
gotta leave your mark now,
life's an open stage
with your fifteen minutes of fame,
the curtain closes on you
and you're left in the dark.
and no-one can hear you
life goes on ((drawn out note))
no-one can hear you
gotta leave your mark.
no-one can hear you
so shout it out loud ((do so))
Cause everybody's asking for an encore!
By Duckie.
Life's too short for living,
gotta leave your mark now,
life's an open stage
with your fifteen minutes of fame,
the curtain closes on you
and you're left in the dark.
did you see anybody in the bright light?
could you keep your eyes on the crowd?
did you remember your lines?
Were you perfect?
*brief pause*
Well nobody's perfect! ((is okay to mildly shout this))
Life's too short for living,
gotta leave your mark now,
life's an open stage
with your fifteen minutes of fame,
the curtain closes on you
and you're left in the dark.
Dark tunnels; there's no air,
stride down there
light the bloody thing yourself
life goes on
leaving you behind
as it has forever
no-one can hear you screamin' in the dark.
Life's too short for living,
gotta leave your mark now,
life's an open stage
with your fifteen minutes of fame,
the curtain closes on you
and you're left in the dark.
and no-one can hear you
life goes on ((drawn out note))
no-one can hear you
gotta leave your mark.
no-one can hear you
so shout it out loud ((do so))
Cause everybody's asking for an encore!
Rainy Days
Here lies the dedication to the poem known as: Rainy Days
Removed in the hopes that the publishing will go ahead smoother.
Look for my book "Skirting the Edge" in retail stores.
Removed in the hopes that the publishing will go ahead smoother.
Look for my book "Skirting the Edge" in retail stores.
Rest in Peace
Here lies the dedication to the poem known as: Rest in Peace
Removed in the hopes that the publishing will go ahead smoother.
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Removed in the hopes that the publishing will go ahead smoother.
Look for my book "Skirting the Edge" in retail stores.
New Year...for what?
I used to have people commission a rant...why? because they needed one, perhaps; or maybe a fight had erupted with their parentals/guardians/teachers/friends - who knows?
In any case, New Years spurned some thoughts ((and a very morbid discussion)) and since I was entreated to stay out of it:-
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"Life sucks, and it will never get better. It will change, but it will never get better."
Once upon a time, I used to say that too. Every night I'd be drinking my sorrows away, or at least attempting too. Its a little hard to when alcohol just burns going down and does next to nothing else. Ranting and raving, these people, my friends, have entreated me to leave them to their depression spurned on by the New Year.
"Happy New Year" - a text message that they despise, brings them no joy and forces their thoughts lower into the ground. Another year, each as bad as the last, and apparently steadily getting worse.
"Happy Birthday!" - another year gone, where they imagine everything that has gone wrong, where they have failed. How can they be happy if they do not truly believe themselves capable of it?
"Merry Christmas!" - These people, that I kept company with, on Christmas, the holiest of days, the epitome of Christianity and a family time of love and giving - traps these people. Love no longer fills the air, but tension, tempers stretched close to breaking, stress mounts with each passing moment, and all stuck in the middle is the poor person, weighed down by the guilt, ((even if they had nothing to do with it)) that this is his/her doing.
These kids, young folk, trapped in their minds with the thoughts of their problems, failings and misgivings, does them no good. It does nobody any good. Their families can only sit and watch as they waste away, with no idea to what ails them. How can they? A teenager or young adult is not the sort that will say "This is my problem, but I wish to brood over it, please leave me be." No. Their suffering is palpable, and yet parents, friends, society immediately denounce them as attention seeking and emotionally unstable.
The masses ignore the problem, expecting it to go away, but to what point? They ignore the people, fellow citizens, who don't just harbour issues but real, full-blooded questions about what the use is of life.
For so long, they batter away, convincing themselves that they're a failure, or correct to the point of shattering at a negative vibe. These people, YOUR fellow humans, need help. They need it, require it, crave for it - however subconciously, but in this world, they firmly believe that they aren't going to get it.
Besides, whats the point?
In any case, New Years spurned some thoughts ((and a very morbid discussion)) and since I was entreated to stay out of it:-
---------------------
"Life sucks, and it will never get better. It will change, but it will never get better."
Once upon a time, I used to say that too. Every night I'd be drinking my sorrows away, or at least attempting too. Its a little hard to when alcohol just burns going down and does next to nothing else. Ranting and raving, these people, my friends, have entreated me to leave them to their depression spurned on by the New Year.
"Happy New Year" - a text message that they despise, brings them no joy and forces their thoughts lower into the ground. Another year, each as bad as the last, and apparently steadily getting worse.
"Happy Birthday!" - another year gone, where they imagine everything that has gone wrong, where they have failed. How can they be happy if they do not truly believe themselves capable of it?
"Merry Christmas!" - These people, that I kept company with, on Christmas, the holiest of days, the epitome of Christianity and a family time of love and giving - traps these people. Love no longer fills the air, but tension, tempers stretched close to breaking, stress mounts with each passing moment, and all stuck in the middle is the poor person, weighed down by the guilt, ((even if they had nothing to do with it)) that this is his/her doing.
These kids, young folk, trapped in their minds with the thoughts of their problems, failings and misgivings, does them no good. It does nobody any good. Their families can only sit and watch as they waste away, with no idea to what ails them. How can they? A teenager or young adult is not the sort that will say "This is my problem, but I wish to brood over it, please leave me be." No. Their suffering is palpable, and yet parents, friends, society immediately denounce them as attention seeking and emotionally unstable.
The masses ignore the problem, expecting it to go away, but to what point? They ignore the people, fellow citizens, who don't just harbour issues but real, full-blooded questions about what the use is of life.
For so long, they batter away, convincing themselves that they're a failure, or correct to the point of shattering at a negative vibe. These people, YOUR fellow humans, need help. They need it, require it, crave for it - however subconciously, but in this world, they firmly believe that they aren't going to get it.
Besides, whats the point?
How will you be remembered?
Here lies the dedication to the poem known as: How will you be remembered?
Removed in the hopes that the publishing will go ahead smoother.
Look for my book "Skirting the Edge" in retail stores.
Removed in the hopes that the publishing will go ahead smoother.
Look for my book "Skirting the Edge" in retail stores.
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