Poetry & Lyrics • Page 3

turned these two into songs

 

new something i threw together. getting better at writing lyrics but wow it is still very stressful and hard and eventually rewarding sure but mostly stressful and hard

“Barrel On”

one man is an island
he’s holed up 10 off the bay

in ‘90 they ring it in
the last shimmers
“eleven! ten!”
9 more moments
9 more months
9 more lives

but why climb up?
the film’s developed, he’s here in the room
please don’t fret
a second set of eyes brings more to prove
so barrel on
alert no one

of whereabouts
to stay an idea, loose-fitted
the real of her
can prove it hereditary

ceding, digging toes into the sand

but why climb up?
the film’s developed, he’s here in the room
please don’t fret
a second set of eyes brings more to prove
so barrel on
alert no one
a hired gun?

one man is an island
one man is an island
one man is an island
he passed the savings onto me

 

wrote a thing

Poem: “Anti Muse”

 

I’m taking a poetry class and it’s probably one of the hardest classes I’ve ever taken. I feel very confident in writing technical or research papers but god damn, writing poetry is difficult for me. I think it’s cause I’m overthinking it. Like, we have to read everything we write in front of the class so I obsess over making it perfect rather than just letting my imagination flow and then going back to edit. It doesn’t help that I’m an English education major and most of the people in my class are creative writing majors so I feel like I’m way out of my league.

With lyrics, I don’t care at all about what I’m writing about. I just play music and the lyrics tend to be whatever sounds right and often have little to no meaning. But this this I feel intent on crafting something with meaning and purpose which often leads to me staring at a computer for hours on end.

I have three poems due tomorrow. All of which are started but not complete and I’m freaking out.

 

Instead of thinking of lyrics and poetry as two separate things I'd suggest maybe regarding the latter more like the former; if you're comfortable writing lyrics, don't sit down and try to write in a way that feels like poetry - let the normal processes that engage when you write lyrics come through. If you can write lyrics I've no doubt you're a poet!

When I write, I try to engage a feeling or emotion but then I just let it go - and I write whatever comes out and sounds good. Giving myself the freedom to just write down in a stream of consciousness loosens me up and often produces some pretty honest stuff. And sometimes when I proofread it after the fact some stuff that sounded good but doesn't work. But at least I've given myself a base to work from. Don't over think it! Just let it happen.

 

I just stayed up to 4am writing this stupid fucking piece of crap so enjoy it or don’t but it’s done. And now I need to write another for a different class, praise be. Had to write in a style that is not my own (not that I really have one), mimicking an author we were reading so that was challenging



Strands of loose locks
Lost down the drain and
Along with ‘em another ounce
Of confidence drips from my
Temples and sleeps beneath
The underbelly of my now
Diminished amour propre

At 23, this must be some sort
Of fluke (or perhaps penalty for penile
pleasure, sent from above?) Grandpa
Harry might have lost his god damn
Mind, but at 92 that bastard had a head
Like a bristle. Thick as a brush-
Fire in Californian August.

I could have probably borrowed
An extra thread of his genes and he’d
Been none the wiser. Stiched
To my scalp. Follicle blood. Runs
From my skull, all in the name of vanity

In a mirrored reflection I’d grab what
Remained and pull it taut and unseen
Imagining the naked mole rat
Version of me that I’d have to come
Face to face with in a matter of time

Until finally I took that razor and
I washed it clean. Trading my ego
For practicality.With varnish and laquer
I lathered my skin and married
That blade with a surgeon’s precision
Splitting the cells and molting anew

 

____________s p a g h e t t i f i c a t i o n___________











Almost done with this class. Could not be happier that it’s over soon. I feel spent.

 

I'm stoned af and I just read this five times.

 

Haha nice . You need sleep mang

 

No I don't! I'm invincible!

 

the tongue need not be quick
to instill confidence

 

What do I do when my commitments wither in the eyes of others?

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My soul now spins with such speed to see still, though it glisten as it leaks, the way you wound me.

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Death is every moment, its prospect sweetens life.

 

greetings! i'm workin on a book/books of poetry. have been for about 5-7 years or so. in three parts: 'who buries the grave digger?', 'the next mourning', and 'absolution'. this is likely from 'absolution':



-The Illusion of Sleep-

I never claimed to be flawless
The cracks, too deep for the naked eye
But as a man of my word, I promised
To always try

Our chemistry
A recipe
For a nuclear bomb

I can see the detonation
Yet I hear no sound
I can feel the reverberations
Though my feet are off the ground

Is this a nightmare?
Is this a dream?
My eyes are closed shut
Yet I still
Yet I still see

And with each word that leaves my lips
The knife slowly begins to twist
Without any anesthesia
This crimson volcano
Its eruption can seem a bit unstable
Aftermath, victim of amnesia

A suicide
For you and I
Until tomorrow comes

A little role play
You can be the butcher
And I’ll be the blade
To satisfy
Our beastly appetites
We can’t afford another empty plate

Is this the end?
Is this the beginning?
I can’t tell the difference
Am I still...
Am I still living?

Are you a paramedic?
Are you a mortician?
Regardless, I’m in need of assistance
Damn this impaired vision
Are you a heroine?
Are you an exorcist?
How did I end up nailed and tied
To my own crucifix?

I sit up in a panic
Like the dead being brought back to life
The only thing that is certain
Is the illumination from the morning light

Was it a nightmare?
Was it a dream?
Was I unconscious?
Was I asleep?