classic pieces
i suppose i will bust out some original pieces that i have written in the past.... still on writers block by the way... i think its been almost a year... writing for school fucked that up for me... i dont write for anymore. Unless u are worth it...:
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(I remember writing this one in filter... it was almost closing time. and i was tripping on skittles... pfft... u know its old if i mention skittles):
untitled-
Do you really wanna go to bed right now at this very moment in time or is it the oh so tranquil feeling of escaping from boredum.
Clinging to comfort once again.
Boy am i figidy.
Boy am i tired.
The sparkled sorta fabric on the curtains is giving me the conclusions to these pointles fucking questions...
Fill it up for me would you, thanks"
These are only thoughts. Which that all just mutates into the point of caving in.
That fucking glare from the stupid box is such a perfect example of your mind playing its daily tricks on you... bah fuck it, im going to bed."
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"untitled"
How can someone stand faster then anyone can believe?
For we danced with our feet at our heads
with our hands tilted to the sky
These are my documentations of something unknown to many
but as my knuckles shake and my knees speak to me
they are barking, "LETS FUCKING ROLL! LETS GO RIGHT NOW! LETS GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE"
pause.
pause.
paws.
Get the fuck out of me... i have been taken over.
Ive been there and im here to stay.
Gibberish im here to stay
We found the center of gravity through shadows of the falling snowflakes and at that very moment we knew we owned the universe...
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title: "At times i'll take my glasses off just because i cant see straight"
Ideas purified to the standards i set by spiting on ur lawn.
Alcohol served to your liking.
Piano played to your enjoyment.
The diary of a nervous wreck is where i copy these excerpts from so lightly.
Those motherfucking sounds... they remind me of the grass i passed out on and thought of the definition so brightly.
day may bring the horrible tthought of "moon"
day has burned and night will curdle.
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alright im done typing full ones out... i like titles and quotes better.. so here are a couple. They are all mostly pieces i have wrote... but im planning on using some for song titles and possibly album titles. (who am i talking too? bauhauha):
"YOu can put me in a concussion baby, u wont get in trouble..."
"The quietest motherfucker at the funeral procession"
"All that was left was lust traveling across temptation"
"I dug this grave, i might as well drag myself into it"
"I dug another grave because i got out again. I'm too lazy to drag myself in this time. Besides, parties a better when ur staring up from the ground"
"...or maybe that time we produced lemonade"
"new orleans is sinking"
+more
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...and now some quotes that i enjoy from authors u might know:
William shakes...
"Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles. And, by opposing, end them..."
F. Scott Fitsgerald/the great gatsby
"A storm took up the reciever and the compressed heat exploded into sound annd we were listening to the portentous chords of Mendelssohn's Wedding march from the ballroom."
alice sebold, the lovely bones
"I will do exactly what you are doing: I would talk to everyone i needed to, i would not tell too many people his name. When i was sure. I would find a quiet way, and i would kill him"
mmmmm i feel good.
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(I remember writing this one in filter... it was almost closing time. and i was tripping on skittles... pfft... u know its old if i mention skittles):
untitled-
Do you really wanna go to bed right now at this very moment in time or is it the oh so tranquil feeling of escaping from boredum.
Clinging to comfort once again.
Boy am i figidy.
Boy am i tired.
The sparkled sorta fabric on the curtains is giving me the conclusions to these pointles fucking questions...
Fill it up for me would you, thanks"
These are only thoughts. Which that all just mutates into the point of caving in.
That fucking glare from the stupid box is such a perfect example of your mind playing its daily tricks on you... bah fuck it, im going to bed."
---
"untitled"
How can someone stand faster then anyone can believe?
For we danced with our feet at our heads
with our hands tilted to the sky
These are my documentations of something unknown to many
but as my knuckles shake and my knees speak to me
they are barking, "LETS FUCKING ROLL! LETS GO RIGHT NOW! LETS GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE"
pause.
pause.
paws.
Get the fuck out of me... i have been taken over.
Ive been there and im here to stay.
Gibberish im here to stay
We found the center of gravity through shadows of the falling snowflakes and at that very moment we knew we owned the universe...
---
title: "At times i'll take my glasses off just because i cant see straight"
Ideas purified to the standards i set by spiting on ur lawn.
Alcohol served to your liking.
Piano played to your enjoyment.
The diary of a nervous wreck is where i copy these excerpts from so lightly.
Those motherfucking sounds... they remind me of the grass i passed out on and thought of the definition so brightly.
day may bring the horrible tthought of "moon"
day has burned and night will curdle.
---
alright im done typing full ones out... i like titles and quotes better.. so here are a couple. They are all mostly pieces i have wrote... but im planning on using some for song titles and possibly album titles. (who am i talking too? bauhauha):
"YOu can put me in a concussion baby, u wont get in trouble..."
"The quietest motherfucker at the funeral procession"
"All that was left was lust traveling across temptation"
"I dug this grave, i might as well drag myself into it"
"I dug another grave because i got out again. I'm too lazy to drag myself in this time. Besides, parties a better when ur staring up from the ground"
"...or maybe that time we produced lemonade"
"new orleans is sinking"
+more
---
...and now some quotes that i enjoy from authors u might know:
William shakes...
"Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles. And, by opposing, end them..."
F. Scott Fitsgerald/the great gatsby
"A storm took up the reciever and the compressed heat exploded into sound annd we were listening to the portentous chords of Mendelssohn's Wedding march from the ballroom."
alice sebold, the lovely bones
"I will do exactly what you are doing: I would talk to everyone i needed to, i would not tell too many people his name. When i was sure. I would find a quiet way, and i would kill him"
mmmmm i feel good.