My Lousy Scribbles

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Tue Oct 12, 2010 8:28 am

Inspiration:
My Lousy Scribbles - Page 2 Fall-vermont-autumn

Autumn Without You

Even the streets clear,
and the doors close,
For an autumn without you.

Even the pavements drown,
and the trees' tear,
For this autumn's without you.

Even the leaves fear,
and the ground hides,
For the autumn without you.

Even the wild mourns,
and the wind howls,
For an autumn's without you.
~Ger.

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Tue Oct 12, 2010 2:28 pm

*~Dreamer~* wrote:: [Critics are totally welcomed for this. The worse you deem it be, the better (: I know it sucks, This was my first attempt at song writing, so it'd be good if someone could point out errors to change.]

Fading Away

The sand is drainning out,
time is passing fast,
everyone's moving on but...
Maybe I'm just warped by fear,
probably my inhibitions,
or rather just my desperations,
yearning to return to those years,
where things were as we see,
no lies, no silent wars, no bitter resentments...

Fingers and the keyboard,
letters typed and deleted.
Behind an energetic face,
a weary soul is struggling.
Thoughts that can't settle,
sanity that is being tested,
things are going awry.

Chatting friends seem so warm,
like nothing in the world's wrong.
But beneath that smile I see,
sinister thoughts are running
The skin they scratch,
surfaces they touch,
it seems just enough for them,
but...

The sand is drainning out,
time is passing fast,
everyone's moving on but...
Maybe I'm just warped by fear,
probably my inhibitions,
or rather just my desperations,
yearning to return to those years,
where things were as we see,
no lies, no silent wars, no bitter resentments...

I held on the last bit of hope,
the last ray of joyful remembrance,
but it was just foolish of me...
I could never have gone back,
nothing ever reverses its ways,
I am only left with these memories,
pretty little fabrications of the past,
with nothing but longingness to savour....

The sand is drainning out,
time is passing fast,
everyone's moving on but...
Maybe I'm just warped by fear,
probably my inhibitions,
or rather just my desperations,
yearning to return to those years,
where things were as we see,
no gossips, no unheard conflicts, no victims of prejudices...
no lies, no silent wars, no bitter resentments...
Those days are just too far away....

-Ger.

^^What type of music is this for? Sorry it will help

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Tue Oct 12, 2010 10:14 pm

I've no idea actually. I just wrote and wrote, until I thought it would be good to end it. Some of my friends suggested that a slow melody would be good, but it's mostly for the emo type.

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Tue Oct 12, 2010 10:25 pm

Through the Human Eyes

Surface meanings,
shallow words,
beautiful packaging,
is that all life's about?

Covert hatred,
hidden agenda,
masquerades,
cruel creations of mankind,
we can't forsake.

Awake from these lies,
breathe some fresh air,
sense some honesty,
will that day ever cross our way?
~Ger.

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Wed Oct 13, 2010 6:56 am

But

I love but,
with thorns,
that prick and kill.

I touch but,
with blades,
that cut and bleed.

I speak but,
with knifes,
that tears and stabs.

I change but,
without time,
that changes can be made.

I adore but,
with despair,
that nothing will be my way.
~Ger.[i]
Random spur of the moment. I just wanted to break through my block. I know it sucks, and the poem before this sucks too, big time, but please pardon me. I'm fighting hard to break through this shell of emptiness.

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Wed Oct 13, 2010 7:13 am

Colorful Collection Part I

Blossoms of Shell Pink

A thought, a word,
sets me spinning in my world.
A glimpse, a smile,
all I need to skip down the aisle.
A crush, a liking,
I'm overwhelmed by such feelings.
~Ger.

Shades of Breathing Blue

The generator of energy,
the well of life,
a necessity gifted to man.

The encouragement of joy,
The haven of life,
an essence of man's freedom.

The sky and sea,
the reason of life,
and source of mystery.
~Ger.

Flush of Chrome Orange

Hand of destruction,
heart of warmth.
Form of freedom,
embodiment of chains.
Leader of power,
Master of weakness.
~Ger.

Streaks of Bright Yellow

The aurora of smiles,
the comfort of light.
A glow of happiness,
A sensation of fervor.

Stretch your hand,
and reach for the stars.
Feel heat inundate you,
and spirit away from here.
~Ger.

Splashes of Shifting Green

Birth on mother earth,
a new lease of life,
tint, timind and shy,
it gradually opens itself.

Watching as friends fall,
becoming aids of growth,
exposure and experience,
its skin is slowly tanned.

Pigments lost through merriment,
timer of death begins to tick,
Fading, thinning and paling,
youthful vigor drowned in present fear.
~Ger.

Haziness of Lucid White

Purity that shone through,
encrypted innocence of youth.
We know it will fade one day,
but presume it's still far away.

Even nature has it's bends,
and lucid stones can be impure.
How much of a distance,
can the 'far away' be?

It's about time we wake,
from the naive beliefs we make.
Transparency is greying out,
there's no more time to wait.
~Ger,

(Please highlight to read! Sorry about it)
Clarity of Tainted Black

It's along the deepest alleys,
that we are warry.
It's in the dim-lit night,
that we run from shadow's sight.
It's after the heaviest rain,
that we see fog that doesn't taint.
It's not always grief that darkness greets,
often it's the beauty we choose not meet.
~Ger.

Spectrum of Simple Grey

A trillion little pixels,
a billion different shades.
Even the basic of the basic,
can confuse and haze the mind.

A million little blots and splashes,
a thousand different feelings.
Even the common of the common,
can inundate one with extreme emotions.

A hundred similar pairs of eyes,
a dozen different perspectives.
Even the finest of the finest,
can be picked and magnified.

Scores of similar writes,
only one will really provoke.
Even the shortest of the shortest,
can elicit the deepest admiration.
~Ger.

Cryptic End of Gay Purple

Even the happiest man,
even the brightest soul,
has times of depression.

Just an infinitely petite issue,
just an undefined tiny matter,
can be the last straw for the mind.

Maybe it is just a short-coming,
maybe it is just a flaw,
but there's no denying, that was limit.

Every embodiment of breathing life,
every presentation of living being,
there's no doubt, a furtive side to each.
~Ger.

Shallowness of Shiny Gold

Grabbing all's attention,
a gleaming opague metal.
Beautifying the exterior,
but devouring the interior.

Weighed gram for gram,
a toy for the rich to play.
A word of advice from ages ago,
'not all that gliter is gold.'
~Ger.

Sincerity of Dull Silver

Absorbing colors from the light,
a nature of hiding from man's sight.
Only appreciated when polished,
beauty that few will relish.
Authentic to any who wore,
now, decoration is all it's for.
If we stopped to savour,
we'll know the precious flavour.
~Ger.

Importance of Dusty Brown

Always claiming,
'knowledge is priceless'.
Yet we just buy and throw,
flipping through only once.

Always showing,
our vast list of vocab.
Yet we do not know,
the humility of words.

If impressing was all it was for,
gibberish is worth loads more.
If intelligence is really valued,
will there even be a cost?

Power of Striking Red

Corresponding with black,
the sign of end,
a color that arises fear.

Contradicting with amber,
the idea of vivid joy,
a shade depicting gore and war.

Complementing with green,
the symbol of nature,
a tone signifying Man's defiance.

Completed with blue,
the portrayl of life,
an image marking man-made death.
~Ger.

Uncertainty of Crystal Clear

Confusion smokes the eye,
of a player intrigued.
Yet the answer lies obvious,
to sight of bystanders.

Uniqueness of every mind,
renders simple intricate.
Sophistry of every brain,
straight lines become curves.
~Ger.

Plainess of Rainbow

What it has amazed,
is nothing more than the eye.
None will stop to enjoy,
for life goes on with or without it.

Photos we have taken,
is just an act of preserving.
Stubborn as we may be,
refusing to accept change.

Only the process of thinking,
will fill in the tones.
Only the depth of thoughts,
can paint in the shades.
~Ger.

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Thu Oct 14, 2010 9:45 am

Are We Not Humans Too?

The world speaks words of concern,
for those affected by disasters,
yet they care not for their own people,
when they begin the first gun shot of war.

They say war determines strength,
but ask the inhabitants of these lands,
this fight is nothing but blood and gore,
claiming thousands of innocent lives.

We dream for a harbinger of change,
for the day this brainless fight will end,
yet they go on like it's just a game,
as if we were only born to die.
~Ger.

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Sat Oct 16, 2010 10:35 pm

Why must you be so GOOD!?!?!
Now, who will ever look at my pizza bagel rap.

AGH!

AH well, Bravissima. *Claps*

I loved the colour red. xD
I love that idea. I think it's original. Thoughts for each colour. Even the rainbow.

ANd the last one was so sad :[

Again I say why must you be SO GOOD! AHOASHFLJKASHk (*translation: unknown*...neither is the pronunciation)

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Sat Oct 16, 2010 11:58 pm

I'm flattered by your praises (:

Thank you, but I'm not exactly THAT great. Just penning some thoughts and emotions down. Well, but you're better with songs, so it's a different story isn't it? You shouldn't compare yourself to others. Must give yourself encouragements.

Once again, Thank you for your flattery praises XD

(miss RP-ing with you)

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Sun Oct 17, 2010 12:45 am

Perfect Swindlers

Words we shared,
they were just lies.
Trust we promised,
only I would keep.

Hopes I held,
just shatters too soon.
Dreams I have,
truth renders it naught.

Love expressed,
dwindles with time.
Rings exchanged,
returns to origin.
~Ger.

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Sun Oct 17, 2010 12:47 am

Non-Stop

I dreamed, I worked,
Struggling to be top.
Though weak, though mocked,
neither brought me to a halt.

I tried, I fought,
never neglecting any hope.
Even alone, even hurt,
nothing would stop my flight.

I speak, I say,
determined to have my way.
however hard, however rough,
I will persist till the very end.
~Ger.

---This is written for every soul out there. Whether your hurt, broken, torn, shattered, whatever it is, remember, you can make it through the rain (even though rain is supposed to be a pretty creation by God). Besides, even if you're in the rain or darkness now, be reminded, there's beauty in the breakdown.

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Sun Oct 17, 2010 12:49 am

More Than Telepathy

Though we fight,
with each other,
ever so often,
in our minds,
we know we've forgiven.

Even when we push,
to one another,
every single blame,
in our souls,
we know there was no flame.

Although we speak,
to none others,
of our darkest feelings,
we know each others',
without even asking.
~Ger.

-- Ask me why I wrote this? because I was a fool. I believed, stupid me, believed in friendships, in real loyal friends. Loyal friends are the greatest lies in life. They are worst than lovers, billions of times worse. They walk you out of your darkest times, and push down again.

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Sun Oct 17, 2010 12:52 pm

The last two touched my heart. Girl, you've been through a lot haven't you?

Sad

And still you put my Pizza-Bagel CRap to shame....asjkfDhaSjhaSklhja. To shaaameee!!!

lawl.
<3 it all!

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Sun Oct 17, 2010 12:59 pm

Probably any and everything you can think of, but romance. I'm too afraid to step into it, though I write about them.

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Sun Oct 17, 2010 1:00 pm

"Romance is for fools, who actually believe."

xD
My motto.

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Sun Oct 17, 2010 1:03 pm

sometimes i do wonder about it. Because i can't even trust friends, i can only wonder about lovers and romance.

At least when lovers leave, you feel broken, but you can make it through because your friends are there beside you... but when your closest friends betray you... You've no one but yourself to turn to.

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Sun Oct 17, 2010 1:13 pm

yeah...know the feeling.

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Mon Oct 18, 2010 3:26 am

Stray

Crazy laughter shaking soul,
just a hollow shell,
vibrating to its tune.

When voices fade away,
what's left is nothing,
but a deeper vault,
that even air cannot fill.

Insane ideas running through,
just an unseen charcoal,
trying to ignite some sparks.

When darkness surrounds,
the only sound heard,
is the echoes of teary hics,
drowning every being in agony.
~Ger.

-- Random creation, with a little of my past in it. Don't feel sorry, because there's no need to. I'm fine, and will always be, because even if I'm not, I can find my way out of it. Even when I'm in the rain, I find the beauty of the rain. There's no such thing as pure angst, for angst an joy cannot exist without the other. They exist as a comparison, and as such, there will always be the other end, which is happiness and joy. Even if I'm alone in happiness or grief, I'll stand strong and prevail through the darkest storms, for that's where I find the sweetest fruit of success awaiting.

And should all those out there go through darkness, pain ,grief, sorrow, agony, hatred, despair -- Never forget, the sweetest fruit of success is waiting for you at the very end (:

FIGHT ON!

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Mon Oct 18, 2010 3:29 am

Seasons of Emotions

As we live through the seasons,
we feel the difference.
We know it is slow,
but we can only go with the flow.
We yearn for beauty to last,
but doesn’t it get replaced far too fast?

When winter changes to spring,
birds will gather and sweetly sing.
Melody of Man and birds will merge,
as we see heaven and land converge.
The Earth will blossom pink and white,
isn't it such a glorious sight?

As summer sets its foot on ground,
the school term comes around.
Students all ready and dressed,
joyful spirits lost in stress.
The atmosphere's so serious in the city,
isn't it just too much of a pity?

Then red leaves fall from the trees,
As autumn drift in with such ease.
Although we celebrate this festival,
we know winter hints its arrival.
The fear we hold deep within,
will we finish the trip around the Sun again?

The bare trees covered with snow,
winter itself has finally showed.
The skies all dull and gray,
streets all empty though it’s day.
These months of silence and sorrow,
but wouldn’t it be joy in the near tomorrow?
~Ger.

-- I believe every season is brought to us for a reason. To feel the barren, to feel the cold, or to feel the joy and happiness. But look, we've all lived through so many winters, and so many springs. We have enjoyed every season. So should live enjoyed that way too (:

Be reminded, our live's like that of the four seasons, winter is cold, and empty, but there's definitely something out there which we can enjoy, even in the freezing snow, even in the barren trees.

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Mon Oct 18, 2010 4:00 am

Sacrifices

Searching in a sea of dead,
looking for a lost love.
Stopped dead by a small frame,
with intricate features.

Plunging forward without thought,
arms wrapping round the sleeping face.
The expected tears began to stream,
it was her second gone in just a week.

Several months of anticipation,
and hours of waiting in the hospital.
Ten or more years spent caring,
all gone in the ring of a gun shot.

Many other voices cry in harmony,
like a massive choir of grieving souls.
All screaming to heaven,
hoping to revive lost members.

But those mothers had others,
like little girls and spouses waiting.
she had absolutely nothing left,
to keep her going in this angst.

Overwhelmed by total despair,
she wipes out a gleeming object.
In a swift motion from left to right,
she joins her family in the other world.
~Ger.

--Based on an image in my mind when I watched a video on the Sri Lankan Civil war. How a mother cried so hard for a lost family member.

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Mon Oct 18, 2010 12:00 pm

Pitiful Destiny

Mocked and distanced by all,
bitterness one could never pour.
Once in a lifetime is enough,
there is no need for more.

The many months and years spent,
trying to patch this empty hole.
A little brilliance lights its life,
giving a forgotten sense of whole.

But just a little of loneliness,
was all it took to pop and break.
As such, was the doleful fate,
of the courage this soul lack.
~Ger.

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Mon Oct 18, 2010 12:01 pm

Love Yourself More

Within a distance,
in the haze,
a certain shadow,
lingers in this maze.

Coming to halt,
juncture of many ways,
which to choose,
or should I just stay?

Desires branching dreams,
just a lost wounded soul,
struggling to surface,
trying to reach the goal.

Always too far the grasp,
often distantly close,
it's time to choose,
into dreams or out of mist?

Hopes that lay far ahead,
reality that's catching up,
if no move is made,
it's only 'fall into warp'.

Only when you can,
help a friend in need,
if it's so depressing,
then no point for the deed.

Pushing pessimism,
forcing happiness,
always hurting oneself,
when patching others.

No more optimism,
goodbye affection,
no point loving others,
so why pay their pension?

But is it that difficult,
is it only a waste of time,
to ask an empty hole,
to just love itself more?
~Ger.

A/N: I know this poem sounds a little off-beat, and the perspective is jumping around quite a bit. I was also in an unstable state of mind while writing this. The whole poem is actually an internal monologue... Of the hatred and despise I hold towards myself for being so soft and always helping others at the expense of myself.

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Fri Oct 22, 2010 5:48 am

Real World

In a pit of nothingness,
even darkness feel bright,
and being alone doesn't feel lonely.

In a nation of citizens,
even family feels distant,
and home is but a word in replace of lodging.

In a well of emptiness,
even hollowness feels complete,
and barren eyes resonates freedom of death.

In a galaxy of people,
even bustled streets feel silent,
and acquaintances are just pictures on screens.
~Ger.

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Sat Oct 23, 2010 1:03 am

Earth

Simplicity of every living,
complicated to the eye.
Home to trillions of souls,
power resonates true.
Call upon to this gathering,
our Mother Earth,
join us in this ritual,
be by us tonight.
~Ger.

Water

Deep or shallow,
clear or dirty,
all are beauty,
to those who see it only.
Summon to the circle,
our flowing Water,
follow through this ritual,
be with us tonight.
~Ger.

Air

Ability of the unseen,
strength of what is felt.
Surrounding every living,
a need for survival.
Come forth to this meeting,
Our beloved Air,
see us through this ritual,
be around us tonight.
~Ger.

Fire

Flaming torches lit encircles,
energy of warmth and power.
Watching every home and land,
comforting every broken soul.
Convene to this assembly,
our alluring Fire,
keep away shiver through this ritual,
be about us tonight.
~Ger.

Spirit

With or without body,
wondering on this land.
The vigor of each individual,
the life of every dead,
the heart of every being.
Hail to this conference,
our vital Spirit,
connect mortals and phantoms in this ritual,
be leading us tonight.
~Ger.

Full Moon Ritual

As each element is called,
our Priestess makes her way,
to the center where fun begins.

When ritual comes to an end,
the spiked wine on the table,
is then passed around.

Each one takes a sip,
sensing energy coursing through,
as the blood lust is satisfied.

Final drip taken by Priestess,
as everyone watches on,
and then food appears,

Joyous occasion of every month,
crescent, waning, waxing moon,
quickly round up for our next meeting.
~Ger.

New Moon Ritual

A day where silence fills the air,
where no moon is in sight,
only the stars to guide our way,
to the place we gather again.

The streaming people settles down,
as the gong sounds,
and the ritual begins now.

Called elements one by one,
as they slowly come around,
filing the gaps and spaces,
comforting everyone.

Once all that's over,
everyone rushes to the front,
grabbing an empty glass,
filling it with punch.

At the end when sun rises,
everyone returns for a beauty sleep,
tastes of food and memory of ritual,
kept for the next to come.
~Ger.

Subject: Re: My Lousy Scribbles Sat Oct 23, 2010 1:21 am

Full Moon Ritual

On this very night,
it's light shines bright.
Above the very Earth,
where life was given birth.
Smiles and laughter heard,
as we gather by Goddess's word.
Pledge to heart and soul,
the oath so dear we hold.

Once again the gong will sound,
as we gather all around.
Take our respective places,
as full moon rises.
Then the music starts to play,
as our priestess twirls under its rays.

"Our life, the Air,
our warmth, the Fire.
Our needs, the Water,
our home, the Earth.
Our birth, the Spirit,
our survival, all needed.
Our oath, we swear to,
our promise, we hold true."

Then she salutes with sincerity,
cleansing all the impurity.
The sacrifices made,
the spiked wine laid.
One after another,
we sip with pure pleasure.

After all is over,
members dwindle in numbers.
Slowly dawn creeps in again,
we turn in with no sorrow or pain.
We shall forgive and forget,
all past agony that tears will wet.
Start afresh like we did before,
leaving behind all history that used to bore.
~Ger.