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Thanks Kitty.

 

Everything is censored. Get over it. You have no rights in an internet forum except for the ones that are given to you. So, you can't win this battle, sir.

 

But I'm trying to be accepting. I haven't warned OMGAKITTY or yourself for being borderline. But Yeah, WiiOmi got what was coming to him.

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On a serious note, I'd post this in Music but I haven't recorded it and it can pass as a poem whilst written.

 

My Little Gun

-Hunter

 

This song is like a gun

In more ways than one

 

After all that crying on the floor, girl

I'd say you'd have won.

But not after I explain this, my girl

How this song's like a gun.

 

I dont want you crying, on the floor, girl

Thats not for you-

I just want you dying, on the floor, girl

I am just so through; with you

 

This song is like a gun

In more ways than one

 

Now lets have some fun

With, my little gun

 

I dont hate you now, not anymore, girl

I have no reason to-

But you look like gore, girl; it makes me hurl

And I have better things to do.

 

This song is just like a gun

You dont believe me do, you?-

Well this gun makes me number one

You'll be dead in a minuite or two; too-

 

Well that was a ton

Of jolly, good ole' fun

 

I dont want you crying, on the floor, girl

Thats not for you-

I just want you dying, on the floor, girl

Your not worthy, of being my boo-

 

By now I hope you're crying, on the floor

Dear, thats just the start

So I'll just be closing the door-

To your tainted heart

 

By now I think I've won

With, my little gun

 

I've got my gun up to your head-

Play time's over now

It might just leave you dead-

And all I can say is "wow"

 

You just gave me the ammo, I needed-, girl

For this gun of mine

Your memories just feed- it, girl

This'll keep you in line.

 

So I pull that nasty trigger-

Aimed at your face

As my grin gets bigger-

I wonder how it'll taste...

 

*gunshot sound*

 

...So now your dying, on the floor, girl

The way I thought you would

I wont dream of you, anymore, girl

As if I even could

 

And yes I think I won

With, my little, dear gun

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Thanks.

 

I really have no clue how stuff like that comes into my head. I get a random tune and a line' date=' then it just expands. Weird.[hr']

Then it served its purpose.

 

o.0;

 

remind me not to get on your bad side...

 

Lol' date=' thats a good idea.

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Weird is right

you write depressing stuff....

honestly.. it's sad really... D=

makes me depressed.

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but i don't blame you for writing it, at times i could write depressing things.... but meh.... I get yelled at if I'm depressed.... so I'm just a happy Kitty.. =/

It don't rhyme but al ways remember

 

Times are blue

but there is anew

Things will change

Joy will come to you

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Well' date=' if you read it fast, it'll be sad.

 

But if you read it slow, and to the tune I imagined it to, its really ironic, in a sense.

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at the first two lines, i thought you meant the gun, um... wasn't a real gun

 

It isn't a real gun. I'm not actually shooting anyone. But the song is meant to hurt like a real gun, and leave someone dead inside. Wow, I'm cruel. =/

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Well' date=' if you read it fast, it'll be sad.

 

But if you read it slow, and to the tune I imagined it to, its really ironic, in a sense.

[/quote']

 

at the first two lines, i thought you meant the gun, um... wasn't a real gun

 

It isn't a real gun. I'm not actually shooting anyone. But the song is meant to hurt like a real gun, and leave someone dead inside. Wow, I'm cruel. =/

 

no you're expressing how someone did you... it's acceptable

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Well' date=' if you read it fast, it'll be sad.

 

But if you read it slow, and to the tune I imagined it to, its really ironic, in a sense.

[/quote']

 

at the first two lines, i thought you meant the gun, um... wasn't a real gun

 

It isn't a real gun. I'm not actually shooting anyone. But the song is meant to hurt like a real gun, and leave someone dead inside. Wow, I'm cruel. =/

 

sick freak =P

 

anyways, it would probably sound good when sung

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It sounded good in my head. Probably a song that if someone bought the album, they'd listen to and love it, but never talk about it.

 

I'm writing a new song right now. Its more upbeat.


Sick

-Hunter

 

I'm sick and tired of writing sappy love songs

You should know by now

I'm sick and tired of you in my dreams

Get out! get out now-

 

Get out of my head, get out of my dreams!

The tears I shed, the sound of your screams

I'm so sick of you, so sick of this sheet

I want to for get you, forget all of it-

 

I'm sick and tired of thinking about you

You should go right now

I'm sick and tired of you, and us, and me!

I just, dont know how-...

 

So I wrote this song, to help me out!

If my head is wrong, thats what its about

Go out and have some fun! get your mind off

Nah, shes not the one, now dont get soft

 

I'm sick and tired of your damn face

No! dont need you-

I'm sick and tired of losing the race

You know I'll make it through!-

 

So I'm out with my friends, havin a blast!

I'm glad it was the end, that we didn't last-

Go out and chase some tail, have a good ole' time

Have a drink of ale, or somethin with lemon and lime-

 

I'm so sick and tired of this damn song!

Cus it was about you

I'm sick and tired of me being wrong-

You make me blue-...

 

So I got back up! right on the horse

I'll fill up my cup, it cant get worse-

Kiss some random chick, for the hell of it!

Wont remember you one bit-

 

I'm just so sick of being sick

And I know its true

I just deal with it oh-so quick-

Its me- without- you!-

 

So I'm out with the guys, once again!

Ha, nobody's died, we're all just friends-

Hey little girly, whats your name?

You'll be mine surely, thats the game!-

 

I'm just so happy, without you

welcome in-

I'm just so happy with her now!

(Haha) Your mad cus shes so thin-

 

I'm not destined to be alone

I've been waiting on my own-

Now I start my life, without you!-

I start my life, without being- so blue-...

 

I'm sick and tired of writting sappy love songs

And thinking of you-

I couldn't forget you if you were on my mind...

But I'm better off with her.

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@ Prince Hunter: fair enough.

 

This poem is just a big metaphor. No rhymes.

 

The ocean,

The deep waters within.

How long will it take?

For said ocean to drain?

 

Diving deep...

Deeper and deeper.

Getting closer...

To the edge.

 

Underneath the ocean...

A seperate world.

Not yet discovered,

Yet not a mystery.

 

Once the ocean has drained,

And the water is gone,

There will be no swimming.

It's over.

 

TBQH, this was partially written for the lulz, and partially written because I wanted to make a poem about a metaphor about death.

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They tell me I can't,

That it isn't allowed,

"From the heart! From the heart!"

is their plaintive cry

 

I'm told I mock an art,

that what I write is no good.

Who are they to say?

 

Van Gogh was called a radical,

may I remind thee.

 

"Drink to me,

drink to my health,

you know I can’t drink any more."

Said Picasso,

before death took his soul.

At least,

this is what wikipedia told me.

 

So this I proclaim,

from the corner in my room,

poetry from the stomach,

is just as good as the stuff from the heart.

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Do not mess with it. Don't is one syllable.

 

Crap. I should have been sleeping 7 minutes ago. I AM LOSING MY MIND.

 

Thanks for the fix.

 

They tell me I can't' date='

That it isn't allowed,

"From the heart! From the heart!"

is their plaintive cry

 

I'm told I mock an art,

that what I write is no good.

Who are they to say?

 

Van Gogh was called a radical,

may I remind thee.

 

"Drink to me,

drink to my health,

you know I can’t drink any more."

Said Picasso,

before death took his soul.

At least,

this is what wikipedia told me.

 

So this I proclaim,

from the corner in my room,

poetry from the stomach,

is just as good as the stuff from the heart.

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It has some lulz, but also rebellion.

 

Not being sarcastic, this is the mere image of epic.

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They tell you? Its just me' date=' mate.

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Kitty has been whining about how all poetry has to come from the heart also.

 

Is "poetry from the stomach" a metaphor I did not understand? That means lulzy poems' date=' right?

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More or less. Probably expanded a bit to mean any poem that is more fun; ie, Seuss and Silverstine. Not all poetry has to be srs business to be good.

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