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anthony green. In The Murder Scene Age: 28 Gender: Female Posts: 23325 | hi, my name's hannah. i'm a poet, but i'm mainly a lyricist. i figured i'd probably make one of these threads. so yes. this is where my poems/lyrics go. yay me. |
anthony green. In The Murder Scene Age: 28 Gender: Female Posts: 23325 | I Can't. You love me. Do you swear? Tell me something. Tell me why. Tell me why you're drunk. Why you're angry. Why you hit me when I try to talk. I love you, stop, please. Why do you do this to me? I love you, you love me. Or so you swear. Don't come home drunk. But you do. And I can't stand it. I'm crying. Now you've got a gun. Don't point it at my head. You do. I'm begging. You say to stop crying. I can't. I can't stop. I can't stand it. You pull the trigger. I still love you. |
anthony green. In The Murder Scene Age: 28 Gender: Female Posts: 23325 | serious business. scars won't show through these sleeves tears wait for late at night when we're alone but still surrounded we can't escape we've found our breaking point you can't see what we feel we're tearing off in the wrong direction this razorblade seems the only solution i don't understand why no one understands that this is serious business neither is this trigger the answer to what we need what we feel what we hear inside our heads all we need is just a smile but you can't even you can laugh you can only make this worse we're tearing off in the wrong direction this razorblade seems the only solution i don't understand why no one understands that this is serious business |
Asiah Scott Joining The Black Parade Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 194 | As I have told you before as well, you are a great lyricist Hannah. And the "Serious Business" is one of your best ever. I am sure if you put your hand in poetry, you will be really good at it too. XD |
anthony green. In The Murder Scene Age: 28 Gender: Female Posts: 23325 | thank you sooo much FEUD don't tell me i should get shot don't tell me to go away i don't know what i've done to you why do you act this way? this feud has gone on too far will you please tell me what is wrong? assist me for i'm blind to this can you tell me why you're mad? can you tell me why you're pissed can we please end this? tell me (PLEASE) i was just depressed at best can you blame me for being human? you went so far to call me names hun, you've crossed the line. what the hell? what did i do? talk to me, at least. i've called you just a thousand times but you refuse to answer. pick up the phone call me back tell me what i've done i've messed up, i know that much but please just tell me (PLEASE) i was just depressed at best can you blame me for being human? i was just depressed at best can you blame me for being human? i know i'm stupid i know that much i can't change your mind yell at me all you really want but what happened to forgive and (FORGET)? |
anthony green. In The Murder Scene Age: 28 Gender: Female Posts: 23325 | OUR LITTLE SECRET i said no so many times but you just took advantage i spend my days crying now you can't deny what you did to me. i've got something to say to you. this is all your fault and there was no consent i made it clear but you said "i insist" you threw me down on the floor of that empty room you broke me in two. i told you to stop you told me to keep my mouth shut i refuse to keep this our little secret. why did you hurt me why did you kill me a little inside? i said it once far more than twice i told you no so many times but you did it anyways. i feared for my life now i fear for hers i'm far too young to be giving birth but you took advantage, tell me why? i told you to stop you told me to keep my mouth shut i refuse to keep this our little secret. i said (NO) i told you (STOP) then you said (NO) you wouldn't (STOP) i can't forgive you for this i can't forget what you did and i can't forgive you for this i can't forget what you did now what can i do? |
anthony green. In The Murder Scene Age: 28 Gender: Female Posts: 23325 | i'm surprised i haven't added this one yet. it's one of my favorites out of all i've written. this is my revenge All these bullets are my tears, I've held them back for two long years Now it's time for my revenge, Tell me, what did you intend? I can't take this anymore Soon you'll be bleeding on the floor These are my tears, do you see All the pain that you've caused me? Did you think this would happen When it started way back then No idea what you were doing Revenge is what I'm now pursuing All these bullets are my tears I've held them back for three long years And now you're bleeding on the floor I've shot you down, no life no more This is my revenge (x4) (This is my revenge) All those bullets were my tears I'd held them back for so many years Pulled the trigger, shot us both And now my life I miss the most. |
anthony green. In The Murder Scene Age: 28 Gender: Female Posts: 23325 | i've always wanted to write a poem in french, and i finally got around to it. temps de veille i vous suivre partout. chaque fois que vous le demandez, Je tiens à répondre. il est matin. "réveil," dis-je. "vous serez en retard." "quelle heure est-il?" est somnolent votre réponse. "le temps d'aller." il est bientôt après-midi. i devenir s'ennuyer avec vous. Mais je dois rester. "quelle heure est-il?" vous me demandez. Je vous le dis tranquillement, "temps de rentrer chez eux." maintenant je suis malade de vous. Je vous souhaite d'aller loin. mais je ne peux pas. vous êtes maintenant obsolète. "quelle heure est-il?" la troisième fois aujourd'hui. "temps de dormir», Je vous le dis simplement. je ne peux pas vous plus longtemps. je te déteste. Je vous souhaite allait mourir. si je me tiens sur vous au milieu de la nuit, d'armes à la main. Je vous ai réveillé. "quelle heure est-il?" vous me demandez, sonné. "temps pour vous de mourir. vous êtes allés. je suis libre. i know that makes no sense if you put it in a direct translator, so here's what i put in mine: time watch i follow you everywhere. every time you ask, i must reply. it is morning. "wake up," i say. "you'll be late." "what time is it?" comes your sleepy reply. "time to go." soon it is afternoon. i become bored with you. but i must stay. "what time is it?" you ask me. i tell you quietly, "time to go home." by now i'm sick of you. i wish you to go away. but i cannot. you are obsolete now. "what time is it?" the third time today. "time to sleep," i tell you simply. i can't stand you any longer. i hate you. i wish you would die. so i stand over you in the middle of the night, weapon in hand. i've woken you up. "what time is it?" you ask me, groggy. "time for you to die." you are gone. i am free. |
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