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This is where the story ends... || MODERATOR [23 Jan 2005|12:50pm]

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(Pen Against The Paper)

*Mod // Promotion [28 Dec 2004|12:14pm]

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(Pen Against The Paper)

[26 Dec 2004|12:04am]

doctordandy
Narcotic Altar Alteration
Why must we alter our minds?
Why must we get something higher?
What's this need to escape this rind?
Is there one drug user who is all dandy, all fine?
Ah, my friend, the answer is simple,
And the answer is nein.

(Pen Against The Paper)

[24 Dec 2004|11:50am]

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Everybody's Enmity [19 Dec 2004|12:29pm]

doctordandy
When everybody is everybody
Everybody is nobody
Nobody speaks out
Until somebody thinks aloud
Somebody rises up
Somebody takes the throne
Everybody sinks low
And then somebody speaks out,
Everybody screams and shouts
E'rybody morphs to nobody
Nobody is condoned
Everybody is unbodied,
Then everybody is alone.

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I conceitfully say that this is beautiful. Just thought of it a bit ago. [11 Dec 2004|01:20pm]

doctordandy
The brightness of life is relative to that of one's eyes.

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weight of the words [11 Dec 2004|03:01am]

unlockthestars
Don't know if I have ever posted this here or not.. I just added the bottom half. I am proud of this one. I hope you like it too. let me know what you think.



I felt the wieght of stones
being placed upon my back
I could hear my hollow bones
as they began to crack
and crimson slowly trickled
from the windows of my soul
I feared that all was lost
I could not gain control

I heard a voice calling me
from where I did not know
I could feel that voice screaming
you have to gain control
Then somehow I grew stronger
as if it was my fate
to push the stones beside me
the screaming voice, my hate

(4 Words I've Written |Pen Against The Paper)

This is really crappy, but I gotta stay active. I seriously hate this. [06 Dec 2004|02:41pm]

doctordandy
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This is definitely one of the best pieces I have written in a while [01 Dec 2004|08:34am]

doctordandy
I've been trying to better my metaphor and simile use. I think I did that well in this one. A symbolism that is in the end is noon. I've been using it a lot lately... Noon is the brightest part of the day. However, it indicates things are going to darken soon. The end of it is just elaborating on how we've reached our peak and there's nowhere to go but back down.

So Soon
I refuse to drink
As it only feeds the tears
I refuse to eat
As it's theft from the hungry

Join my gentle protest, my friends.
Bombs are the priority.
Don't you fucking get it?
They don't care about you anymore,
The world is gone and all there is money and war
You really still think there is a future?
What the hell are we surviving for?
If children dictate our path,
We are never ever going to last.
They're being fed violence from birth
Guns and sex are more prominant than literature
What happened to their suspenseful union?
Humans, I suppose, are just destined to fail.
However, there is no destiny but death
And still, Human choice and mind always prevails
Although our morals are outdated
Hear that sound? That bass-filled pound?
That was the door slamming shut,
And the windows are sealed and bullet proof.
We made them that way. Can't you fucking hear me?
We made them that way, out of fear.
Fear of ourselves. What kind of monster have we become?
We've turned into some bloodthirsty creature,
Blood coarsing with stupidity and drugs.
Their suspenseful union looms.
We're fucking doomed.
The ice caps are migrating. Their frozen mastodons roam again.
The ice age has already returned -
Not the one from global warning,
Not the one on regular schedule.
This one is different. This one is mental.
Everyone is cold. I'm shivering. I'm quaking.
I'm filled with fright. The wind intensifies at night.
I can't fucking see the light.
The door already closed, didn't you hear it?
It was just about an hour ago,
And none of us know how to disarm the bomb.

Two keys jammed into their whorish sockets.
The complex rumbles. It gives life to the rocket.
Mother Earth lets out from her womb a projectile filled to the brim with death.
She's falling under. She's up to her neck in cannibals.
She gave birth to a baby. It was quite confused about life.
It crawled right back into her womb.
The world ended that day at noon.

(Pen Against The Paper)

SHOWCASE: Against Me [29 Nov 2004|10:08pm]

doctordandy
These lyrics are NOT written by me. They are from a band called Against Me. I highly suggest them. This song means a lot to me...

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