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Backwards

By: Carrie

G
All the things that I wanna write
C
Have been written
G
All the songs that I wanna sing
D
Have been sung,
G
All the things that I wanna say
C
Have been said before
D A Em G
All the things that I wanna do have been done.

G
I wanna fly a kite
A
At night instead of day,
C
I wanna drive a big old truck
D
The opposite way
G
I wanna laugh when I’m sad,
C
And cry when I’m happy and gay
D A
I wanna do what no one’s done
G
Any other day.

G
I wanna wear all my clothes
A
Wear em all inside out,

C
I wanna be real quiet,
D
When everybody else wants to shout
G
I wanna see the stars
C
When everybody else sees the sun
D
I want my day to end
C G
When everybody else’s has begun.

C D
Wouldn’t it be weird, wouldn’t it be funny and strange
A
If everyone thought like this,
G
Slightly deranged.

 

 

Lost Love

By: Alex Tanner

Should I recall those blissful times
When we like climbing flowers entwined;
Our blossoms scented evenings air
As Love and Lust forsook our cares.

Your laugh was soft and gentle,
A butterflies wings in spring,
Dancing on the sunbeams
Enough to make me sing.

Eyes so bright they sparkled
Diamonds on moonlit snow;
Flashing hither and thither
To make my pulse race so.

We held each other gentle
Yet tight so not to break,
Though deep, our love could never last,
Different paths our lives would take.

For fleeting months we tarried,
Each time we met we knew
This may be the last time
For lovers hours are few.

If I love ten thousand women
Tis you I will recall;
You gave yourself so willing,
For your passion I did fall.

On black nights as the wind howls,
As I lie in a bed so cold,
Your soft voice echoes 'cross the years
To warm my lonely soul.

                                                                                                                                         

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Learning to fly!

Seized by a gust of wind
caught by complete surprize,
but he knew enough as well
just to hold on tight!
Up, up and away
heading towards the sky.
Umbrella clenched in death grip
he rose up four feet high.
His mother grabbed his shoe
and pulled him to her side.
Another crazy incident
that could have gone awry!

Welcome

Welcome to my suicide

To the place where I died

Put a hole through my head

A bullet is not why I am dead

Life was a nightmare in a dream

Nothing was what it seemed

Pressure falling on me like a ton

Took all of it until I was done

I tried to find myself a cure

There was only one way I was sure

Now I lay in this grave, dead

Thoughts of me in no one's head

Bonafide

I had a little peanut
I carried in my hand.
Met up with some guy, Peter,
who used it in a brand
of butter.

I had a walking stick
leaning against the wall.
A royal lad named William Mayne
used it to hit a ball
like a putter.

Canned popcorn lid, had I
that fell and became dented.
A war hero named Morrison
tossed it and then invented
the Pluto Platter.

Treated like her

Treated like her, a precious gem,
Adored and cherished, from end to stem.
In her presence, I feel so alive,
Her love like a sweet, soothing dive.

Her touch is like a gentle caress,
In her arms, I find my true rest.
With every whisper, she captivates my heart,
In her eyes, I find my favorite part.

She fills my days with joy and laughter,
With her, I feel like ever after.
Her smile brightens up my world,
In her love, my soul is swirled.

Vampire III

Vampire III

Levitating, He took to the air
and I, with Him, in His arms.
Soon we had arrived at my domicile

we reluctantly parted as I entered.
He bade me, "invite me in." I did so
Retiring to my private bed chamber.

our eyes met in a fathomless depth
His face contorted...smile changing
lips parting, as He drew me in...

White as snow, fangs extruding
biting down hard on my tender neck
I swooned with the shock of it all!

ARE WE THERE YET

ARE WE THERE YET

None will know the answer, I’ll bet
They say that we’ll all be in Paradise
But it’s been some time getting there
Despite our long and fractured history
Why does the future remain a mystery
Tell me if we all will be left in despair
Or will we all have a roll of the dice
As all are still asking, are we there yet

SPRING CHILL

Fresh mint green lawns
A black silk feathered bird
hopping On delicate
springs

Tangerine beaked bill
seeking out it's next meal

Cloud birds on wings
of symphony travelling
from the pop stars of the
trees

filling into the dome of
Electric blue skies a
bone warming blissfulness.

Bright blades of golden
sunshine massaging
the backs of peaceful
gardens.

True North

Love had made mistakes.
More than I care to mention.
So, I didn’t see you coming.

The one that stood Idly by,
waiting for me to notice
the direction on my compass
pointing right there at you.

I just wanna…:;( Blakkout)

In the depths of night, when darkness reigns,
I just wanna blakkout, release these chains.
Let shadows dance and whispers grow,
A symphony of secrets only I know.

Blackout the noise, the chaos, the fear,
Embrace the solitude, let it draw near.
In the realm of shadows, I find my peace,
Where shadows linger and silence doesn't cease.

I just wanna blakkout, fade into the night,
Where dreams are wild and stars shine bright.
In the cover of darkness, I am free,
To explore, to create, to simply be.

Vampire II

Pacing the paved path as,
I had done the previous night
awaiting my dark acquaintance.

It was moon rise when He appeared
He bade me to sit on the white bench.
Taking my hand to assist me.

I sat, my eyes taking Him in,
Tall, about six foot four, and pale,
with the most piercing green eyes.

I'd had warning not to look too deep
into the pits of Hell, smoldering.
but I was not glamoured by sight!

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