Redacted.
Tens of feet slam against rain covered ground and the shroud of the shadow dawns nearer
A chance, a hope, in the soft purple haze of the smoke that clouds all their mirrors
We run and we run because we are unlucky, untaught and protected no more
See the lucky ones live day to day without any idea of our daily horror
I’d say it all started that one fateful week when all of our faces went slack
We had opened our books and to our surprise the words were all slathered in black
“How can we read this?” we cried in outrage as we pummeled their doors, just to think
They felt as if they were in any position to relieve us of paper and ink
Soon they were coming down streets to collect, to tear away husbands and wives
Only those who’d memorized every book were allowed to then live out their lives
An impossible task for the regular mass, but for those who had practiced from birth
They assumed that this all was just all for the best, a cleansing of Idiot Earth
As soon as the government told us “redacted” we started to run and we hid
All the while longing for comfort in pages the very same people forbid
They hunted us down, killed us off one by one ‘til the tens of us here are what’s left
Of all of the people whose knowledge was taken from them by the government’s theft
So now our feet slam against rain covered ground and they grab someone slow from behind
And ask him if he can remember the words that they had deprived from his mind
Of course the man failed so swiftly they killed as the rest of us went on to hide
We are the unlucky, untaught while the lucky and taught ones are smiling wide
(Thanks! It took a while to get the phrasings to fit the rhythm.)
Cliffless
Black is the sun as it is setting
Black are the raindrops as they fall
Black are the dreams I dream, forgetting
Black stars don't shine bright at all
What if I fall, what if I die
What if I see, what if I cry
What if I jump right off a cliff
What if I fly?
Dirty water, dirty tongue
Dirty places, dirty feet
Dirty lyrics, dirty song
Dirty food, but try to eat
If everyone was not so frantic
If they would just leave me alone
If I could find my own semantics
If I could burn my blood and bones
Choking me with my own tongue
Choking me with my own veins
Choking me and I can't run
Choking me with scarlet stains
What if I fall, what if I die
What if I see, what if I cry
What if I jump right off a cliff
What if I fly?
The night I woke up
I want to go back to sleep
I can't go back to sleep.
Oh wow, that's beautiful. You did a really good job of creating a sense of frantic restlessness and malcontentedness.
(Just finished this yesterday, it's meant to be a song)
Puke
Sorry for making this storm
For pretending I was a worm
For all the hope that I've undone
Maybe now you'll turn and run
Anytime I want to go
Inside my heads clouds release snow
My eyes go bright and I can't see
I only know I want to be
Someone else
Take me ay
Something else
To sunny day
Somewhere else
To empty sky
Somebody else
Then I'll try to fl
I'm sorry for the things I missed
For not making the social list
For all the worlds I threw away
Wadded up and didn't say
Sorry for things I didn't try
The things I should've, couldn't lie
Sorry I just couldn't trade
It was a different game I played
(Help
Now we don't
It's just a game
Waiting to depart
Help)
Don't you try to fit me in
Your schedule I will not go sin
I'll just sit here and try to look
Like I'm writing my stupid book
Now I'm alone inside my heads
I stare at filth atop my bed
Think a bit and stroke my uke
Then try again to make it puke
Up words in my brain
Take me ay
Up stars in my rain
To sunny day
Up hope in my name
To empty sky
But it's not the same
Then I'll say goodb
(I don't know…the person who started the thread is deleted. I don't think it matters.)
The Desert's Child
There’s a song in my
Lungs
And it begs to be released with
Every
Shaky
Breath
I look up at
The mango expanse tinged with
Cotton and
Lilac
It is home
It is the granules of air
So thick in my eyes that
Light reflects off of every
Particle
It clogs up my nose
It smells of wet earth and
I breathe the darkening
Cotton into my veins
My lungs shake once more
I do not cough
It is not that sort of shake
The song cries against its
Restraints and I
Continue to hold it back
A tear
Dusty
Not salty like
A human’s falls on
My head
And rolls
Down
The tarnished gold that lays
Atop it
It is time
The song is burning but
I cannot be the
One to let it out
An electric being reaches
Its finger down to the
Earth
A voice deep
Like a gods’ cuts through my
Other senses and
As the sky sobs
My song I must not
Sing with
It I can’t
My lungs are aching full of
Dust and a diminishing
Light
The desert is singing my song
To me and for me while
I stand there mute and
Silenced by its chaotic
Serenity
It is my home and
I am its child
It nurtures me as I dwindle
I capsize with a
Finality
My lungs trembling once
More before
Deciding
Never to
Move again
(Amazing)
(Thank you!!! And I loved your song! Do you have any music for the lyrics yet?)
(Not this one. I'm trying to figure out how sad I should make the tune. And I just started learning ukelele so I don't know many of the chords yet :P)
(I see! Good luck and have fun with making it!)
(Thanks, this is the only one I have music for) (Chords are A, Am, A, C, A, Am, A, C, then G, D, G, D, G, Gm, Gflatm, A for the chorus :) In other words, a pretty happy tune)
Peace
Angles up above in heaven
Took me down from my cold stance
Reminded me of what I'm given
Burned up all my painful plans
But I know I'm going back again
Back to heaven and hell
Back to simple inescape
Back to being well
It terrifies me to think of other
Ways to die than suicide
Passing alone, screaming for mother
Why's that my joy, why's that my pride?
(chorus)
Something went so wrong inside me
Something nobody would think
Of a girl who wouldn't flee
A ship if it's about to sink('if all the rats are fake' whispered at the same time)
(chorus)
(bridge)
Burning my bridges
All is well
Sinking my ships
All is well
Praise the Lord Almighty
All is well
(chorus x 2)
