Poetry competition CLOSED 19th December 2014 5:53am
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Anonymous
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Grunge music

anonymouslyhere
Pariah Shadow
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 31st Oct 2013
Forum Posts: 1633

Poetry Contest

Basic just give your best effort at a grunge song
So here are the rules, just write as if you were writing a grunge classic, songs must be titled, if they are inspired by a specific song you can put a link to it or tell which song, but it doesn't have to be inspired by one song. Just be creative and weird, cause that's what grunge lyrics are! Not sure how good participation will be cause I don't know how many people 'round here are into grunge so it might not be a hard comp to win, my work days are a bit strange so I could be two or three days late telling a winner.
No limit in entry's, more the merrier.

Waterviolet
Fire of Insight
Canada 4awards
Joined 14th Mar 2014
Forum Posts: 628

I love grunge i will have something for you in awhile

anonymouslyhere
Pariah Shadow
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 31st Oct 2013
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Awesome watervoilet, I look forward to reading what you got.

poet Anonymous

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poet Anonymous

Grunge Crunge


Four cracked walls are as pasty as my tired face
Can't seem to get rid of the filth in this place
I'm wallowing in your mud of footprints' stamped
Skull full of sick snakes, like a trash can cramped.

House cold as a slammer and I'm chained to your choke
Your cigarette ashes my stars and your smoke
of disgust warps the shadows as I bow at your feet,
Kicked like a dog and denied any meat.

I need a jackhammer to clean up your grime
You floss your grin, flicking from sharp pick the slime,
Smearing multi-split mirror like tar spit lipstick.
Kiss me deadly quick and I'll get over it.

I clean up your puke from the toilet with toil
It needs to be nuked, and the bubbles still boil
You follow up with a piss while scrub brush is still warm
Say you're helping to kill the mad germ swarm

Your blood fingerprints write my poem on the wall
The ghostly cockroaches on closed curtains crawl
Too many days of craze in this grave pit
Kiss me deadly quick so I can get over it.



poet Anonymous

Munkey Seize Munkey Doo


(sung to tune of "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana)

My grass is long, my rope is short
I’m hitting low and hard the snort
High as the crow flies from the bush
Bum buzz will knock me on my tush

Hellhole hellhole hellhole How now
Let’s roll Let’s roll let’s roll brown cow
Who needs a lyricist to rhyme?
we slur our words in songs all the time.

Our mayhem stems from what’s in hand
white donut powder 50 grand
We light our matches and get burned
The spoon or knife?  It’s now your turn.

Hellhole hellhole hellhole How now
Let’s roll Let’s roll let’s roll brown cow
Who needs a lyricist to rhyme?
we slur our words in songs all the time.


Yeah, we could sell you our shit
and tell you it’s fudge!

poet Anonymous

Yes I know, Weird Al Yankovitch did a far better job. Gotta love his weird.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FklUAoZ6KxY

poet Anonymous

just a bump

poet Anonymous

Bodark


Give me a handful of dirt to call my own,
something to kick at when I’m alone.
Red flowers bleed best when hung on grave cross.
Bury me deeply in casket of your heart,
Absent in mind; til death do us part.
Ash can of memories, scattered loss.

Hole in the ground
Hole in the sky
Let the ash seal out the light
Hole in the bucket
Hole where I lie
Let the dirt hide me from sight.

Give me a bucket to hold in the rain,
Something to kick at in my pain.
Give me your sharp scythe to cut off my howls
Bear you my wolf eye as badge on your breast
Throw in that pail wherein my head rests
And toss my bowels to the fowls.

Hole in the ground
Hole in the sky
Let the ash seal out the light
Hole in the bucket
Hole where I lie
Let the dirt hide me from sight.


anonymouslyhere
Pariah Shadow
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 31st Oct 2013
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HollyDove said:Yes I know, Weird Al Yankovitch did a far better job. Gotta love his weird.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FklUAoZ6KxY


Dang right man! Respect the weirdness.

anonymouslyhere
Pariah Shadow
Dangerous Mind
United States 5awards
Joined 31st Oct 2013
Forum Posts: 1633

HollyDove said:Munkey Seize Munkey Doo


(sung to tune of "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana)

My grass is long, my rope is short
I’m hitting low and hard the snort
High as the crow flies from the bush
Bum buzz will knock me on my tush

Hellhole hellhole hellhole How now
Let’s roll Let’s roll let’s roll brown cow
Who needs a lyricist to rhyme?
we slur our words in songs all the time.

Our mayhem stems from what’s in hand
white donut powder 50 grand
We light our matches and get burned
The spoon or knife?  It’s now your turn.

Hellhole hellhole hellhole How now
Let’s roll Let’s roll let’s roll brown cow
Who needs a lyricist to rhyme?
we slur our words in songs all the time.


Yeah, we could sell you our shit
and tell you it’s fudge!



That was awesome!!!! You have inspired a new comp

HadesRising
Tyrant of Words
United States 34awards
Joined 8th June 2013
Forum Posts: 1613

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GLASS WALLS AND BLOODY HANDS

I heard you talking shit
Inside your glass houses
Where you can throw your stones
From the safety of your brittle home
Criticize a broken man
Well, goddamn these tired hands
I can tell you I’ve had it rough
Have I not suffered enough?

Laceration, you cut me wide open
Observation, you peel my eyes wide open

With bloody hands I’m pounding now
The walls come tumbling down

To break me, I’ll have to fall
But know, I’ll take you all
It is a long way down
And we will plummet without a sound
Slandering an honest man
Well, goddamn these bleeding hands
What is at the end of the line
A personal Hell that’s mine?

Degradation, my flaws are wide open
Condemnation, you show my shame wide open

With bloody hands I’m pounding now
The walls come tumbling down

And every night
You show me
Tender mercies
To make me
Love you again
Just to tear me
Back down again

I can see you watching me
As I’m slowly drowning
And I reach my hand out
I feel it growing, a seed of doubt
So, who here is righteous, man?
Well, goddamn these bastard hands
How is the view from glass walls
When I’m throwing stones at you all?

Degradation, my flaws are wide open
Condemnation, you show my shame wide open
Laceration, you cut me wide open
Observation, you peel my eyes wide open

With bloody hands I’m pounding now
The walls come tumbling down

poet Anonymous

Thanks for the competition, Dark Shadow. Hades, I am glad to see your strong songwriting talent displayed here.

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