Poetry competition CLOSED 19th December 2014 5:53am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
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Grunge music
anonymouslyhere
Pariah Shadow
Forum Posts: 1633
Pariah Shadow
Dangerous Mind
5
Joined 31st Oct 2013Forum Posts: 1633
Poetry Contest Description
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.
No limit in entry's, more the merrier.
Waterviolet
Forum Posts: 628
Fire of Insight
4
Joined 14th Mar 2014 Forum Posts: 628
I love grunge i will have something for you in awhile
anonymouslyhere
Pariah Shadow
Forum Posts: 1633
Pariah Shadow
Dangerous Mind
5
Joined 31st Oct 2013Forum Posts: 1633
Awesome watervoilet, I look forward to reading what you got.
Anonymous
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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.
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.
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!
(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!
Anonymous
Yes I know, Weird Al Yankovitch did a far better job. Gotta love his weird.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FklUAoZ6KxY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FklUAoZ6KxY
Anonymous
just a bump
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.
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
Forum Posts: 1633
Pariah Shadow
Dangerous Mind
5
Joined 31st Oct 2013Forum Posts: 1633
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.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FklUAoZ6KxY
Dang right man! Respect the weirdness.
anonymouslyhere
Pariah Shadow
Forum Posts: 1633
Pariah Shadow
Dangerous Mind
5
Joined 31st Oct 2013Forum 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
(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
Forum Posts: 1613
Tyrant of Words
34
Joined 8th June 2013Forum Posts: 1613
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
Anonymous
Thanks for the competition, Dark Shadow. Hades, I am glad to see your strong songwriting talent displayed here.