song lyric

Make a poem about a song lyric you enjoy.

Post the lyric that inspired you as well as your poem.

For example

“And now the times are changin'
Look at everything that's come and gone
Sometimes when I play that old six-string
I think about you, wonder what went wrong”

Then poem.

Good luck

The example is really good. Bob Dylan , aint it ?

Bryan Adams

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“I touch your mouth
my willy is food
addicted to love
I'm addicted to you, shit
I kill you once
I kill you again
we're starving and crude
welcome my friends
to the little things that kill...”

(I hope it's okay if I explain a few things. This song is the British band Bush's "Little Things" from their debut album Sixteen Stone. Many thought Bush to be among the best bands of the 90s. The name "Francesca" refers to Francesca Woodman, a photographer who committed suicide at the age of 23. The name "Trent" refers to Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails.)

Sixteen Stone

for Gavin Rossdale

I.

Maybe you’re sitting in open sunlight
with a photo of Francesca’s
wadded in your clenched fist

you’re dreaming of downward flight
ignoring popular theory
of genes and chemicals
trying to pinpoint exactly why
you want to die
why you yearn to trade
this people-congested openness
the world is a nose and humans are its snot
for coldness and silence

pine boxes and the lick of satin
don’t exactly form into the equation
it’s something else you can’t quite
put your finger on

II.

midnight
since you’re a girl you wack off
in shameful silence
summon a faceless phantom
to get that sparkle sugar water
coursing through your veins

or else the bland, remote magic
won’t happen
the pop rock candy that will let spew
something to ease the slate-gray emptiness
eating away your insides

then watching videos on YouTube
the night splinters open like a sore
along with the nostalgia
the music is bleeding
into your galvanized body

how you lived in a shit-Texas town
hopped a plane to Dallas
told your life story to the cabbie
you can still smell his swarthy scent

and you saw Bush play
when Gavin was still young Adonis
sweat dripping from chiseled pecs
girls dropping like flies

the fat goth chick at your side
like you sans Lulu bangs
crying
“he’s finer than Trent,
he’s fucking finer than Trent”

and somewhere in the anguish
something’s bubbling up
this death in life and life in death
the inverse binary that makes
the sickest sense

there’s no sex in your violence

so that one day
all the while
you having thought “bush”
was a wickedly clever innuendo
you learn it’s just British weed
that you’ll never see the swell of the Thames

at that moment you realize
just how fucking old and useless you’ve become

from then on you sleep
with eyes wide open and staring
but still you see nothing
just mumble
over and over

we’re starving and crude

Jesus fuck
fuck it all
yeah that’s it
that’s the ticket

loved your poems toniscales. Very well thought out, impressive.

In a while will the smile
on my face
turn to plaster?
Stick around while the clown
who is sick
does the trick of disaster
For the race of my head
and my face
is moving much faster
Is it strange I should change?
I don't know,
why don't you ask her?

"Neil Young"




A Simple Clown

How i’ve tried to please her
what i got is never enough
so sick of myself
and the disease that limits me
depression has changed
everything i am

my life is a disaster
labeled a simple clown

life is draining hope
stranger who won’t adhere
my blood races
because i’m an addiction
self-medicating
to be whole

my life is a disaster
just a simple clown

all plastic smiles
concealing a frown
i’d take my own life
except i’m afraid to die
you made this desire
and i know nothing now

walking disaster
fragile clown

desperate for change
but it’s all my fault
when you live a lie
eventually you become it
am i a slave to myself
why don’t you ask her?

embracing disaster
i’m just a fucking clown

Damn that was good Dave. So real. Thanks for share.

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"Do I need to see
what eyes cannot bear
Do I need to feel
that nobody cares
for the things I've done
and the things I've learned
are now scars in me..."

--Bel Canto, "Sleep in Deep"

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For the Troops

I have never been a soldier
all I know is the feeling
of returning home unwanted
the perpetual ghost of fear
always at your side

I, too, have seen terrible things
done terrible things
that no one wishes to discuss
that no one seems to care about

how do we return from the fire
and the ashes to this silence

when I was young
I felt I could dress a certain way
and people would know who I was
as if a color would shout to the world
"I am this"

but when I see the camouflage
I instantly breathe its sorrow
its sacrifice
its confusion

and now I've begun to realize
all I've seen
all I've done
all I've loved and hoped for
in this life
will go with me to the grave

but I promise
not with you soldier
we will pray forever
red, white, and blue
forever clouding our vision

and in the silence of morning
we will never forget

This was hard to choose! After much thought I decided Dave’s poem hit me hard. All poems were great and i loved them all so much Thanks to all who entered.

Thanx for hosting, DC. Congrats to Dave and Yudi!