http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/ Share your stories, poems, and lyrics here. en Mon, 20 May 2013 19:44:54 GMT vBulletin 60 http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/images_ast/misc/rss.png http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/ http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38935&goto=newpost Sat, 11 May 2013 17:49:22 GMT I’ll follow you to the edge of night Where we can swim among the moons lasting light and dance as the nebula sings a song to the blackbirds... I’ll follow you to the edge of night
Where we can swim among the moons
lasting light and dance as the nebula sings a
song to the blackbirds delight

Far past this day, I swear by sight
this letter I sent burned by the fire
of your eyes

Rain washes away the touch with pain
as these tears fall down forever

Enfolded in wings of the sky
Emerged from within
a dragon is born ]]> Writers Block Dragondust http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38935 http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38904&goto=newpost Mon, 29 Apr 2013 19:22:01 GMT Hard to the touch Surfaces to be unbroken as the blood runs cold No heartbeat within to become like a diamond just around the edges Under... Hard to the touch
Surfaces to be unbroken
as the blood runs cold

No heartbeat within
to become like a diamond
just around the edges

Under this pressure
I break shattered
pieces of a diamond

What was unbreakable
shatters now everywhere ]]> Writers Block Dragondust http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38904 http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38842&goto=newpost Tue, 09 Apr 2013 01:08:25 GMT Once you were here, and once you were there. Many times before, you were out somewhere. Fading to the dark, where things tend to disappear. The... Once you were here, and once you were there.
Many times before, you were out somewhere.
Fading to the dark, where things tend to disappear.
The story of your life is like living in constant fear.

Out of all your reasons, you try find a way past my heart.
You change like the seasons, realized that we’ve grown apart.

You’ve become nothing but a whisper, as you flown right past me.
We had memories to share, but it was not meant to be.

Forgetting what we did, forgetting what we had.
The thought of our past, really is too sad.
There are no more chances, to turn things around.
Not possible, since you ran us to the ground.

Out of all you reasons, you try to undo the entire past.
You change like the seasons, life runs way too fast.

You’ve become nothing but a whisper, as you flown right past me.
We had memories to share, but it was not meant to be.

Whooaaaahhh x4

The past is nothing but a whisper, only the future speaks loud enough to hear.
Not going back to the trauma, I rather live in despair . x2

Whooaaaahhh x4 ]]> Writers Block Fury99 http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38842 http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38805&goto=newpost Mon, 01 Apr 2013 05:23:23 GMT Here's something I've written recently. It's somewhat personal, and I would greatly appreciate any type of feedback, whether you love it or not, please let me know! :)

Helium
When suns fade, and ashes fall apart
When lives give their never ending hearts
To take it all away, I'd rather not have found them
But where would I have gone, a winding path with one deadly end

My mind, it caves inside me
My hate, it taunts behind me
My strength, it fights against me
What would you do?
What could I do?

Once we're drawn together
Not a soul will tear us part
We fly up, against the odds
Souring through the clouds

And as we fall down under
You're lost and I am found
No one to bring us closer
Steady winds shall keep their mark

When suns, fade and ashes fall apart
When lives, give their never ending hearts
To take it all away, I'd rather not have found them
But where would I have gone, a winding path with one deadly end ]]> Writers Block Isadore http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38805 http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38804&goto=newpost Mon, 01 Apr 2013 03:53:10 GMT When I was done writing, I forgot that I wanted to really be focused on one project at a time. So, I will now commence production on my first... When I was done writing, I forgot that I wanted to really be focused on one project at a time. So, I will now commence production on my first official album. I kinda consider it to be an independent release so it is nothing big. This is to basically give you a sense of direction for each track. This album will be very diverse so there will be only a few people that will like the album as a whole, which I don't mind considering that this will have a very mixed collection of genres.

TRIBUTE TO CHAMPIONS: hip hop
FATE AND DESTINY: reggae/reggaeton
THE BOOM: dubstep
I KNOW YOU: pop
MY OWN WAY: trance
FIGHT FOR SO LONG: world music
ON THE LAST DAY: folk, progressive rock
LOST INSIDE: blues, jazz
RISEN: funk, swing
BREAKING THE SILENCE: techno, rave
ALONE: contemporary r&b
APEX PREDATOR: electronica, punk rock
SURVIVOR: soul, Motown
NEVER BACK DOWN: classical

This is a very interesting project that I am working hard on as well as the fact that I listen to this kind of music everyday, but it is hard because of work and college so I'm trying to get this underway. Leave opinions and comments as well as suggestions because I'm always improving myself. Thanks as always!!!! ]]> Writers Block Fury99 http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38804 http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38776&goto=newpost Wed, 27 Mar 2013 02:22:38 GMT One of my first songs I've written and this is nowhere near complete, I would like feedback!

"Unify"

As the sunlight reaches the sky
And you think that you're gonna die
A gun and a memory keeps you alive
This misery kills you on the inside

The feeling that you'll never see them again
They fake a smile, but you can't pretend
You're wife, you're daughter, they shed a tear
The last thing you wanted is for them to disappear

[Pre Chorus:]
Now this melody is all that is left
Bring on the chorus to save all the rest

[Chorus:]
Unite us
We fight for the red white and blue
Unite us
We fight for the only thing that is true
We are protectors of creation
Brothers of a nation
Unite us

You never thought it would be as bad as it seems
Was this really your greatest dream
You had always thought about the honor, the glory
But everyone will eventually forget your story

Thinking about all the things that you regret
Everything that you should always forget
It comes back like a haunting photo
That painful memory from way long ago

[Pre Chorus:]
Now this melody is all that is left
Bring on the chorus to save all the rest

[Chorus:]
Unite us
We fight for the red white and blue
Unite us
We fight for the only thing that is true
We are protectors of creation
Brothers of a nation
Unite us

[Bridge]
Bring out the sick, the poor,
the wounded from the battleground
The lonely, the sad,
those hiding in the underground
So I will sing you this song
To bring you back to the place
Where you all belong

Unify us!
Unify us!
Unify us!
Unify those in their broken state

Unify
We fight for the red white and blue
Unify
We fight for the only thing that is true
We are protectors of creation
Brothers of a nation
Unify us ]]> Writers Block HybridTheory360 http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38776 http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38764&goto=newpost Sun, 24 Mar 2013 05:31:15 GMT Absolution

White Widow 'till I whiteout
an absence of doubt
feelings, emotions, crumpled, tossed out
vision blurred by white lines
too far gone to drive
drowning white guilt with White Russian
am I alive
self-preservation keeps telling me to swerve, strike a nerve
self-esteem pushes me to strive for less than I deserve
as my conscience asks why I think such things
is it 'cause I hate myself or love my dreams
nightmares, sly smiles mask mute screams
this is my affliction, can you cull the disease

I wake up a victim, my cycle of masochism
this schism is a carnal cataclysm
a white mouse for your ill-gotten cures
drug me, rape me, please just take what's yours
leave the cage open, as if I would dare
hold me down, don't let go, thousand yard stare
affinity for white lies, on my knees for communion
red wine and bitter white absolution

swallowing the sorrow, wallowing in woe
a shower of tears, I'm caught in the undertow
slit wrists, pale lips, heart cold and bare
drops of blood pooled by grief and despair
I fueled a pyre, took my place at the stake
sacrificial wretch for impiety oh so fake
senses sterilized but it's all for naught
priceless epiphanies bought but untouched by train of thought
pining melancholia finally numb
idol all the boys run to as the rush comes

love is like picking a white rose in full bloom
I'm a little girl licking clean an open wound
white dove in hand, I receive all the blame
waiting for shame to relieve all the pain

waiting for shame to relieve all the pain
waiting for shame to relieve all the pain ]]> Writers Block sotrix http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38764 http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38750&goto=newpost Wed, 20 Mar 2013 02:42:20 GMT This is my eighth collection entitled, Only The Voice Within. This album incorporates acoustic elements as well as cinematic ones. These songs appear... This is my eighth collection entitled, Only The Voice Within. This album incorporates acoustic elements as well as cinematic ones. These songs appear to be longer than usual so it will be very poetic and great to listen to. Here is the track listing.

1. Sometimes I Wonder
2. Transitions
3. All Around Me
4. Falling Down
5. High Above The Ground
6. New Moon
7. Spirit
8. Never See The End Of Day
9. Time Will Tell
10. Self Reliance
11. Harmony
12. World At Peace

This is going to be my last collection as I will begin to produce instrumentals and lyrics to these songs starting with my first collection, Legacy Of Origin. Leave any comments and opinions about this collection and my future submissions going foreword. ]]> Writers Block Fury99 http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38750 http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38697&goto=newpost Wed, 06 Mar 2013 00:02:18 GMT A little something I wrote to go along with one of my songs called "Forget Me".

A few years ago a man told his friend that he was to be the godfather of his child. They lived too far away from each other for the friend to actually meet his godson but he thought one day eventually he would. Then things changed and the two friends developed a hatred for one another. Neither wanted anything to do with the other...yet both still had that little bit of hope that maybe things could get better somewhere down the line.

Eventually the man decided to be the bigger person and sought out his friend, the godfather of his child. He gave his friend a picture of the young boy who was no longer an infant. That was the first time the friend had ever seen his godson. One would think that this could be the opening needed for that friendship to renew. Unfortunately life doesn't always have a happy ending. His friend was too stubborn and full of anger to listen to anything he said. "Just forget me" he said to him and so eventually he did. He named someone else the godfather of his child. The child's middle name was the same as his friends and so an explanation was given, "you were named after one of my friends who passed away". Did he say it just like that? I don't know...but that was what the kid was told.

How could two people who were such close friends end up like this? At least one of them asks himself that all the time but can never really formulate a real answer. The friend always had that lingering hope that maybe one day the kid would grow up and would want to meet his godfather. Despite his anger and outward hatred towards his friend he still clung onto that hope. Now it's gone. Both sides are at fault and maybe one is more at fault than the other. I'd ask you to decide but there are details I'm just not willing to give.

I told you to forget me and you did. Now I'll never meet my godson. ]]> Writers Block Rahat http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38697 http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38606&goto=newpost Thu, 14 Feb 2013 01:54:37 GMT A little early this time. This is my seventh collection entitled, Enter The Tribal. This is similar to my last collection only the song structuring... A little early this time. This is my seventh collection entitled, Enter The Tribal. This is similar to my last collection only the song structuring is a little more generic but the experimentation is more in depth. The sound is a little aggressive also. I had a lot of fun writing this album. Here is the track listing.

1. Travectio
2. Colossus
3. Law Of The Infected
4. Eastern Sun
5. The Ruins
6. Scorched Earth
7. Alpha
8. Darkest Element
9. Stone To Steel
10. Strike Down
11. Territory Attack
12. T.M.I.H.
13. X-Ecution
14. Ground Zero

Let me know what you think of this. My creative mind is expanding so I can produce a lot more. ]]> Writers Block Fury99 http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38606 http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38589&goto=newpost Mon, 11 Feb 2013 19:05:15 GMT So I think this story is a piece of shit and I hate it. It's aimless rambling with a vague setting but its also kind of relative at the moment. Some abstract thought I've been wanting to get out. Which is where the title comes from.

I awoke on a snowy beach. Lips blue, breath thick in the air. I sat up and sighed at the loss of another dream. Another dream ending in self destruction. They always felt so real, but never real enough. There's always a sense of a sort of two dimensionalism. But then again so did this place. I wasn't sure what was real anymore. I looked out at the water. It stopped at the horizon yet it was infinite, and it made me think if there was anything past this. Made me wonder if this too was just a figment. I heard light footsteps in the sand behind me. A girl walked by, she wasn't real. Just a mannequin, a model I created for use in my imagination. She was meant to keep me company but only made it all the more lonely. Only made me long for someone capable of question or thought... God damn it's cold here. I walked over to her. No heat, no scent, no emotion. Maybe one day I would wake and she would be real. Until then I guess I would just keep walking through this ethereal wasteland. Only stopping to sleep and dream of some far off place. Maybe one day they wouldn't end in self destruction. Maybe one day it wouldn't end. Maybe I was looking in the wrong places. Looking to the outside seemed so expansive, so infinite. If there even was an outside. But looking inside seemed so finite. So claustrophobic. And then there's this God forsaken place. Don't even know what to fucking call it. I just know it seemed like there was no fucking escape. Trying to find some sort of existential purpose here was pointless. Kind of ironic really. Never thought in my search for existentialism I would only find pure nihilism. God, if there was a God, he was truly a sadist. Up there watching me squirm in this ant farm. Maybe I am God, a lost creator with nothing better to do then to wander, create and destroy. I suppose you can't find something that's lost if you know where you are. ]]> Writers Block Pidgeon http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38589 http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38561&goto=newpost Wed, 06 Feb 2013 04:15:37 GMT A short one that came up after sometime of writers block

What does it mean to take another man's life. To me it meant one thing, honor. And as I swung my mighty axe back I felt Odin's rage coursing through veins. I looked deep into the eyes of the puny mortal in front me. Bloody and feeble. I let out a godly roar and brought forth my axe and split his fucking head in half as though it were made sheep's wool. The warm blood now on my face. I pulled my monstrous weapon out of his head, brains gurgling, bone crunching. I looked around me at the bloodied field. Bodies littered the land. The stench of death pungent in the air. I closed my eyes and took in the sweet scent of rotting corpse. I looked at my axe dulled and stained. You could no longer see the carving of Sutr's name on the blade. I rose my weapon and gave praise to my god of war. Thousands of lives taken in the name of Odin. ]]> Writers Block Pidgeon http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38561 http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38560&goto=newpost Wed, 06 Feb 2013 02:54:10 GMT Sing with the fire as it burns through daylight Dance with the sun as it drowns in the night By this time in the yesterday you’ll know the... Sing with the fire
as it burns through
daylight

Dance with the sun
as it drowns in the night

By this time in the
yesterday you’ll know
the way the wind moves
and how the pale stars echo
far past the skyline

Listen close to the storm
as my sadness falls
Sounding off in order
one by one

My madness floats
in like a breeze on a
frozen day as
your love leaves
my soul like it
did again the other day
only to creep back in
like a stealthy thief that
lost his crown to a beggar
on the street ]]> Writers Block Dragondust http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38560 http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38545&goto=newpost Mon, 04 Feb 2013 00:39:11 GMT It's a bit depressing and it doesn't make sense. But eh xD


The ground is crumbling at my feet
I will soon fall into the deep
The abyss will consume me
And I will cease to be

There is still a light of hope
That will keep me falling down this slope
A love that comes true
And that would be you

I just stop to think
And it feels like I'm about to shrink
When those pierces eyes
See through the lies

The lies of my life
Goes trough me like a knife
It hurts me down to my bones
And I stiffen like a bunch of stones

But I hope that one day
You will see me and say
That you feel the same way
So I can cease to pray ]]> Writers Block Liz http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38545 http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38525&goto=newpost Thu, 31 Jan 2013 06:21:24 GMT This is a poem.
It's not a regular poem.
It's a poem written from the heart,
rather than from the mind.
It isn't going to make sense to most of you,
but that's OK.
Poems don't need to make sense to everyone.
If they did,
there would never be any discussion in your literature classes.
However,
I feel as though this poem will make less sense if you don't know the full story.
There's one person here who,
for all intents and purposes,
should remember the story upon reading this poem;
but, if he doesn't,
that's OK, too;
I don't expect him to.
He's got other things to worry about, you know;
I mean, he does have to run this Web site.
If he didn't,
we'd have nowhere to post.
Well,
anyway,
this is a poem.
It's not a regular poem.
(I feel like I already said that, don't you?)
There's this girl...
She's beautiful.
Nothing compares to her,
and I don't think anything ever will.
There's a wholesome beauty about her that I don't think will ever be matched.
(Well, unless you count Jennifer Lawrence.)
Her eyes are... an amazing shade of green,
and looking into them is like looking into the most beautiful forest you've ever seen.
Her hair is golden like the sunlight at noon,
and when you look away, you've looked away too soon.
She's got a smile that can brighten your day,
and I've seen it dozens of times, so listen to what I've got to say.
(I'm sorry; that seemed kind of pushy, didn't it?)
Anyway,
this is a poem.
It's not a regular poem.
(Hm. I feel like we've heard that before.)
Her personality is akin to setting off fireworks inside a water balloon:
she's all-at-once fiery,
but she'll soothe all your wounds.
I've never experienced it,
but I'm sure her touch is gentle.
(I've also never experienced this,
but I'm sure she's an BEAST in the SHEETS.
D'you see how I made that rhyme?
Shut up.
Fuck you.
This is my poem.
Don't judge me.)
I've wasted a lot of time in my life...
None more so than the time I spent NOT pursuing this girl.
I could've had her,
if I wanted her;
and God knows I wanted her.
Before you ask,
this attraction wasn't sexual--
at least, not at first.
The thing that attracted me to her were those emerald green eyes,
and her intoxicating smile.
Even though I never talked to her,
I found myself becoming defensive when people would discuss what they wanted to "do to her."
It was infuriating that someone as amazing as this should be subject to these comments.
As I've gotten older,
I've learned that the hesitation is what ruins all your chances.
To be sure, they've ruined mine.
I don't think I've got a chance in hell with her,
and I don't ever expect to.
If I do, though,
you can be sure she'll be treated like a princess.
If she tells me she needs to let down her hair,
then let down her hair she shall;
if she tells me she needs to go on a magic carpet ride,
then on a magic carpet right she shall go;
if she tells me she wants a bite out of that extremely suspicious apple we just found lying around on the ground,
well,
that's where I'll draw the line,
I suppose.
Anyway,
this is a poem.
It's not a regular poem.
(Hmmm.)
I'm not sure what I wanted to accomplish with this,
other than to get it off my chest that I've never lost feelings for my first real crush.
Not a day goes by that I don't think of her,
and I'd love to think that she feels the same way,
but I know she doesn't.
If there was one thing I could say to her,
it would be this:
I'm sorry I never approached you;
I'm sorry I never at least had the courage to say hello;
I'm sorry that any sort of potential relationship never worked out on the sole basis that I was too much of a chicken-shit to talk to you.
I'm sorry.
Look on the bright side, though:
No matter who you're with,
no matter what you're going through,
you'll always have a secret admirer.
That's pretty cool, right?
Constance:
I love you.
It might not be mutual...
Actually, scratch that--
I KNOW it's not mutual...
Anyway,
this is a po--
Ha-ha,
just kidding.
Anyway,
this is a poe--
FUCK.
I don't know how to go on now...
Every time I've said "anyway,"
I've followed it with "this is a poem."
I've got to find some way to break this chain...
Let's see...
Hm...
Anywho,
(I DID IT!)
Constance:
I love you,
and I know you don't love me,
but I'd like to think that,
in an alternate reality somewhere,
I was man enough to talk to you ten years ago,
and, to this day,
we're still happily together.
That thought alone makes me smile,
and is enough for me to carry on. ]]> Writers Block Will http://www.lpassociation.com/forums/showthread.php?t=38525