The Entries (I'm Sorry)

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    Heavy is the Louis

    Heavy is the Louis No really, we are so back. LPA Team

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    Somebody pin this.

    I feel like such an idiot.

    I am horribly late on posting up the entries. To make it somewhat worse, there are only 5 entries. Thanks to those who did enter. There will be no top 3. There will only be a 1st place winner, since there are just 5 entries. Here they are. You have until Next Monday to send votes until [email protected]. Sorry for all of the delay. This wasn't the best competition. I promise a better one in the fall. Here they are:

    Oh, and before I show the entries, just say what entry you'd like in your vote. Leave comments if you'd like about your vote.

    Entry #1: One Death Under

    'm Running in mind for some escape
    Searching for another reason to live
    I'm Scarred in the eyes trying not to be broken
    Save me from this pain that's taking me one death under


    I'm Breaking through my insides again
    Tearing through the thoughts that suffer from sin
    Machete in hand now I'm caught in the act again
    Distract me so I can escape from the hurting pain that's pushing me thin
    It came back again, again now I'm feeling insane within my head



    I'm Running in mind for some escape
    Searching for another reason to live
    I'm Scarred in the eyes trying not to be broken
    Save me from this pain that's taking me one death under


    I'm blinded by the lies bringing me down
    Binded to the thoughts that I have to drown(Draining me out)
    If I can I'll escape at the first sight of chance
    Within my head I'm running through the maze of your lies
    Crying out to my mind to stop, stop them from taking my eyes


    Grabing hold of my hand again
    Lets push forward to see where we stand
    Confused in our sleep of what could've been
    We're linked in the chains dropped upon us as weights delt upon our slumbering heads
    Scraping, pulling, pushing, and carving through our thoughts of... eachother


    I'm Running in mind for some escape
    Searching for another reason to live
    I'm Scarred in the eyes trying not to be broken
    Save me from this pain that's taking me one death under


    I wonder if it's possible to escape and be as we were in the beginning
    Together us with no worries of where we were going
    No suffering taking us one death under, under
    one death under

    Entry #2: Within the Border Lines

    So, I sit here and wonder, with the pen in my hand,
    Trying my best to try and make you understand,
    But the lines are repeated, and the whole thing’s the same,
    The emotion never rhymed with what I had to say.
    The clock keeps ticking in my mind, the time hasn’t come,
    My words are too frail to impress anyone,
    And I hate all these verses, they can never explain,
    The feelings so personal, my own very pain.

    “The little kids, they smile, they play and they cry,
    Before the background of a reddening dusty sky,
    The soldiers with the guns aren’t ignored,
    With their families in mind, and the homeward road.
    The scent of dinner isn’t far away,
    It’s like the nightmare truly has come to stay,
    The hetero mix of the innocence and guilt,
    The blooming felt flowers, while the real ones wilt.
    The names in the sand by the sea shore,
    The sounds of bullets and the soldiers score,
    The children run crying through their doors,
    But the mothers calmly wait for the sound once more.
    In the morning they leave with a proud wife’s kiss,
    Then eagerly returning to hear all they’ve missed,
    And the same routine repeats every day,
    The only thing that changes is what the kids say.
    The homes are but what the government gives,
    There isn’t the place to store the kid’s gifts,
    And one family finds sleep in each others arms,
    Then a leaking cylinder bursts, but there is no alarm.
    The little town of militant dreams burns in the moonlight,
    A frail scream somewhere, but most are still alright,
    Till it’s the next day, and the damage is done,
    This is the untold tragedy of dead loved ones.
    The news never aired it, the people didn’t care,
    A small aid came, but soon went away,
    There were disasters worse that needed more help,
    They thought these soldiers could help themselves.
    The week is done, and the routine follows,
    Everyday seems to bring back the same old sorrow,
    The children bid goodbye to the fathers they love,
    The wife tries to hide, but she cries when they hug.
    And everyday there is that similar feeling of an end,
    Then that silent joy when the soldier returns back to them.”

    These lines are so dead compared to what I feel,
    My parents wait at home, never getting any sleep,
    And I sit here so shaken with my sacrifice,
    A gun’s my only friend, a miserable tear in my eye.
    The sound of the missiles can be heard from here,
    The town is the backdrop, a piece of fear,
    The darkness is deep, and my companions roar,
    “Come on comrades, let’s score once more!”

    Entry #3: Superman Has Other People to Save

    Don't worry. I just want you to know baby, I'll always be here for you.

    Oh wait, I won't, I don't even know why I said I'd be,
    'Cause I won't, and you'll never understand what you did to me,
    'Cause right now I'm not even sure you know that I exist,
    Half the time you're stoned girl, the other half you're pissed,
    And hittin' on other guys who relay the stories back to me,
    You see they're my friends you hit on continuously,
    And even if you did decide to give up or call it quits,
    I wouldn't care 'cause to me you're just another pair of tits,
    What happened to the girl I used to know and now miss?
    She's never have me thinkin' of her bein' like this,
    But no, no, you've gone and changed since you went and snorted that shit,
    High as a kite baby, too fucked to know we think you're a bitch,
    But baby don't worry I'll help you out 'cause that's what friends do,
    And that's all we are now girl, didn't see that comin' did you?
    Yes, I know it sounds harsh but it's somethin' you have to hear,
    If I were you I'd hate myself when I looked into the mirror,
    But once again you take your cocaine and snort it up,
    You've got an empty wallet but a hand full of skunk,
    To be honest I think you're too gone to save yourself,
    And you've fucked off everyone that wanted to help,
    So you're stuck, you're fucked, no 'ifs' or 'buts,'
    Except the cigarette ones from when you smoked it up.

    And no baby, I don't give a fuck, I really don't care,
    Infact I don't even know why, I'm standin' right here,
    I know I should have tried to stop you earlier babe,
    But I'm sorry that superman has other people to save.

    I remember the promises we both made, back in the day,
    "I'll love you forever and always no matter what we say,"
    I'm sorry to say that that's gone and changed,
    Please contemplate endin' your poor charade,
    Help me to help you, to save you, to give this one more chance, before it
    all fades,
    Away, down the drain, we used to sit out in the rain,
    And watch the sky together as I played your games,
    Now you can't even remember my name, but it's the same old same,
    What a shame your mindframe's so deranged,
    Anyway, let's put my thoughts back to where we were a few days,
    I can't remember every word so I'mma paraphrase,
    "How many pills d'ya take today?" "I took none, I swear, I gave 'em all
    away!"
    "No way! That's awesome! You really did allay!
    So does that mean you're not in disarray?"
    "Okay, calm down, I didn't give 'em away,
    I just said that so that I could convey,
    The way you come out with fuckin' wild displays,
    Everytime you think that I've gone and changed my ways,"
    "What a fuckin' betray! I don't mean to sound cliche,
    But you take so many drugs it's like a fuckin' buffet,
    I don't mean to start a fray but don't you get my dismay?
    You come home everyday after the visit you make,
    To your drug cache where you've been hidin' shit for days,
    And what can you say? Fuck all, you just spray shit in my face,
    At least understand that the way you're pretrayed,
    Is underlined by the laws which you don't obey,
    Well I guess all I can do is just sit here and pray,
    And anyway I guess it's only yourself you're gonna slay,
    Bitch."

    Sorry baby, I still don't give a fuck, I really don't care,
    Infact I don't even know why, I'm standin' right here,
    I know I should have tried to stop you earlier babe,
    But I'm sorry that superman has other people to save,
    Sorry baby, I still don't give a fuck, I really don't care,
    Infact I don't even know why, I'm standin' right here,
    I know I should have tried to stop you earlier babe,
    But I'm sorry that superman has other people to save.

    Entry #4: Why?

    Dear Mom, I don't have much time. It's dark- I have only till day, and I..I don't understand. I'm writing this in hope you will.
    Or I.

    Dredge up the times, when you sat me on my knee,
    Whispered, chuckled, bringing to life a story,
    And you sit there, drinking it in, innocent and naïve,
    Drinking it all in, sitting on your parent's knee.
    1982 that was I, so ready to believe,
    I looked in your eyes and you'd smile those lies to me
    My brow creases as I recall this memory.
    It crinkles in reminiscence of what you said to me.
    Were you proud, did you really believe in everything you said?
    You're confusing me, nothing's crystal in my head,
    You loved, yet you taught to hate, in my-
    -Mind, that tender smile swims; yet a loathsome smirk is its mate,
    And looking back, I should have asked, but now, it's too late.
    Now, it's too late.

    A little boy came running into his house one day,
    He found his mother smiling above, a slumped figure which lay,
    Closer, he stepped, seeing the sprawled black man, blood trickling his way,
    He opened his mouth to a sc ream, but mamma smiled and said everything's okay.
    Darling, he's gone. Away. Everything's okay.

    Drenched in cold sweat, from this recollection I awake
    Memories of the past, of what I'd done for your sake
    I still can't reason, possibly explain what you taught me,
    I just accepted, fighting thus with those who fought me.
    I don't even know, shit, what I'm trying to say
    And shit, dawn's beginning to crack, it's already day
    Now, I don't want your sympathy, heck, I don't even want you to care.
    Let the words wash away with you, like I'm not standing there.
    I just want you to know, I don't have a reason, do you?
    I hate them for being different, because you taught me too.
    You love me, mamma, why don't you love them? Why doesn't anyone?
    Does anyone? Perhaps they're not the same.
    Or perhaps, that's what you want me to think.

    A little boy came running into his house one day,
    He found his mother smiling above, a slumped figure which lay,
    Closer, he stepped, seeing the sprawled black man, blood trickling his way,
    He opened his mouth to a sc ream, but mamma smiled and said everything's okay.
    Darling, he's gone. Away. Everything's okay.

    No, mamma, it isn't, for the first time I want to know.
    Not just what you tell me, not the persuasive imagery you show,
    Yes, I'm thinking about then again, god damn, it's never escaped my memory.
    The sun's out, chuck it, you're never going to answer me.

    Atleast, in a way I understand.

    Entry #5: White Jackets and Brown Suits

    Isn’t it funny how in just a matter of days

    Things can suddenly change by the words that we say
    By the choices we choose, through the actions we take
    How chaos can take place through one simple mistake
    It’s a fact known to all that the human race has its flaws
    And after thousands of years still no one knows the cause
    As to why we’re on the floors of this gigantic blue and green orb
    That’s just circling the sun for no reason at all
    Hell, if anyone has an answer to where truth is the truth
    And not fed to us through the media and the news
    Please step up from your own personal point of view
    And elaborate on what really makes me and you
    Some people say that science provides all the info we need
    To fully understand just how our planet proceeds
    To mock humanity with all its secrecy
    After all we know more of outer space than our own oceans and seas
    All these statements really are is a bunch of theories and guesses
    No solid answers to some of life’s key questions
    But we all get the impression that scientific progression
    Is evolving at such a rate that it’s become humanity’s obsession
    But no closer are they to finding the way
    Of the stars in the sky and the signs that they make
    Infinity will never reveal its entire wake
    So we’ll be left in the dark just listening to what they say The answers we seek are cleverly locked away
    So why do they expect them to just pop up one day?
    In a time when things can change in the blink of an eye
    There’s no foretelling what the universe can potentially hide
    Go ahead talk away about your theoretical minds
    But no nearer are you to knowing where the answers lie
    The human race craves for the unexplainable truths
    But we’re told the truth is inside the minds of white jackets and brown suits

    Everybody has felt pain during their lives
    But what I want to know is just exactly why
    We get put through hell every day and night
    Why do emotions and physical pain exist only to make us cry?
    I wonder if anyone actually has an answer for that
    And I mean an answer, not a bunch of false proof and facts
    I want the truthful proof so I’m not stuck in the black
    Where the shadows of mystery put my mind under attack
    All science has really ever really proven is that we as humans
    Are destroying ourselves by rapid technological movements
    It seems every other year there’s another industrial revolution
    Until eventually our construction causes our own de-evolution
    I’m not saying it’ll be a scene out of a schwartzanegger flick
    But it’s quite astonishing how technology has progressed so quick
    Stealth, surveillance, computers, microchips
    And the ability to blow the world to bits by the flick of a switch
    Technology has slowly taken over our lives
    Just one more thing invented to increase the sloth of mankind
    Just distracting us from getting the truth out and in sight
    So we continue to ask why we see through our eyes
    Its high time we learnt that this so called blessing’s a curse
    Because no matter what’s invented it will never unearth
    Some of the answers man has seeked since it’s own birth
    Just why all our lives we’re made to hurt

    The answers we seek are cleverly locked away
    So why do they expect them to just pop up one day?
    In a time when things can change in the blink of an eye
    There’s no foretelling what the universe can potentially hide
    Go ahead talk away about your theoretical minds
    But no nearer are you to knowing where the answers lie
    The human race craves for the unexplainable truths
    But we’re told the truth is inside the minds of white jackets and brown suits

    Find your way to the answers you seek…
    Find yourself in your own beliefs…
    Unearth the passages that we weren’t meant to know…
    Believe there’s more than just what they show…

    The answers we seek are cleverly locked away
    So why do they expect them to just pop up one day?
    In a time when things can change in the blink of an eye
    There’s no foretelling what the universe can potentially hide
    Go ahead talk away about your theoretical minds
    But no nearer are you to knowing where the answers lie
    The human race craves for the unexplainable truths
    But we’re told the truth is inside the minds of white jackets and brown suits

    Find your way to the answers you seek
    Find yourself in your own beliefs
    Unearth the passages that we weren’t meant to know
    Believe there’s more than just what they show
     
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    Janie Jones

    Janie Jones Meghna is a Headcase

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    My god that's brilliant. I LOVE all 4 entries. Damn, it'll take me a lot of time to chose. When does the voting close?
     
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    Christopher

    Christopher Über Member Über Member

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    Wow, I'm glad I didn't enter my rap. This is so out of my league. xD

    Every one of these raps is brilliant.

    It's going to be tough to decide which one is best like Meghna said.
     
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    Heavy is the Louis

    Heavy is the Louis No really, we are so back. LPA Team

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    Voting ends in 2 weeks.
     
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    GrafiTTied

    GrafiTTied Well-Known Member

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    WOW!
     
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    Seinfeld

    Seinfeld We are the nobodies LPA Super Member

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    ...Ouch...that's good stuff....way bettr than what I wanted to send in....good thing I didn't send it.... ^_^ phew!...welll....it'll be damn hard....
     
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    Evil Angel

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    hey man thats great
     
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    Heavy is the Louis

    Heavy is the Louis No really, we are so back. LPA Team

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    Yeah, not many entries, but all of them are great.
     
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    Janie Jones

    Janie Jones Meghna is a Headcase

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    Got my vote, Girios? After racking my brain, it's the best I could think of...
     
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    Luke

    Luke Mind Your Manners. LPA Addicted VIP

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    Err did we announce a winner yet? :lol:
     
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    Heavy is the Louis

    Heavy is the Louis No really, we are so back. LPA Team

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    Not enough votes. I only have like 2-3 votes.
     
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    Luke

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    Screw it then, I win by default :lol:
     
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    Heavy is the Louis

    Heavy is the Louis No really, we are so back. LPA Team

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    No. Say something like that again and you're disqualified. :lol:

    I wasn't kidding, by the way. :angry:
     
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    Janie Jones

    Janie Jones Meghna is a Headcase

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    Has one person got majority? Who all have voted? Did you get my vote? </somanyquestions>
     
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    Heavy is the Louis

    Heavy is the Louis No really, we are so back. LPA Team

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    2 votes. No majority. Graffitied and Meghna. Yes. [/somanyanswers]
     
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    GrafiTTied

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    what?!! just the two of us voted??? wow this competition is dood man (dood is supposedly= dead in dutch picked it up from somewhere here)
    why arent people voting?? Pah!
     
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    Christopher

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    :lol: Dutch is catching on.
     
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    Janie Jones

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    Evil, evil dutch. :lol:. Naw, I like oranje.
    So, is this competiton called off? Should we just have a discussion? Or WILL YOU PEOPLE VOTE? BLEARGH.
     
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    Heavy is the Louis

    Heavy is the Louis No really, we are so back. LPA Team

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    Encourage people to vote. Then we can end this competition. And then we'll make the next one much better. I will need your help to do so. Thanks.
     
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    Will

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    I'm impressed by all the entires, and disappointed I didn't get a chance to enter. I'll vote once I read through them all one more time.
     

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