Liberation Through Creative Expression

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Comment by abinash shrestha on September 3, 2011 at 8:32am

Herez a song i wrote, check it out and tell me wat u think

Another ordinary day
the leaves fall down as they did yesterday
and i try to think of something better to do
and i fall down again
just like every other day
i just wish there was something that was new

i wake up with the sun
another dusk flies and another dawn
seems to pass by without me knowing why

all these people are so ordinary
same old lives with the same old story
we all wish that we could just deny

falling short and falling down
brings me back to swimming around
in my own pool of thoughts that dont mean shit

hurdles that ill never cross
afraid from all the things ive lost
im beat and i think not im up for it

so cut me loose and bring me down
im sick of just playing around
with things i really know nothing much about

give me some motivation
sick of all this education
frustration through dedication to this bout
good things i doubt will ever turn out.

Comment by pissy prissy on December 21, 2010 at 4:21am

Comment by sean harper on June 4, 2010 at 6:30am

i want this to be a song but other than spoken word i dun tink it will happen
to change it is tae lie or ignore a point i think
anyhow, here it is, and dont call it poetry, please, just humor me
Ah yes
All the fucking same
Everything

"Long walks on the beach", do you have any idea how many peoples self assesments follow the same un-creative itenerary?

There is so little that is out there, Gogol Bordello is one of the only modern examples that come to mind of being self expressive and unique. Iggy Pop way back when, Black Flag when they first appeared perhapse.
Venom?
That Manson guy is a good example, but in a bad way haha

I want to see a fucking angsty, angry, intense, in your fucking face bastard in front of everyone, fucking yelling and fucking screaming, obscenities, truths, realities, ideas, painting pictures no other could dream of even imagining, for the people watching, observing. an image to live, to change, to explore, to make, to destroy, do what you will

Fuck that, watching something is one thing, its off to the side
Living it is better

I want to fucking feel it, not just see it
To taste it, not just smell it
Fuck it, not just think about it
Fucking scream it, not just listen to it

Fuck your limits and side lines, you think i should have the same? Fucking look at you, what the fuck do you have? Besides limits and boundaries that shall nae be crossed? Your achievements? The ones you barely achieved because everything's so fucking hard and hopeless? What about those dreams? You know, those ones you lost when you where a young teen and you decided pity fucking yourself in a dark corner was better than growing some fucking balls.
You fuckre, go pity fuck yourself you pathetic little shite, I'll be writing songs and hollering obscenities at passing fuck offs like you while i break guitar strings and try not to let little self righteous kunts like yourself get me down

Enjoy your "career" with a future
My future's going to be one i want
At least i'll be fucking trying

Comment by Kayla Wheeler on March 10, 2010 at 6:53pm

light hawk

Comment by Ezekielpoop on February 22, 2010 at 2:15pm

it's a tattoo design i drew for one of my friends.

Comment by sean harper on December 24, 2009 at 4:54am

Comment by sean harper on November 30, 2009 at 7:27pm

A random funny guy i found at pike place

Comment by Hallucinogenic on October 28, 2009 at 10:54pm

A little city I found.

Comment by spook on October 19, 2009 at 8:39am

I Get Down

It’s that time again when I start to descend
A downward spiral without any end
I look for shelter a shield from the pain
None is forthcoming not even a friend
The darkness consumes all sense of hope
No tools have I left can no longer cope

It’s like I’m on the outside always looking in
I can’t find the way out not from within
A social outcast always judged by my peers
Somehow lacking in all but my fears
Never good enough branded the black sheep
A mark I wear proud a mark I shall keep

Proud to be different not one of a kind
Mohawk & piercings and inquisitive mind
Ostracized by the minions for not being one
I am to blame for all I’ve become
Societies reject a free thinking man
Question authority while I still can

Comment by pissy prissy on August 9, 2009 at 5:38pm

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