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  • kattresise 5w

    This was originally written as a song, this is the first section before parts repeat and the tone changes etc. The theme for the songs I'm writing is loosely based around past, present and future. If anyone is interested in seeing the rest of this song then let me know! (These are my first attempts at song writing so constructive criticism is welcome).

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    For Now (You complete me)

    Sometimes I see you each day

    and sometimes not for a week.

    But when you are here I feel just fine

    (and) You make me feel unique


    Even when we are far apart

    Our friendship is guaranteed.

    Our distance can make my mind blur

    (‘cos) you are all (that) I need.


    We can build a life together

    Hand in hand we’ll make it there

    Journey on through stormy weather

    I’ll make time for you I swear.

    I will always be there (for you).


    Sometimes it doesn’t feel real

    How perfect you are for me

    I can find it hard to believe (‘cos/that)

    We’re like (a) lock and key


    Our goals for the future may vary

    (and) I wonder, will our love prevail?

    (but) For now I don’t need to tell.

    (‘cos) You complete me

    You complete me
    ©ktresise

  • llushes 6w

    Just thinking....

    I'm very secretive with and protective of my music playlist.
    Is that weird?
    I mean, It's deeply personal and there's something incredibly intimate about the words and melodies that reach me at my most vulnerable.
    So.....
    It's just difficult to share
    And most likely be criticised for my taste and choice..

    P.S: I always feel so lucky and glad I exist at the same time as the amazing artists that bless me with their talents.
    ©llushes

  • soliquince 19w

    Easy to see Cause and Effect pt. 1 and 2

    I can sing a couple of Eminiem songs word for word,
    and if it weren't for my lungs
    being shriveled up
    from more than a couple puffs and roids;
    my voice
    could move nations.
    Lines could bring lines to stadiums,
    rhymes would bring young kids who don't wanna do chores
    conform to the new age of degraded degenerates.
    Baptized in hentai, wait for your confirmation; incentivized to let that nut fly,
    (at least it's not to a cross dressed guy.)
    But I got your kid saying "Kawaii."
    Going out in public with a tail;
    (should've pulled out, right?) jewellery encrusted vultures widen their eyes,
    whiten a smile,
    asking somebody else's parents why, why?!

    Cause I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?

    Well I'll dance around like a circus clown; "hyuk hyuk" and a "fuck!" while I and your scarecrow wife are making out.
    (I mean your scarecrow wife and I,) will be, you know me, I went to your Mormon housewarming party last week.
    Calm down,
    this is a comedy piece for my ears cause I love the sound
    the internet makes when there's bars to complain about.
    Insensitive, irreverent, intelligent, but you'll never mention it.
    You just look for a bench to sit
    on the sidelines while your nine year old's coach wets his dick
    but you'll never mention it cause he's a family friend,
    and your balls deep into it.
    Cause you're intimate
    life's kinda stale, spice it up with your kid,
    then wonder why he likes men
    ten years off a bend getting bent over, getting strangled, coming again and again,
    but the "truth of it is..."

    I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 19w

    Cause and Effect pt. 1

    I can sing a couple of Eminiem songs word for word,
    and if it weren't for my lungs being shriveled up from more than a couple puffs and roids; my voice could move nations. Lines could bring lines to stadiums, rhymes would bring young kids who don't wanna do chores conform to the new age of degraded degenerates. Baptized in hentai, wait for your confirmation; incentivized to let that nut fly, (at least it's not to a cross dressed guy.) But I got your kid saying "Kawaii."
    Going out in public with a tail; (should've pulled out,) jewellery encrusted vultures widen their eyes, whiten a smile, asking somebody else's parents why, why?!

    Cause I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 20w

    Starstruck

    Spaced out in the in between,
    both forgot our lines in this scene.
    Only one couch cushion, we're closer than you think.
    More than something for my eyes to drink,
    yet you're moonshine.
    But who am I to dream,
    to look up to the sky and see you and me?

    Drunk from our conversation,
    so where is my motivation?
    Still starstruck; how'd we get here?
    Your hand reaches my face and
    I want to give and take, then,
    what is this overwhelming fear?
    Still starstruck; how'd we get here?
    How'd we get here?
    How'd we get here?

    You've got my head spinning,
    around you like a solar system.
    But I like where it's leaning; your lips and then some.
    Got to control my breathing,
    but you tell me no,
    "I want you and all
    of what makes your constellation."

    (Take me flying,
    higher than my mind
    can leave me dying.
    Take me flying,
    higher than my mind
    can leave me dying.)

    Drunk from our conversation,
    so where is my motivation?
    Still starstruck; how'd we get here?
    Your hand reaches past my face and
    I want to give and take, then,
    what is this overwhelming fear?
    Still starstruck; how'd we get here?
    How'd we get here?
    How'd we get here?
    ©soliquince

  • jasmeet_kaur 21w

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  • shayari_by_maan 24w

    Mere likhe geet mujhe suna jao,
    Yeh jaan asaani se nikal jaaye,
    Mere shabdon ko gun-guna jao,
    Shayad yeh pathar dil pighal jaye,

    Mere geeton mein mujhe zinda rakhna,
    Mere geeton ko nayi zindagi mil jaaye,

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    Waqt ki shikayat kar rahaa hun,
    Shayad waqt sun ke badal jaaye,
    Ashkon se samundar bhar rahaa hun,
    Mera dard ankhon se nikal jaaye,

    Mere geeton mein mujhe zinda rakhna,
    Mere geeton ko nayi zindagi mil jaaye,

    --------------------------------------------------------------
    Khud se itna khafaa ho gya hun,
    Ab khud se na nafrat ho jaaye,
    mujhe dekhna hai mere geeton mein dard,
    Bas Yeh ankhein band na ho jaaye,

    Mere geeton mein mujhe zinda rakhna,
    Mere geeton ko nayi zindagi mil jaaye,

    --------------------------------------------------------------
    Umeed karunga meri kalam se,
    Geet likhe jo dil mein bas jaaye,
    Sunne walon ne agar sajda kardiya,
    'MAAN' shayad fir se has jaaye..

    Mere geeton mein mujhe zinda rakhna,
    Mere geeton ko nayi zindagi mil jaaye,
    --------------------------------------------------------------

    ©MAAN

  • soliquince 26w

    One and the same

    Chest to chest,
    love making, not just casual sex;
    the rhythm of life and the soul of music.
    No way to abuse it,
    only when the spirit has left.
    No ears to hear love when the heart is deaf.
    Correct me if I'm wrong, but in the stead
    of romance, both the sound and touch blend
    together. One and the same trend.
    One and the same heartache when
    it doesn't go right, same hurt by rejection.
    Same alcoholic intervention.
    Stank face with drinks to chase,
    dreams I meant.
    Woman or keyboard, the worth is what you put into it.
    Not the money spent.
    Sure as hell not a one night event,
    otherwise you're committing a cardinal offense.
    Carve a name into the wood of a tree or a guitar
    That shit had better mean something.
    Carve her heart in twain then blame the strings,
    it's the same effect on a person or an instrument.
    Be bored with both of "hers,"
    lazy with care, swerve
    into the easy lane, and don't learn
    from your mistakes; it'll end with both of you burned.
    Another to be played, taken their place in turn.
    No passion but only that pathetic way to yearn.
    "I could never play like that/never find a woman, that's facts."
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 27w

    Getting the axe.

    I lean my head against the tonic
    cause it speaks through me as a prophet.
    Crooked, and looking to make a profit,
    but still a stupid motherfucker who's a slave to logic;
    just one bad night to worse, that happens once too often.
    Any one of these days could lead me into the coffin,
    yet somehow I'm still looking for solace
    in the wrong things.
    Someone to blame.
    What can I say?
    Take my head and just lop it
    off, shit, looks like I've already lost it.
    But you can still hear me talking;
    ghost in that shell of a blockhead.
    Can't even hear myself knocking
    but that ain't even that uncommon.
    Headless horseman, senseless and rotten.
    Stiff resting, not in peace, but preferably long forgotten.
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 28w

    Incomplete

    So many hours,
    this ceiling fan counts
    my blinks as I stare at nothing.
    So many wrongs,
    spoken or overdone
    and I still can't make them make sense.

    If it's one or another,
    tear into each other
    and in the middle, why should I bother?
    Tear into each other,
    like wounded lovers.
    In the middle with no time to recover.

    Lending the strength I owe you.
    Till I fall, and I won't, so don't you
    pick me up.
    Straight to the grave, I know you
    mean well, but it's okay. I'll show you
    with my mouth sewn shut.

    Whole body's aching,
    work into the day's end.
    Fake wheezing, dying of "laughter."
    Don't feel like sleeping,
    do the same routine again.
    Play games for what I'm looking after.

    If it's one or another,
    tear into each other
    and in the middle, why should I bother?
    Tear into each other,
    like wounded lovers.
    In the middle with no time to recover.

    Lending the strength I owe you.
    Till I fall, and I won't, so don't you
    pick me up.
    Straight to the grave, I know you
    mean well, but it's okay. I'll show you
    with my mouth sewn shut.

    Don't you pity me
    for what's incomplete.
    Damn your empathy,
    and what's "best for me."
    Don't you pity me.
    Don't you pity me.

    Lending the strength I owe you.
    Till I fall, and I won't, so don't you
    pick me up.
    Straight to the grave, I know you
    mean well, but it's okay. I'll show you
    with my mouth sewn shut.

    Lending the strength I owe you.
    Till I fall, and I won't, so don't you
    pick me up.
    Straight to the grave, I know you
    mean well, but it's okay. I'll show you
    with my mouth sewn shut.
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 28w

    No Peace

    Word travels fast,
    but the truth'll come last.
    Sit back, relax,
    let the music roll back.
    Let the music roll back.

    Serenade by no's,
    change like the radio.
    Heartstrings don't pull,
    let the music swing low.
    Let the music swing low.

    There is no peace,
    there is no peace,
    for me.
    There is no easing,
    everyone's leaving;
    please...

    There is no peace,
    there is no peace,
    for me.
    There is no easing,
    everyone's leaving;
    please...


    Break some glasses,
    and call my Atlas.
    Don't be dramatic,
    let the music walk in.
    Leave the music walking.

    Claustrophobic,
    voiceless, choking.
    Space unknown and
    the music softly ends.
    The music softly ends.

    There is no peace,
    there is no peace,
    for me.
    There is no easing,
    everyone's leaving;
    please...

    There is no peace,
    there is no peace,
    for me.
    There is no easing,
    everyone's leaving;
    please...
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 29w

    What we miss, what we lose pt. 2

    Corrupt lips induct kids
    to believe life comes and goes around lost innocence.
    Far along is the destruction of sense,
    morality traded for common cents.
    Girls fooled by two faced compliments
    cause they were raised to be Daddy's little princess.
    This in turn burns into their heads,
    the nonsense
    that they're perfect
    and need not suffer the consequence.
    Pay off with cash or card,
    with a Daddy complex,
    thinking they're cute and therefore can
    get away with it.
    They're frontal cortex
    has but one thought process,
    "Y'all revolve around me,
    solve me according to my context."
    She as a queen
    proceeds to "leak" non family friendly content,
    getting that bread
    while giving head,
    years later popping out kids
    for welfare checks
    under the pretense our society projects:
    "Money can buy cars and jets,
    broads and Sex-."
    -Education belongs
    for that old concept,
    "listen to your elders."
    But today, conflicts exist
    between sexually pent
    up pricks aiming for the heads
    of blue collar gents
    for two dollar opinions.
    The fool hollers,
    the wise truly stand taller,
    silent until you call 'em
    out, though the rest won't follow.
    That holler mentality clicks with hollow
    cliques; chicks who've never got too much to swallow,
    who shit on with one trick. Cower
    behind an inch thick of makeup. Empowering
    being offended instead of not giving a fuck.
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 30w

    What we miss, what we lose pt. 1

    Where the fashion is plastic W(r)AP,
    tippety tap Pop twap, no more of that
    boom bap passion, Elmer Fud fudging up the facets
    Omitted verses, bring 'em back;
    Reinstate the hip hop classes,
    -Rock classics to com-Pete.
    Freestyles with stories
    without penile distortions;
    or a body count of abortions,
    growing big Pharma fortunes
    off plan "B" school courses.
    Don't tell me you had no choices.
    With that big of a dick in your mouth,
    of course you're voiceless.
    (Ladies!)
    Don't force your corsets
    in front of men cause you're coinless.
    What's corny is,
    there's better women who're toiling
    while you're out whoring
    around and about, preforming.
    Anywhere the bitch blows,
    doesn't really matter to me,
    that shit needs no sympathy.
    And though perverse schemes
    fuel faux machines,
    cruel though it seems;
    word for word
    and verse per verse indeed:
    Purse your lips, terse hand on your hips.
    Raise your phones, adjust your tits.
    Duck faces, "it's just a pic,"
    juxtaposed hypocrites.
    It's Only- the adoring -Fans offering tips,
    Rationale femme fatales excuses;
    "It's just the tip."
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 30w

    Snowed In

    Warm with several sheets,
    I'm practically comatose.
    Outside it's five below,
    I see a couple inches of snow.

    And there's a pair each,
    of shivering toes.
    The weather, I can't control,
    but you can curl into me, though.

    Eventually I'll get up,
    fix you a cup;
    "is two sugars enough?"
    Eventually...but
    let it be, oh,
    just the two of us.
    The two of us.
    Eventually I'll get up,
    fix you a cup;
    "is two sugars enough?"
    Eventually...but
    let it be, oh,
    just the two of us.
    The two of us.

    No, don't get up, but won't you try?
    I'd be playing around, I swear;
    yelling out, "don't you dare,"
    holding you down while you mess with my hair.

    Oh, I feel like I could die
    the happiest sonofabitch alive; cares
    don't exist with you. My dear
    the only thing I fear
    to lose are these moments with you.

    Eventually I'll get up,
    fix you a cup;
    "is two sugars enough?"
    Eventually...but
    let it be, oh,
    just the two of us.
    The two of us.
    Eventually I'll get up,
    fix you a cup;
    "is two sugars enough?"
    Eventually...but
    let it be, oh,
    just the two of us.
    The two of us.

    <Slow it down, for a little while.
    Just hold me now, lower the dial.
    Slow it down, for a little while.
    Just hold me now, lower the dial.
    Slow it down, for a little while.
    Just hold me now, lower the dial.
    Slow it down, for a little while.
    Just hold me now, lower the dial.>

    Eventually I'll get up,
    fix you a cup;
    "is two sugars enough?"
    Eventually...but
    let it be, oh,
    just the two of us.
    The two of us.
    Eventually I'll get up,
    fix you a cup;
    "is two sugars enough?"
    Eventually...but
    let it be, oh,
    just the two of us.
    The two of us.
    ©soliquince

  • sketcher 58w

    Be there for you

    (intro)
    I know you've been crying
    I know you've been fighting
    I know you've been trying
    So let me, let me , let me
    Just fight for you
    So let me, let me, let me
    Hold you tight
    So let me, let me, let me
    Be there for you

    (Verse 1)
    Stuck in the past
    You have locked me out
    I can stay the night
    And fight with you
    For the better or worse
    We ought to know
    Just wait for it
    For the time to show
    Maybe you and I can be the change
    For the heart that's been the same

    (Chorus)
    So let me, let me, let me
    Just fight for you
    So let me, let me, let me
    Hold you tight
    So let me, let me, let me
    Be there for you

    ( Verse 2)

    I heard you once
    I can hear you twice
    Can climb your walls
    You can lock the door
    Push me away all you want
    I may try to
    Come back to you
    No for no
    I know for sure
    Maybe you and I can be the change
    For the heart that's been the same

    (Bridge)
    This is something that's
    Always be the same
    Just for you

    (Chorus)
    So let me, let me, let me
    Just fight for you
    So let me, let me, let me
    Hold you tight
    So let me, let me, let me
    Be there for you

    Can I be there for you?


    ©sketcher

  • shuv_dutta08 58w

    Sanjh

    Sanjh dhale aab laut aa
    Raah taake dil mera
    Ashk yeh behte mere
    Sunte nhi mera kaha

    Dhalti hui iss sanjh ko
    Rok lo , tham lo

    Tere bin main lapata
    Aks mera mujhse khafa

    ©shuv_dutta08

  • mr_stellar 61w

    Along with poems and stories, I do keep writing songs as well. Here is one of those attempts to write an 80s style, peppy, groovy, high-energy beat, romantic dance song, for a tune which I have in mind. Dedicated to my dream girl, whom I hope will read this one day. �� Hope you the readers will also like it.

    #Song #Songwriting #Love #Romance #Romantic #Relationship #Couple #Lyrics #Dance #Evening #Energetic #Groovy #Poem #Poetry #Freestyle #Writing #English #Classic #Retro #Literature #Style #Stylish #Dynamite

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    Love Dynamite

    Don't come straight-on to me!
    It is dangerous.
    Coz my love is there to face you Babe.
    Love is there to take you Babe!

    Don't look deep inside my eyes, oh my dear Cutie!
    It is venomous.
    Coz my love is there to give you more sweet poison, Oh Babie!
    Love is there to give you more sweet, sweet poison.

    It's not gonna kill you.
    It's gonna thrill you.
    It's gonna shrill you.
    That's my romantic drill for you, Oh Babie!

    Don't even think about missing me my dear Cutie!
    It is wondrous!
    Coz even if I'm not present in front, you'll still be kissin me,
    and I'll still be kissin you, oh yeah!

    Beat the drum, beat the drum!
    Let our love start rolling!
    Beat the drum, beat the drum!
    Let our senses start scrolling.

    Our love is da Bomb.
    Your eyes are the Gun Powder;
    Yes, I am the love dynamite.
    Your eyes are the Gun Powder;
    Let us blast this with our fullest might.
    Let us teach others, how to love right!
    Let us preach others, how can they make love bright!
    Oh come here and hug me tight!

    I am your love dynamite!
    Don't worry, I will fight.
    We will have a fabulous flight.
    Charge in the power of this evening;
    let's drain it all night!
    Charge in the power of this evening;
    it's gonna be alright!

    Sing with me,
    Our love is a dynamite.
    Sing with me,
    Our love is a dynamite.
    Al-righty dear, this is a peppy song.
    Let's go for a trip so long!
    This is a peppy song, la lalla laala!
    We'll go for a trip so long.
    This is a trippy trance.
    Let's have a groovy dance, oh yeah!

    You are da bomb.
    Your eyes are da bomb.
    To put a make-up for my love filled hairy soul;
    Bring me your kinky comb.
    I'll take you my dear Angel, along with me;
    even inside my future tomb.

    You are my hope;
    Oh yeah, I am your dope.
    Oh wow, you are my hope.
    Oh yeah, I am your dope.

    Activate the timer,
    Let our love can blast!
    Activate the timer,
    Love is so slow and fast.
    Activate the timer,
    forever the love will last.

    It's our love dynamite!
    It's our luv-luv dynamite!
    Oh hottie, its a luv-luv-luv-luv-luv-luv
    Dynammmmmmiiiiiiittteeeeee!

    Booooommm!

    © Stellar Ram 2020

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