^I agree with that.

It's quite long, and definately gets the point across...the idea of never being enough, only ever being half empty or half full. never completely empty or completely full.

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To think that life is enough, is to be killed by your own existence.

Ya, thats me, I can't stop once I get going, so sometimes the songs end up being soooo long. Meh, at first when I wrote that one I thought it was going to be insanely cheesy, but I guess it turned out pretty well.
Unfortunatly I'll never be able to post my best song, which was called Jarred, becuase my dad threw it out :'( *sigh* it was the most beautiful song I ever wrote... The only part I remember of it is the last part where it goes: "A silent image of me, inside a shell of you" Grrrr... it makes me mad that its gone
Oh well, maybe I just lost it and I'll find it someday...

On Call
All these things, that I must do
Everything I'm left say, without you

Can you hear this heart that's beating?
Feel the breath that I am breathing
You
Cuz I am flying
almost dying
Dancing with arms that are wanting to embrace
You

I hear a voice and it is true
Almost weeping,
Crying out for you
And everything that left me alone
Sleepless without you

Cuz I am flying almost dying
Breaking through a useless existence
You
Tell me lies for all our life
I rip the cord and break away from
You

Telling all who came my way
Exactly how you left me
This way
But my soul, it has remained this
Blesses, scarred and waiting for
You

Break me down to worthless being
Eyes not worth in which for seeing
You
Still I am flying
Almost dying
Gazing lifeless
You

All my being, this soul is bleeding
Seeping out and through to you
Take this feeling
This endless dreaming
Make it
Real, real, true

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well hopefully you'll find "Jarred".

Is "On Call" a song or a poem? because it sounds very poetic when I read it, but in some ways it looks like a song and parts of it sound very lyrical.

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good work i think you have a very good idea of flow and the use of words

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Blackbird singing in the dead of night,

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Fly, Blackbird, fly

Into the light of the dark black night.

Dragoknight, On Call was written as a song, but if I did it as such it would definately be very abstract. Whether I'll use it as a song remains unknown for the moment. Thank you for posting ~river~, always appreciated

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This songs about this dream I kept having about this ghost a few months ago, pretty creepy experience and I thought I'd write a song about it.

Charlie

Charlie is the one that haunts me
My creepy-never ending dream
The one I visit while I sleep
But he never really leaves

Chorus-
Charlie, he loves me
I've never seen what I've meant to see
Into the white shadow entering
Charlie, he loves me
But they can disguise themselves as anything.

Through the mirrored door of me
A soul cannot through eyes be seen
Sitting all alone inside,
A shallow soul is hard to hide
He's always watching(he never stops)
Like a panjandum,
He's my sovereign
And I goes by what he says

Chorus

A daunting force with a heavy blow
He's all mine but it don't show
Charlie likes my darker side
And his laughter echos all the time
When I'm breaking down
He soaks it up
Cradles with fire
Where mobiles shine
I'm scared
He's just my suffering
Divine

Chorus

Come my pariah
The walls are blank
And the writing is backwards
There are eyes in all the corners
The fog is thick
And the mood is drab
But my neck, it tingles
I tremble, I shiver
When I feel blue
"I can see you"
Maybe I'm paranoid but
I know, and you know, that he's real, and I dunno

Chorus

We're the generation of Dream generators
And it may seem coincidental
We're not harbouring Hope
But this Port has a few jades
And I'll just drift on the waves
When they're blowing up thier towers
I'll not be the one to cower
And I believe, I believe,
He's been my best dream.

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Charlie is very interesting. I was enthralled the whole way through reading it, but I have a hard time hearing it as a song...maybe it's just because its so unique that i just can't imagine it. But hey, I'm sure it could work. There is a lot of imagery and emotions in a style that reminds me of a short story. A good read

My only suggestion is to consider checking over for grammar oddities. I noticed a few in this piece. If you want specifics let me know.

This might be my favorite part - it is so beautifully written:
"Through the mirrored door of me
A soul cannot through eyes be seen
Sitting all alone inside,
A shallow soul is hard to hide
He's always watching(he never stops)
Like a panjandum,
He's my sovereign
And I goes by what he says"

*Should that be "go" instead of "goes"?

Ah, did that on purpose, annoy some of the grammar freaks eh? lmao... just felt like it I guess.

Not A Sound
Without your beautiful love
There's only silent empty walls
And it saddens me to recall
The tools you used were used so well
'til I became you tool
And I danced to be used
Overjoyed to abused

Chorus:
There's not a sound
Inside of you
Your music died
The day you killed the lies
His singing can no longer soothe
There's not a sound inside of you

It's hard to believe
It's almost been a year
It was only a dance
I told myself again and again
All the scars I made for you
Meant nothing in the end
Not a day, one single day
I'm scarcely able to breathe
One day, just one more day

Chorus

No hips swaying
Nothing memorable playing
The awkward waltz
The teacup dance
No poetic slurs to ease the pain
Is it really that hard to look at me?
Just keep spinning
Fight the clock that's winning
You know you want a piece of this
You leave me in a daze
But it only lasts for days

Chorus

Grip on the feelings
Don't waste the left overs
Or there'll be none for tomorrow
You left me for nothing
Even if I couldn't see you
You'd have been a suport to lean on
Flames, oh endlessly
The fire inside of you
Fuel Grief
That stained every photo I own
Flames *scorching eyes* burn around you
But there's not a sound inside of you

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I like this one more than the others, well, that's if my interpretation is right...this seems to be about the loss of a loved one. Its emotionally powerful, but maybe that's just because I was imagining it with piano and strings behind the voice.

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Thanks Dragoknight! Your interpretation is correct, there's more to it aswell, but this one's really personal so I won't say any more... Will post more soon!

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