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Vice Grip -
February 8th 2012, 07:21 AM
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Hello. I've come to you with Vices Part 1, Vices Part 2, and here is the finished product with Part 3 added. I would absolutely love some criticism on this piece. It is by far my favorite so far, and I'm extremely proud of it.
This poem / song means a lot to me. As a recent friend passed away the Monday before last. He was the heart and soul of the community we live in. He took his own life with drugs. And I have some of him intertwined in this poem, it was inspiration, not about him. I am currently trying to write something about him. But this is the reason why I haven't been on much lately, which I apologize for. I would love to keep the writing contest open and such. I'm terribly sorry for the delay. Anyway, to the writing. This is "Vice Grip" really hope you enjoy. Eyes closed, throat sore, and hiccups making her head rock You can see the glow of the joint, she can't stop Life's in lock, feels lost, still stuck in this pot She's been swimming in since the last time she looked at the clock Contradiction, is killing her slowly Trying to forget she needs a new filling for holy Feeling lonely, her cieling is folding Reaching for her soul she's leaping for her soul She tries to feel whole but feels nothing but a hole In her heart and mind, cutting every single string of hope Still trying to cope over the fact she needs to cope Bleeds for hope, needs more than dope, to feel her cloak She needs to find out how to free her quotes Or else no ones gonna listen and her creed becomes a scapegoat But even if you knew her, you wouldn't even know 'Cause the mask she wears emulates a faulty glow You can see it in his eyes when he talks about his father A gentle suicide is all he can recall He gets through it by forming red lines under his eyelids With the snow he lets melt in his nose so he can to stop cryin' He stops trying to find an answer to live life So he grabs another potent rock of ice So he can drown in his vice, crown the sacrifice Down in paradise where the proud is just parasite And he doesn't know why life has to be this cut and dry He tries to deny he relies on being high But he'd rather die than defy what keeps him alive He walks blind into the shadow of death feeling just fine Everything is numb, and he can hardly open his eyes But he still staggers into the unforgiving night When they found him, he was wearing nothing but a smile It looked as if he dreamed this for years, and it was just time You wrestle the images both your brain and mirror portray Every single day theres something someone has to say About the way you live your life and how you make it day to day Just trying to make your pay and have fun along the way Yes you do drugs, and yes you're probably insane But when pain is gain to reign over your slain chains You'll walk any path to avoid the rain Fill the void in your veins just to feign the grace Shame among your name to avoid the hurricane Destroy your decoys 'cause you're right in deaths face Life is fucking plain when you're not illegally insane Grievously you regain your deity from flame Engulf your nightmares with the fire from being enslaved Finally obtain the shivers you've been trying to sustain Through the lying and small-town fame - the object to contain The feeling of defying the concept of humane |
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February 9th 2012, 10:20 AM
I really love this, even more than before now that I've seen it together. To be honest, I really can't think of anything to critize and I'm normally pretty good at giving critizism. I think it's amazing the way it is.
And I'm sorry for your loss. It must be really hard to lose a friend. If you want someone to talk to, I'll listen. And somehow now you're everybody's fool. ~Evanescence
You don't know what it's like to be like me. Welcome to my life. ~Simple Plan I'm not perfect, but I keep trying. ~Hedley Maybe we'll turn it around, 'cause it's not too late; it's never too late. ~Three Days Grace Nothing's ever easy, and if it is, you're not trying hard enough. The best way to get revenge on someone who has hurt you through the years is to smile at them as though you have never cried any tears. |
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February 10th 2012, 10:29 PM
You never cease to amaze me. I'm also sorry about your friend.
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February 14th 2012, 02:22 AM
as i said over fb, this is amayizng. i love it.
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