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[DFelon204409]

Essentially, everyone go back and pick your very favorite song that was written here. Don't suck and pick your own but really find a keeper that stood out in your mind as amazing. Please, for newbies, go back and read some old challenges. You may be surprised at how good some people are (and maybe you'll see how much I used to suck!).

[DFelon204409]

Satiate fuck
Cup of money from which you swallow
The noise is overwhelming
The noise of pigs digesting

It was a normal morning when I woke
And I saw the puppet strings attached
To everything

The day and year don't even matter
Everyday I see what I saw
Polluting

And smothering me with mediocrity
The "Opium to the people" liquified
Soaked into a rag and reaching for my airways
Greed personified

It was a normal morning when you stalked
Through the phosphorescent vacuum
Implanting

Subliminally obvious
Reverse-reverse psychology
Mind-numbing

Satiate fuck
You chew on me but you can't swallow
The noise is overwhelming
When I take you to the slaughter

(spoken)
Don't you worry, I'll sell your corpse to McDonalds
You money-minded pile of tripe

-justinga

(I never thought it was all that eloquent and it should be "opiate of the people" or something but I have never read anything else on this website that had such raw emotion. The bitterness and strength is overwhelming.)

[joshmay]

oooh ^ thats a good one!

[joshmay]

fattymattk

Quadratic Equations

[verse 1]
There you are in front of everyone
you'll be there until the class is done
as I sit I see you standing there
I see your pretty face and blond hair
your eyes are blue and your lips are red
I think of all those things you said
It sounded like to me
that you would like to screw me

[pre chorus 1]
but in truth we had a conversation
that was about quadratic equations
because this is a math class and your job is to teach
not flirt with students whose dreams include you naked on the beach

[chorus]
oh I think that I love you, even though you're 32
and I'm in the eleventh grade, come on lets go get laid
who cares what others think or what might be said
can we be close the way we are inside my head?

[verse 2]
I don't care that you're too old for me
you're twice my age actually
I don't like girls who are 16
their breasts are too small and they are mean
you might be stretched like a rubber band
you can't be as worn out as my hand
so please let me ride you like a bike
then we'll do math problems if you like

[pre chorus 2]
but now I've come to the realization
we will only do quadratic equations
because this is a math class and your job is to teach
not have sex with horny students or suck them like a leach

[chorus]
oh I think that I love you, even though you're 32
and I'm in the eleventh grade, come on lets go get laid
who cares what others think or what might be said
can we be close the way we are inside my head?

[bridge]
I suffer when I dream of you
I know we could never be
But the best dream I've ever had
Was when you were on top of me

[outro]
and now I've come to the realization
that tonight there will be masturbation
because we will never have relations
you'd prefer to do quadratic equations

crude, but a great example of classic fattymattk...

^^^^ great song

I wonder if anyone remembers this thread:

Originally Posted by thisisme

why? you can't handle'em?
are my verses too damegin'
it takes you three days just to answer one
writin from dusk to dawn
Durst? you rhyme worse
like a retard chewin on his turd
or a dude clutchin' his purse
scared when we curse.
oh, you wanna talk length?
you gotta rhyme long,
cuz of the man that you ain't
content's not your strength
wanna say Thisisme, BUT YOU CAN'T
I'll color the wall usin your blood for paint
****, squirrel, ***, bitch, oh ****!!! don't faint.

I'm steady spittin 357 magnum lines
while dagger's still bringin knives to my gunfights

This was a freestyler trying to pwn me. I must say, he's right up there with Dylan.

Aside from the jokes, I haven't been here long enough, and I probly wouldn't find anything as great as you're talking about, I've already looked through many of the challenges.

[ATC]

hmm how would i view challenge 40 if i wanted to?
wanted to review some of jmunk's stuff
cant find any
i ll put up my pick when sum1 tells me how i view earlier challenges

[DFelon204409]

Originally Posted by 13wayz

hmm how would i view challenge 40 if i wanted to?
wanted to review some of jmunk's stuff
cant find any
i ll put up my pick when sum1 tells me how i view earlier challenges

You have to organize the forum on your broswer "from the beginning" and keep on clicking back pages. Check out challenges 38-52 I think.

[k.s.e.]

I just noticed this was a post from back in Deceember.. I didn't know such a thing existed.. its a good idea.. too bad it didn't catch on..

Though 13wayz is probably happy now that his question has been answered.

[gaslight]

Good idea .

[ATC]

i am a happy camper..yay
thanks,dman. or felonious dink or whatever it was you like to be called.

[jurialmunkey]

My Memory is too short to remember stuff...

Justingas song is up there though.. I miss that guy.. His band is doing really well though..

When I think of something I will post it.

13wayz... How flattering.

To quote me: "Purple purple purple yellow green."

Meh.

[gaslight]

Who is Justingas and what band is he in?

[DFelon204409]

In a cold intro
upon a rusted railing
clouded decisions
and weakened blood
a definition for everyday
but maybe this time
it'll be worth it

And it comes along
slow breather...
one last outcome to question
where it used to be
starlit to define all happiness
but this is me inspired
vigored by failure

And the light flickers
with a shadow's movement
conveyed by ambience
as a burden overlooked so lightly
as brittle as it already is
when everything is covored with empty...

In a solitary silence
of an image too hard to control
upon gravel and dirt and night
catalyst for something more
and this is where I breathe
beneath inspiration

In a cold intro
dredging among stepping stones
forced across lines
and yellow steps
as an idea for tomorrow
this time
it'll be worth it all

-K.S.E.

[k.s.e.]

PASSIONFRUIT n. passiflora maliformis
HEJIRA FROM OBTUSE CONCUPISCENCE (an escape)
[Often Because of the Realms of Ardour & Stupidity]

Pt 1. PROZAC DEPRESSION [and how the girl escaped.]

Syncopated melody of death is all she can manage,
Pathetic excuse to stumble down intoxicated streets.
One hundred and fifty six months after your delivery.
a girl of thirteen
sleeping in a church garden
with a corrupt judge's pardon
and she rushes back to slash her wrist.

Sweet midsummer's night
Dulcifies your saccharine medication.
Memo to cut wrist downwards this time.

It would take an exodus to escape if not for that stranger
to comfort her with loves fate of meeting at that same moment.

Old sage fools that look and point,
Misprint on the palm reader's hand.


Pt 2. HORMONAL DISILLUSION [and how the boy escaped.]

Courtesan's employer exhibits school boy maturity.
Knee-high boots forced down upon his sabotaged spine.
Naive infatuation's compliance to a slave-like mould.
a boy of fifteen
sleeping in a cyprian's bed
thinking that they could wed
and he rushes home with broken heart...

Bright streetlamp's light
Illuminates prozac depression's form.
Memo to hold the church garden girl there.

Held her hand and felt a warmth that he did not know from
pointing out quiet constelations and eating pink passionfruit.


By Sarcasm Princess aka JurialMunkey

[Scarred4Life]

^^^I remember that, that was a wicked song.

[pixiesfanyo]

Hiroshima Lovers
Erasing all memory
Of life's loves and tragedies,
Filling the leftover
Void with this Passover,
It kristallnachts streets
And leaves all our bodies
As wreckage and monuments
To war-torn romances.

This disaster that ended
Our prayers and us all
Still plastered our shadows,
Burnt onto the wall--
Hiroshima lovers,
Their fatal embrace
The lone cenotaph
Our love commemorates.

The eyes that have rolled
Back inside of their holes
Had no need to see
Pure skies filled with debris,
And the ashes that fall
On your innocent face
Will remind none of what
It feels like to be free.

This disaster that ended
Our prayers and us all
Still plastered our shadows,
Burnt onto the wall--
Hiroshima lovers,
Their fatal embrace
The lone cenotaph
Our love commemorates.

Even if this dystopia
Leads into utopia,
Remember the last
Feeling, before the blast
Levelled all of the dreams
Of our society:
The love our silhouettes
Will let no one forget

Flames of heart's
Cataclysm
Bomb's burst, screams
In unison
Framed contoured
Rememberance
Rorschachs we
Manifested
All for future regrets,
All for future regrets.

This disaster that ended
Our prayers and us all
Still plastered our shadows,
Burnt onto the wall--
Hiroshima lovers,
Their fatal embrace
The lone cenotaph
Our love commemorates.

This is subtledagger's masterpiece...the chorus is just insanely amazing

[pixiesfanyo]

bump.

[Nightvision]

I still maintain that is one of the best lyrics I have read period. It's by far and away the best song I've seen on here.

[Captain Pugwash]

i'll chose this one (cbf looking forever)
addicted_tochaos's song "ballpoint calligraphy" in Challenge 51: Progression



i hope your pen fails you--midway through sentences
leaving broken analogies to taper off
in unavailing progressions
in bleached blanks, where your brilliance fades
with clever catchphrases
running off cold ink
and the most insincere of all inspiration ..

because this is nothing more than unprophetic.
chickenscratch scriptures with
revisions seeping through scrabble metaphors
and kaleido-images, serving
as just another playonwords
brinking margins,
and the avant garde you never were ..

but perhaps, in this drab-monochromatic world
where pens produce the poet and
gaudy fonts feed the starving critic,
your bravado slips off silver tongues
as something beyond poetic.
and you grace these lines--with the glory of un-nailed palms

but i can see right past your roughdraft heroics ..
nothing more than
ballpoint calligraphy--at its finest.
misleading green eyes
and artless minds
to believe in poetry
that is imperfect enough, to slide as masterp e i ces