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Do you make up your own lyrics and poetry? I'm curious to know because I do. I spend hours creating lyrics of my own about me and the world around me. Sometimes I make stuff up and it sounds so Linkin Park.

Sometimes I do.

i havn't written a good song in ages but yeah i do.

Yes, I write songs (I'm not very inspired at this very moment) both in english and spanish. Something weird happens to me, and it's that I find easier to write lyrics in english although it's not my first language. Maybe the aspie thing has something to do with it, I can say the words easier in english, expresing what I feel without really feeling it...

Yes, I write and rewrite lyrics nearly every day and like to think that I do this on a fairly professional level. Lately though, I've gotten a bit tired of some of the crypticism of my lyrics. I'm fascinated now with story songs like Steve Earle's "Copperhead Road" and trying
to write that sort of lyric, something so powerful and dark because it is so straightforward and uncompromising.

I keep thinking back to the weird lyrics I wrote between 6 and 10 years ago.


I was a much angrier and more suicidal person back then, so it's kinda disturbing for me to still think about stuff like that.

this aspie computer virus in my head forces me to write nothing but emo...no matter how hard i try


an emo without the suicidal stuff.

I guess that I also write new songs, but those lyrics don't make a lot of sense.


About a week ago I sang a weird and lengthy song about the dichotomy and subjectivity of the classification of a word, object, or concept as being applicable to the "kickass" descriptor.

My old stuff tended to be overly emo and in short rhythmic phrases. My newer stuff tends to be lengthy complex sentences written in free verse.

Gah. I'm too hyperlexic these days!
(but that's better than emo, right?)

I write songs. well, I used to. I don't try to write them, but still sometimes I have to write one cos it comes into my head. I think I only wrote one this year so far... I thought I would post it, cos I think it's good... kind of a country song, self-parody, it's in C,F, G7, kind of waltz time... I wrote it to make myself smile...

edit- nah, changed me mind...

No.

Yep. Sometimes never, sometimes every day. The ones I wrote 10 years ago (God, I´m old...) were depressing but clever. I guess I´m just not so depressed and not so clever these days...

Chorus

D D5
Sheep and Cow
A Aadd10
Sheep and Cow
G G5
Sheep knows why
A Aadd10
Cow knows how

Verse

Bm A G
Making friends with the animals
Bm A G
Is fun for you and me
Bm A G
Making friends with the animals
Bm Dbm A D
Is a very nice place to be

I write my own songs on my free time

Like this?!

From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture’s there
The memory won’t escape me

We’re stuck in a place so dark
You can hardly see
The manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe
And as the rain drips acidic questions around me
I block out the sight and the powers that be
And duck away into the darkness
Times up
I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut so tight that it blurs into the world of pretend
And the eyes ease open
And it’s dark again

From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture’s there
The memory won’t escape me
But why should I care?

In the memory you’ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up

Listen to the sound
Dizzy from the ups and downs
I’m nauseated by the polluted rot that’s all around
Watching the wheels of cars that pass
I look past to the last of the light and the long shadows it casts
A window grows and captures the eye
And cries out a yellow light as it passes me by
And a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box
Inside a building of rock with antennas on top, now
Nothing can stop in this land of the pain
The sane lose not knowing they were part of the game
And while the insides change
The box stays the same and the figure inside could bear anybody’s name
The memories I keep are from a time like then
I put on my paper so I could come back to them
Someday I’m hoping to close my eyes and pretend
That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again

Yo, from the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture’s there
The memory won’t escape me

I’m here at this podium talking
The ceremonial offerings dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring
What’s happening?
City governments are eternally napping
Trapped in greedy covenants
Causing urban collapse
And bullets that scar souls with dark holes
Get more than your car stole, some parts be blacker than charcoal, for real
This society’s deprivation depends now on our differences but the separation within
No preparation is made
Limited aid, minimum wage
Living in a tenement cage where rent isn't paid
Tragedy within a parade
The darkness overspreads like a permanent plague
I’m the forgotten

In the memory you’ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up

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Yes, I am 14.

I wish I could write songs so simply but lyrical creativity comes only on rare spontaneous occasion