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Froggy Starlust
(acolyte)
01/19/07 08:58 AM
Put me to sleep new [re: JarethsGirl]  

O please put me to sleep
So I won't think and weep
And please save me from my anger
Against this race so mediocre:
The humans and their petty ways
Their selfish minds and their decay
They leave me in dismay
And complete disarray

O please put me to sleep
So I won't fume and weep
Please save me from my hate
O take me through Death's Gate!


"This is very good, but please don't do it again." - Grandma on my roasted camembert recipe

Froggy Starlust
(acolyte)
01/19/07 09:09 AM
Drowning my wounds in ink new [re: Froggy Starlust]  

I'm not as steady as you think
I drown my wounds in ink
But I'm still on the brink
Between gentle desperation
And utter destruction

And everything is said and done
The bullet's in the gun
The pen's on the table
And I'm so unstable
Yearning for oblivion
In a deathly fashion

Now

The words have dried
The bullet takes a ride
Inside my barren brain
Then makes a big red stain
But others feel the pain:
They know this life was vain


"This is very good, but please don't do it again." - Grandma on my roasted camembert recipe

Froggy Starlust
(acolyte)
01/19/07 09:17 AM
Re: Drowning my wounds in ink new [re: Froggy Starlust]  

PS: I've been slightly depressed this week.

"This is very good, but please don't do it again." - Grandma on my roasted camembert recipe

Froggy Starlust
(acolyte)
01/19/07 01:08 PM
I must confess new [re: Froggy Starlust]  

A lecherous bilingual thing for a change:

I must confess
Que j'aime tes fesses ;
Je les caresse :
Oh! Such softness!

Now please undress,
Sois ma maîtresse ;
Dénoue tes tresses,
O Shy Goddess!

(I must possess
La pécheresse
Jusqu'à l'ivresse ;
I won't digress!)

Here comes success!
Candeur, jeunesse,
Délicatesse,
And joy endless!

(Did I transgress?
Quelle étroitesse !)


"This is very good, but please don't do it again." - Grandma on my roasted camembert recipe

Froggy Starlust
(acolyte)
01/19/07 03:39 PM
Re: I must confess new [re: Froggy Starlust]  

And a reading of Kate's poem Invisibles: http://www.4shared.com/file/9146107/3a61afd9/Invisibles.html

"This is very good, but please don't do it again." - Grandma on my roasted camembert recipe

Remade/Remodeled
(acolyte)
01/21/07 12:44 PM
C'mon, it's the 90s! new [re: Remade/Remodeled]  

Paranoia sets in
when your friends describe someone as looking like Pete Doherty,
and you say he's 'sweeter';
is that me?

I know they've seen me on your screen
but you don't know what they've seen:
the nights where I've stumbled around
trying to find myself
in the bottom of a scotch glass
that they never let me empty


not that I'd want to.


though, I do like you very much
which is why I'm worried:

has my reputation preceeded me
or has it just let me down?



Whether in success or failure, sooner or later time must lead to disillusionment...

Remade/Remodeled
(acolyte)
01/21/07 12:52 PM
My loneliness is killing me new [re: Froggy Starlust]  

Frenchie, I suspect your desire to make things rhyme detracts from the heartfeltness of the overall piece (feel free to correct me if I'm wrong), but I'd still fancy a translation of the sifty bilingual piece.

Also, I need some courting advice if you or anyone else who understands women is free.


Ohro?

Whether in success or failure, sooner or later time must lead to disillusionment...

Froggy Starlust
(acolyte)
01/21/07 06:52 PM
Re: My loneliness is killing me [re: Remade/Remodeled]  

I don't know, I still like the bilingual thing two days after writing it, so I guess it's not too awful... But I bought this book yesterday and I'm loving it, so I guess you're going to see fewer and fewer rhymes here anyway :



"This is very good, but please don't do it again." - Grandma on my roasted camembert recipe

Froggy Starlust
(acolyte)
01/21/07 07:17 PM
I must confess v2 [re: Remade/Remodeled]  

This is a possible translation (many rhymes are lost, sadly):

I must confess
I like you thighs;
I caress them:
Oh! Such softness!

Now please undress,
Be my mistress;
Untie your braids,
O Shy Goddess!

(I must possess
The sinner till
I'm elated;
I won't digress!)

Here comes success!
Candour, youngness,
Sensitiveness,
And joy endless!

(Did I transgress?
Oh! Such tightness!)

and a recording of the original version: I must confess

"This is very good, but please don't do it again." - Grandma on my roasted camembert recipe

JarethsGirl
(stardust savant)
01/22/07 08:47 AM
I'm a boil in pigtails.. [re: Froggy Starlust]  

Slightly depressed has got to be better than completely warped...

This is a poem about a pair of star-crossed junkies, one of which has contracted AIDS, while the other is forced to sit back and watch the life drain from him until it's gone, entirely. In the end, she dooms herself by making love with him and presumably contracting the virus, then O.D.ing.

Yeah, I don't know where this shit comes from, but I have quite an effed up imagination.


"Fixed"

I see your phallus as a boil
I see your seed as parasites
I see your lust as an infection
I see your fever; seething fright
I see you lancing your pain bubble
Huddled in the corner, there
I feel me draining to a puddle
Blood and milk,
And, liquid flesh
But, still I try,
To try my best...

I used to see you as Adonis
Clever, clear, and crystal honest
Of all the men, you were the strongest
Of all the ladies; I, the wrongest

Blood and cuts, we smeared with grime
Liquid flesh and liquid time
Crystal mesh on shielded mornings
Needing to white wash the warnings
Needles, thorns of red, adorning
Crests of cars that we called home
Cars that didn't tend to roam
Babes we washed in burning foam

Of all your dreams, I was the longest
Of all my dreams, you were the fondest

I feel the cold, black swan upon us
Here, to preen the pristine white
A kiss,
For every feather, light;
Adrift, but stuck,
Rooted,
And, tight...

I feel you trembling;
Feel disgust
I feel the white and red combust
I taste exhaust;
Your seeping pus
Out of this ugly life, contained
Quarantined
And, preordained
Nothing ventured, nothing gained...

I feel your death inside my veins
Its portwine stain ferments in me
I feel the sickness spread in me
I feel the sickness set me free

I'm pregnant with the lives we've slain
Your side is where they find me lain
In dreams from which we can't revive
The cars we knew not how to drive


I think the influence of TW is alienating me from general society. - to_dizzy


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