Old poetry
Don't worry, I've withheld the cringiest specimens! Here's some teenage angst that may inspire your own songwriting.
Autumn
Gold will always rot to green
As silver into gray
It's all a part of loss that fades
Into its own decay.
Green always dissolves to brown
While evening drinks today
Time's eternal waves that ceaseless come
To shore and never stay.
Music always dies as silence,
Silence swallows what we say
The stilled heart and breathless breast
Of those who greet no morning's ray.
Love always melts to sorrow,
Beauty withers day by day
A falling rain that touches Earth
And is absorbed away.
Loneliness is like Silence
Loneliness is like silence
It fills every space
Always in the background
Behind smiling face.
Life's joyful pauses are filled with this
Between the laughter, among the bliss.
Pause in loquation and feel its cold kiss.
Loneliness, loneliness, in the abyss.
The dark between stars,
The tears from a lie,
The eyes of the innocent who wonders why
Loneliness, loneliness, there when you die.
It lives in the distance of humanity's lives
The quiet and solitary are where loneliness thrives
A constant, a theme with which people strive
To overwrite and forget until their demise.
Loneliness, loneliness, always arrives.
Loneliness is the darkness which devours the dead
Always awaiting in silence's stead.
Give
Give and give and give away
All of you
Expect nothing, get nothing
Nothing's left.
When it's all over, no one noticed
Who was always there for them
When you're bereft.
Give your only scrap of food, die alone
Give the bitterness that fills the void
Empty, empty.
No joy.
Cigarette Scent
Cigarette scent only smells good on you
Tart with sarcasm
Bitter with truth
In a world where no one's perfect
And nothing is new
I draw close to you
Finding no adieu
I don't see your ashes,
Just the flame inside you
Thus I say true
Cigarette scent only smells good on you.
Lila
Alas the day Lila withered in the grass
Her roots consumed by dust, ants, and heat
Small girl sat and cried by her friend's dead feet
Fragrant blooms and leaves shall no more pass
Their loving shade upon brown eyes
Where once grey arms upheld cautious feet
Pieces lay ripped apart in stacks so neat
A mass of dead wood, bare against the sky
Memories of the eyrie she had filled her mind
In Lila's strong arms the girl could not cry
Closer to God, now no arms brought her high
Happiness
Happiness dropped me off
By the side of the road
I hear my feet
As I walk home
Emptier than before
Nothing to say.
Taillights disappear
There was never any way