Others' music is my paper
a work in progress poem/lyric
why,
why,
just why?
why the only songs what inspired,
locked away from me i’m tired.
tired of being crashed by the dreams,
for one day i can animate for what i please.
others’ music is my paper,
make my entire day well,
I might create something new,
something just for my soul.
for some reason the songs,
i cant do them just wrong,
i just wanna animate,
cool stuff for all anyway.
but there is copyright,
the thing what decide,
my fate and my future anyway,
if i do something wrong, i have to pay.
that kind of money what i dont have,
the passion what barely left.
often permission i need,
but noone answers even if i plead
others’ music is my paper,
make my entire day well,
I might create something new,
something just for my soul.
why the song i write just poems,
why i try where start my problems,
i already picked my trades,
why i try the hard ways.
why i don’t know, i feel down,
but noone cares now,
never did anyway,
i have to forge my way.
others’ music is my paper,
make my entire day well,
I might create something new,
something just for my soul.
for some reason the songs,
i cant do them just wrong,
i just wanna animate,
cool stuff for all anyway.
sure, not everyone would agree,
what i do i know a small niche,
animation for bits of music,
but often i’m not aloud to use it.
others’ music is my paper,
make my entire day well,
I might create something new,
something just for my soul.
I bottled it up
a work in progress poem/lyric
I bottled it up, 5 a
now the bottle is broken, 7 b
I fucked it up, 5 a
have no way to hold in, 7 b
feels like patience is stolen, 7 a
passion tries fill in even, 7 a
passionett not successfull, 7 b
even if this feels awfull 7 b
don’t wanna fool anyone, 7 a
I have to find the real one, 7 a
have to get back her in place, 7 b
before it gets too late 7 b
Not satisfying - song
a work in progress poem/lyric
Not satisfying.
My new job not satisfying,
My passion is slowly dying,
And my patience running low,
I don’t know if i can make it,
How long i can take it,
Before i cry and just run home.
I never i thought this can be,
And this thing upsets me,
Killing all my creativity,
Do as u told,
As fast as u know,
But u can’t have mistakes any.
It’s just not satisfying,
If u come from work dying,
And you nearly end up crying,
Feeling like a big failure,
Because that’s not your desire.
Be perfect worker without any fire.
U want to plan stuff,
To make it can tough,
Overtime here almost guaranteed,
You can also say no,
But this risky u know,
So u do it, lead by your greed/fear.
It’s just not satisfying,
If u come from work dying,
And you nearly end up crying,
Feeling like a big failure,
Because that’s not your desire.
Be perfect worker without any fire.
…
Before i could do art,
Daily as my own craft,
But now i can do it barely,
And this was what made me happy.
Now i am just an emty shell,
My soul feels like gone to hell,
And I only as a masked shell remain,
One who is kind of good at,
The task daily just get,
But it all just cause me pain.
It’s just not satisfying,
If u come from work dying,
And you nearly end up crying,
Feeling like a big failure,
Because that’s not your desire.
Be perfect worker without any fire.
In the end of the day,
Only my little hope remain,
I can break this hellish wheel,
But it have its cost
And many what can lost,
I hope one day it becomes real,
and changes how badly i now feel.
My new job isn't satisfying,
My passion is slowly dying,
And my patience's running low,
I don’t know if I can make it,
How long I can take it,
Before I cry and just run home.
I never thought this can be,
And this thing upsets me,
Killing all my creativity,
Do as you're told,
As fast as you know,
But you can’t make mistakes, any.
It’s just not satisfying,
If you come from work dying,
And you nearly end up crying,
Feeling like a big failure,
Because that’s not your desire.
Be perfect worker without any fire.
You want to plan stuff,
To make it, can tough,
Overtime here is almost guaranteed,
Of course you can say no,
But it's risky, you know,
So you do it, led by your greed/fear.
It’s just not satisfying,
If you come from work dying,
And you nearly end up crying,
Feeling like a big failure,
Because that’s not your desire.
Be perfect worker without any fire.
…
Before I could do art,
Daily as my own craft,
But now I can do it barely,
And this was what made me happy.
Now I am just an empty shell,
My soul feels like it's gone to hell,
And I only as a masked shell remain,
One who is kind of good at,
The task daily just get,
But it all just cause me pain.
It’s just not satisfying,
If you come from work dying,
And you nearly end up crying,
Feeling like a big failure,
Because that’s not your desire.
Be perfect worker without any fire.
In the end of the day,
Only my little hope remains,
I can break this hellish wheel,
But it has its cost
And many what can lost,
I hope one day it becomes real,
and changes how badly I now feel.
Anger is a tool
a work in progress poem/lyric
people when in stress,
they might become intence,
they throw it all heat at all,
to the last person who did something small
then that person feels upset,
they didnt deserved all of that,
maybe just a little drop,
from that big blow they got.
for me anger is a tool,
to create something cool,
i make my anger a fuel,
for my passion and all.
i bottle up my feelings.
sadly makes a sudden release,
Curiosity
a work in progress poem/lyric
You don’t know me,
you think u can judge me,
even if u do, i don’t care,
I am a substitute teacher,
in this game the joker,
so i also, can be everywhere.
easy to judge me,
just by the look,
but u will be,
who got by a hook,
I’m not always be there,
to save you even if i swear,
be carefull with your curiousity,
deadly,
if u hadle it wrong,
the topic of this song.
the curosity,
deadly seem it be,
still necesserry,
to be the best u-u can be.
Mira Origin song
a work in progress poem/lyric
one mistake
how many tries to take,
to fix one big mistake,
When i didnt even knuw,
What did i do?
Last week wiped out,
my mind freaked out,
I was a teacher at a school,
even if just a substitute.
how could i end in this trouble,
when i’m just teacher after all,
why life became so cruel,
I just feel like a big fool.
like a human just as weak,
or as powerfull as a mage,
because a curse wont last a week,
they blessed to my blood to awake
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