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Post by tamwyn on May 26, 2010 22:53:02 GMT -5
As the days go by,
I lose myself,
In what is known as life.
It seems so hard,
To have a simple life,
But easy to lose yourself in it.
Once you lose yourself,
Is it easy to find yourself again?
Or would you find someone who you don't recognize?
-by someone I used to care about.
Life is like a hopeless dream,
I wish to anyone who would listen,
Tell me otherwise and draw me out,
of this lifeless existence that mocks life itself,
I don't recognize who I am anymore or if I ever will,
I just need someone to care, to love, and laugh out loud,
to get out of the existence I have and help me find myself anew.
-Random crap I just wrote.
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Post by tamwyn on Jul 1, 2010 23:17:41 GMT -5
Fire and flame/ sent through the air,
Dancing and twisting/ ever so fair,
Setting/ everyone’s/ hearts aflame,
Bringing/ beauty/ itself/ to shame,
Bending the fire and flame to your will,
No one can match your incredible skill,
Will you teach me your mystical ways?
I’ll be your student the rest of my days.
Or,/ if/ you do prefer,
Perhaps/ I could/ be your lover.
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Post by tamwyn on Jul 1, 2010 23:19:08 GMT -5
ODST themed "Day and Nite". Lol, I got bored one day.
[Dutch]:
Day and night (what, what)
I drive and turn, I keep stressing my ride, ride (what, what)
I book for Wraiths but speed I don't attain (what, what)
What I need for keeps this silly game we play, play
Now look at this (what, what)
Mad Covenant keep comin at me, me (what, what)
I try to run but see I'm not that fast (what, what)
I think I'm first but surely finish last, last
[Chorus:]
Cuz day and night
The lonely soldier seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)
Day and night
The lonely soldier seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone, some things will never change (never change)
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)
[Romeo:]
Hold the phone (what, what)
The lonely soldier, mr. Romeo (what, what)
He's on the move can't seem to shake the blade (what, what)
Within his dreams he see's the life he made, made
The pain is deep (what, what)
A silent killer you won't hear a peep, peep (what, what)
The Brute he hates don't seem to want him too(what, what)
It seems the feelings that he had are through, through
[Chorus:]
Cuz day and night
The lonely soldier seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)
Day and night
The lonely soldier seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone, some things will never change (yeah) (never change)
The lonely loner seems to free his(yeah) mind at night (at, at, at night)
[Buck:]
Slow moe, (what, what)
When the woman slows up and creates that new, new (what, what)
He seems alive though he is feeling blue (what, what)
The gun is shining man he's super cool, cool
The lonely nights (what, what)
They fade away as he slips into the bright lights (what, what)
He blows a clip and then Buck’s on the way (what, what)
To free his friend in lock-up,
To free his friend in lock-up,
To free his friend in lock-up,
[Chorus:]
day and night
The lonely soldier seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)
Day and night
The lonely soldier seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone, some things will never change (never change)
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)
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Post by tamwyn on Jul 1, 2010 23:21:54 GMT -5
Mass Effect, Mass Effect, Mass Effect 2
Mass Effect-ing and Mass Effect 3
Goin' and blowin' up planets for fun
Now the sex scene has begun
Mass Effect, Mass Effect, Mass Effect 2
Mass Effect crime in Mass Effect time
Glancin' and dancin' in Citadel Square
In the burning air
What a tight time, it's the right time
To blow Sar-en away
Mass Effect time takes a long time
To go glidin' in a Norman-day
Giddy-up Mister Joker, pick up your feet (lol)
Drive us into the dock
Fix and a-repair in the MAKO’s damn heat
Watch out for that there rock!
What a tight time, it's the right time
To blow Sar-en away
Mass Effect time takes a long time
To go glidin' in a Norman-day
Giddy-up Mister Joker, pick up your feet
Drive us into the dock
Fix and a-repair in the MAKO’s damn heat
That's the Mass Effect
That's the Mass Effect
That's the Mass Effect rock!
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Post by tamwyn on Jul 1, 2010 23:23:45 GMT -5
Discarded story idea, made entirely of a "script-like" style.
Riiiing-riiing.
“Who’s phone is that? What the hell?”
Riing-riiing. Riiing-Riiing.
“Okay, seriously, we don’t even have phones that make that kind of noise anymore.”
“Hello! Yeah. What? Cool! Alright, bye.”
“…Really? That’s your ringtone?”
“Joe, Starcraft II’s Collectors Edition just became available. Let’s go get it.”
“…What, wait, wait. Who told you this?”
“Gamestop? Who else?”
“They actually called you?”
“Nah, it was some voice-activated robot.”
“Why were you talking to- You know what? Nevermind. You’re insane!”
“You going to take me or not?”
“Just get in the car, you idiot.”
*clump clump clump*
*clack-bang*
“So, how was your day?”
“Fine until you walked in.”
“Hey, I know you want the game as much as I do!”
“Screw you, dude…”
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Post by tamwyn on Aug 30, 2010 21:32:33 GMT -5
Obj completed...
EmoStat: Optimal...
/End Prgm: TempFlrt...
Completed...
Restoring Original Functionality...
ShlPrgm reestablished.
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Post by tamwyn on Nov 20, 2010 20:10:04 GMT -5
Am I crazy?
I smile wickedly as I draw back my blade, its metallic surface glistening in the moonlight. Small droplets of blood slither down to the point like serpents, leaving trails of a deep, dark red. I bring the knife down into the body beneath me, my throat aching from the constant giggles and laughter streaming out of my mouth. It’s so funny, the way the flesh parts, like a hungry grin begging for more. Slice him up!
Are we insane?
No more breath comes from the corpse like a working of the bellows. No more pathetic whining and mewling, like a baby kitten. The man who had lived was growing cold to the touch, his skin pale. The crimson fluid stands out nicely against the icy flesh. I smile again as I slowly slice a piece of skin off, needing to hear a reaction; any reaction. The man stayed silent, a feeling of sadness whisking its way through my heart.
What do you do when there are two?
“No more here, is there? Hee hee,” a voice crackling through the octaves of my vocal cords. “Not enough to feed me. No soul to please me. Now what do I do? Kill? Perhaps. Maybe. Yes? Ha ha. Haha. Hahahahaha.”
I can feel the displeasure dancing away, giving over to a haunting glee. My mouth feels stretched with the insane smile plastered across my face. The grisly scene in front of me is in clear focus, my eyes wider than my grin. Depression hits me, glee again. Now love as I stroke the tender flesh of the departed. Anger, now, at the body, for not giving me what I want. My smile turns into a sneer.
Whose feelings am I experiencing?
“No,” my voice responds, my own, stable, deep voice. It’s such a pleasure hearing it after the inane cackling. “We should leave. I’d prefer not to sit in another jail cell like I have been for the last few years. It would be supremely annoying, even in the small amount of time it would take to escape.”
“So say you? Yes? Hee hee,” my throat scratches out, the grin returning to my face. “Sense, I suppose. I need to feed, though. Can I have the next one we see? Souls are ever so delicious. ”
“Again, no,” I say dispassionately, sighing. “She is not for you.”
Rage coats my vision, turning it red, a headache forming as I grab the body and bite deep into the arm. Blood rushes into my mouth, the warm liquid soothing me. The body is heavy as I throw it into the nearby river.
I’m all bloody?
“I need a body!” my voice barks deeply, the sneer deepening.
“I agree. Staying with you is almost too much for me. All these bodies are piling up.”
“Hee hee. Like you have any, ah, compunctions, as you say, about these. Your consciousness is as dead as mine!”
“Yes, you are correct,” I frown. “However, the point remains.”
“And that point is? That I need a body? Hahahahah,” I stop in midthought, cackling as I jump into the cold water after the body. I hardly even feel it. “Or that you wish me gone?”
“Just shut up.”
Slice them up.
It’s fun.
I lick my canine, as if I think it can grow. It isn’t sharp, but I bite down into my lip, hoping for something. Ah, the blood tastes so.
What am I doing?
“We’ll get there eventually. Slice, slice, slice. Haha!”
What do we do when there are two?
Insanity takes hold. It’s glorious.
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Post by Jenny (Reffy) on Nov 24, 2010 10:16:29 GMT -5
Can I post here? >.> Hoping this isn't a -Tammy only- thread. Will delete if it is.
Just read your latest and I am completely impressed. Loved this, Tam. (Helps that I was listening to some pretty weird music at the time!) You balanced the crazy and the sane so beautifully and the repetition of "What do we do when there are two?" Then, at the end, when the two merged or the crazy took over and the sane let it - awesome ending. The questions as it progressed to was so simple but very powerful.
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Post by tamwyn on Nov 24, 2010 23:15:21 GMT -5
Would it creep you out to say that this conversation, aside from the dead body, took place in my mind, as well as some of it out loud, a day before I wrote it?
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Post by Jenny (Reffy) on Nov 25, 2010 4:14:15 GMT -5
Would it creep you out to say that this conversation, aside from the dead body, took place in my mind, as well as some of it out loud, a day before I wrote it? Not in the slightest! To be an author you need to be just a little bit mad  Although I wonder now why you were having that conversation? Unless that was just you planning out the story? |
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Post by tamwyn on Nov 25, 2010 12:40:37 GMT -5
It just came upon me. Guess my brain started shorting out and going crazy for awhile.
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Although I wonder now why you were having that conversation? Unless that was just you planning out the story?