One of My First Lyrics (Time for You to Rise)

This song was meant for a manga/anime 'Alumni' that I'm trying to make.

I made up the words for 2 songs so far... All that's left is to turn them into ones which my friends and I will be working on. Here are the lyrics of the 2nd.
The first was a love melody 'I'm About to Fly'... I decided to share the second... it's a sort of combat music to which the Lyrics areee...

Do you feel the whisper in the air?
The melodies it sings
Get on your feet it says to you
Get on and spread your wings
These are the days for you to rise
And soar above the skies
It’s time for you to use your strength
And savour all your ties

Chorus

As far up as mountains reach
You will climb the angles steep
As far down as oceans go
You will dive to bottoms low
It is time for you to rise
Time to savour all your ties
It is time and time won’t stop
Not until you reach the top
Let us wipe out all those lies
It is time for you to rise

Do you see the thunderstorm?
Do you sense the hurricane?
You will have to walk it through
Through the wind and through the rain
Get on your feet they say to you
Get back on and spread your wings

Chorus


Thought I'd make it simple. Songs should be like that no? well when the music's done will post it here. :p

The Fruits of My Boredom and Lack of Respect

This is a poem I wrote during uni's most boring lecture given by the most boring professor.
Someone I recently lost respect for... why?
because I have a feeling I know more about the subject he's teaching than he does. All he ever did was read from the book and explain what he was reading in a very unprofessional and bad way. I actually believe some students would be able to explain things better than him.

As he was explaining something about the meaning of linguistic intuition. He only explained how linguistic intuition could be acquired... but he apparently couldn't explain or define what linguistic intuition was in the first place... I mean I KNEW what it was... but I wanted to see how he would explain it... so I asked. He answered with.... 'you get it after going through experience in a language'.... so I asked again by saying... I know how it's acquired... my question was... what IS it??
His answer then was.... 'This means you didn't read....'
Was asking for a simple definition too much to answer?? And perhaps people read but they don't understand?? Is it not his job to explain it?
It was obvious that he didn't know how to answer the question and went into something completely irrelevant. The other students realized that as well... since it was not the first time he blamed the students for not reading as an excuse for not having to answer the question.

Can I really learn from someone like that? Can I actually have any respect whatsoever towards him?
Unfortunately not...
to prove to you how easy answering that question is. linguistic intuition is having a feeling for a language after getting used to it. If someone used the wrong grammar in their sentences you would get a feeling that it sounds wrong even though you're not sure why. That's exactly what intuition for language is. And that's all it takes to explain it.

Anyway... I got bored... cuz I had no interest in reading through a book in class which I could read better by myself at home. So I wrote this poem to pass time instead

Here I sit and words fly by
Through one end and out the other
It's hard to hear those words that fly
They're more dull than rainy weather

I'm so bored, extremely bored
I may not wish to offend
Though he's writing on that board
I've no mind to comprehend

This is it, I've lost the will
To live and sit inside this room
I am going under hill
Bursting to escape this doom

I can't wait, but here I am
Counting seconds till the end
Finally I'm out and damn!
Now I know hell's latest trend!

TripleTee
2009

Words Unspoken

Words Unspoken

From far within the widest seas
In waters cold and oceans deep
There will be times, when heedless rhymes
Will throw in words for minds to keep

Those words that form one's true concern
With which those eyes would start to weep
One's pointless aim, to give the blame
To minor numbers down the heap

Yet nameless folk would neither care
Nor try to see how things would be
If those who play, would stop their way
And leave their place in history

Then times will come and leave its age
To where its age decides to be
And those who claim, to know the game
Know naught of its adversary

2007
TripleTee

This was a poem I wrote at a moment when my nerves were almost at an end from a forum I partly moderate together with a number of admins and moderators. That would be English Sabla.
That day I started realizing and understanding how certain moderators used to feel and what they had to deal with.
Some started dictating to me that I was wrong in my judgements and perhaps I was, the team themselves responded little, yet showed support in public.
Certain things can be hectic and you can't always please everyone. You try and get snapped at in return.
This poem was just something I happened to feel like writing at a blink of an eye.
Everything has its ups and downs. However, there will be a time when I'll decide to move on and inshalla find myself a better successor.

But ofcourse only when my nerves can't support it anymore... which is a difficult level to reach.

An Old Tree

Through my days I've grown deep roots

Going down to ancient mines

Arrows, armors, scripts and flutes

Dating from beyond the times

Through those times I've lived to see

Streaks of endless history

I have seen what used to be

Secrets kept a mystery

I'm an old unheeded tree

Yet my age goes far beyond

Every day some pass by me

Unaware of times I bond

All the time such natures form

Full of signs and tracks of old

All this time those days once norm

Have become long tales untold

2007

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Tee

Just a Dream

Just a Dream

Just a dream, it’s just a dream
Just a phantom of my trance
Visions of an unknown scheme
Cut it short from one long prance

Just a dream, it’s just a phase
Let my silence speak its words
All this time has left no trace
Like a nest left clear of birds

Just a dream, it’s just a thought
Left its owner out of spite
From the joy it could’ve brought
Took its faith out of my sight

Just a dream, that left some hope
That forever shined anew
Only I could never cope
With a weak uncertain view

Just a dream, it’s just a wish
That unlikely could come true
Just a dream, and now I wish
That my dreams dispose of you

TripleTee

Something I felt like writing also inspired by Sarah Brightman's soundtracks...
Hope you like it :)

It's Difficult

Difficult to Write

I had a poem in mind to write
About the gift of sight
Though pictures made, can slowly fade
Those thoughts were not yet bright

I had some thoughts in mind to mark
As empty as the dark
Those thoughts were slight, and barely right
To start another spark

I still had thoughts I could inscribe
Though pictures did the bribe
Attractive arts, laid low like darts
Were lost in just one vibe

And until now I could engrave
With marks I still enslave
Their deadliness, no more or less
Would still, my writings crave

Though still I wish those thoughts would stay
The words are hard to play
So throughout time, those words that rhyme
Won’t reach until this day


TripleTee 2006
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That mighta been hard to write all the same :p

Well it's how I constantly feel every now and then... ideas are crammed in my head... it's just so hard to implement them... but they're THERE, I promise....lol...

Ok it's just an update for now... saving time for my next... which will be a bit more intense and'll need me to be in the mood for it... as well as getting my readers to be in the mood to read it...

oh well... hope you liked the above :p

Words From The Heart

Come Back To Me

Come back to me
For if the world would swallow me I'd dream of you
Come back to me
For if your words would soothen me I'd soothen you
Come back to me
I cannot bear to think of living without you
Come back to me
You don't deserve the treatment others give to you
Come back to me
For if your will would cherish me, I'd cherish you
Come back to me
I am the one who'd risk it all to be with you
Come back to me
You do not see how much my poor heart longs for you
Come back to me
For even if you went away I'd think of you
Come back to me
For nothing swiped the memories of me and you
Come back to me
It's just a bond that intertwines my mind to you
Come back to me
Just look at me, it is my heart that yearns for you
Come back to me
Come back to me, or else let me come back to you

TripleTee

Make the Effort

Sometimes I wonder through thoughts far away
About how my life turned out to be
And though I'm not sure what happened today
There're things I would still just like to see
And try to think what I'm meaning to say
About what goes on around the world and me
Try to follow and think what I say
That I feel too much for anyone to see
My thoughts keep coming and then drift away
About the things that most of all bother me
I'm a girl of persistance and yet if you may
You would see that it's not always true to be
That I fret from the worst and I think that I may
Be wrong all along throughout my way

I have played my part and did all that I could
To keep the music playing and keep playing around
Yet sometimes I sit thinking that it could or it would
Stop playing the tunes and just seize that great sound
Just as one part can play like the other part should
But one part alone will just flow underground
Cuz then all the rest of the puzzle's just wood
And the rest of its pieces would hardly be found
It is hard to keep going this way, it's no good
Two players should play if the game is then bound
Otherwise the outcome has not yet stood
The test that was given to pass the first round
TripleTee

I wish I were...

I wish I were a shining star
Emerging through the dark of space
I wish I were a burning light
Just shooting forms in lines of rays
I wish I were in lands so far
Where time would stop its timeless race
And yet I wish to live a life
Of harmony where music plays

I wish I were a heartless fool
Where deep emotions have no place
For if I were as she is now
I'd feel remorse from what she says
Of sorrows that arouse her pain
Or from tomorrow's evil case
Nothing will remain the same
Nothing goes and nothing stays

TripleTee

I don't even know what I'm trying to say here... it's as random as can be... came out of the blue... so i guess I'll figure out later :os :os ...

Lost Memories

A moment of sadness inspired this poem... I dedicate it's morals to my friend (Princess) at this present situation... (I hope you're doing well and in good health... ) ... It says: There's been a time when I would walk Concealing thoughts I've held along Then hearing voices tell and talk Of memories, and talk for long Recalling days of lasting youth Or laughing faces singing songs If one would try to see the truth That day would fade where it belongs The past it goes and here remains The fragments of a lasting thought Of memories that cause restrains Or tears to flow for times I sought Moments that would not return Nor stay the same throughout our lives Times will change and cause concern No matter how a person strives So still I walk not looking back Or thinking of what happened last I know I can't retrace my track It's all just stories of the past

It is what either of us wish to do, though we know it's not as easy as it sounds... yet remember this... it was never your fault Princess... and I hope you get over it one day...

If ever there was a friend to recall, I wouldn't think twice... if it weren't for the present situation I'd fight every chance to see you again... let others scream before they know the true meaning of friendship... but never has anyone gone through what you have for me... and I thank you all the more for it... sorry to have been such a pain in the ass :D... you know me even more than myself...

on an extra notice: I am very proud to hear your ambitions in life and how much we have in common... wherever you got that inspiration from, I would be more than delighted to watch you follow it up to success... your ideas prove you capable and I believe every bit in you. Despite all the ordeals you encounter your persistance amazes me... you deserve every merit for being the friend you are... and I hope that one day I could give it to you...thanx

Love, Tee

I'm Sorry

I'm sorry... for having hurt the trust you had for me

I'm sorry... I had no clue nor heart to feel or see

I'm sorry... you don't deserve to hear these words from me

Now I know... that after all it is what's meant to be

....

20 minute Poem!

As I was sitting on my desk one night my friend rings me up with a small request. I was to write her a poem consisting of 20 lines that had to do with a certain topic she chose for me. Thinking about it for a while I asked what day she was expectin it and she answered tonight... being in a strange mood that night and having been seated on my desk already I took the challenge... I asked her to give me 20 minutes before calling back... by then I was supposed to write 20 lines of a topic : "Lost in the Desert"... all had to rhyme! ..... as soon as she set up her stopwatch and put down the phone, I started.... being 20 mins for 20 lines gave me a minute for each ... and so this was the outcome a few seconds before she called :os. ~Lost in the Desert~ Days pass by as hot as fire Nights just pass out cold Temperatures keep going higher Here my tales unfold Long's it been since last I felt The wind of a morning breeze It's where ice would slowly melt Or else would slowly freeze Here I am, in the endless heat Under the burning sun I walk on sand with two bare feet Where distance grows as I run The mounting dunes keep coming on No signs of life appear My walking strength has almost gone And yet I had no fear Though burning days and freezing nights Could mean my end is near It's always hope and countless fights That make my ways turn clear Tripletee Don't ask for every meaning :os ..... I've written this in haste with absolutely no clue what I was getting to in the end... however as it turned out to be... hope it makes sense.. :o)

~Deep Thoughts~

Here's a piece o' my mind for being advised to write poems again. I don't know if one could make any sense out of it but is my first since I've last written any... well... enjoy... Time goes on and never waits for any tribe or race Some have gone and said that they had times to be retraced Some regreted doing things they hoped to be erased Yet as hard as they have tried, their deeds were hard to face So I sat just reminiscing words I heard before Wise ones said one's true existance counts for what they bore Wise ones said that nothing else is counted anymore So it was that values made were less or else were more Now I saw that backgrounds have completely disappeared Now I saw that some high ways were not what they appeared Goin on the hardest way was not the thing I feared Just as long as getting there would mean my triumph neared

*Tee*

Survival

A story of survival... some kinda poem I wrote some time ago... right at the spot! ... sometimes I wonder how I come up with them... but I realized that telling a story through a poem turned out to be quite enjoyable... words flow like a river :p....pff... somethin I picture shakespeare saying... *despite the fact that I don't know what he looked like*... but never the less, this story has a moral and a final conclusion which came to me by chance... quite intriguing when you get a stormbrrrr....... aahhh... You know!?... that thing!!! whatever you call it... oh nevermind, enough talk... read it!!... I mean... enjoy! :p

Silence grew among the stones
Waterdrops stood out
Sounds that came in different tones
And hardly caused a sprout
Silence that did not show peace
Nor harmony I doubt
Something eerie was unleashed
I start to roam about

Ways were spread one here one there
The channels did not join
I paused to think and flip a dare
through one side of my coin

My luck was heads, it's only fair
And so I crossed the way
I hurried on, my feet were bare
But nothing stops my day

It's only hope, it's only strength
That only counts today
The days I spent have reached a length
No more than I can say

So on I ran with beaming eyes
I thought I saw a ray
Coming through where endless tries
Were made to break the clay
So on I broke with endless sighs
Nothing stops my way
There's naught a value money buys
More worth than lives can pay

Tripletee