Idk, tell me what you think of all these songs ive written/am writing. Some are kinda shitty and need work, others are pretty cool imo. Don't be a dick about it, just help me improve. Also note that like very little of these are final products. So here they are:

Song 1
Celestial wonders of empyrean sublime,
Caressing the stars, great beauty divine,
And I plead that in time,
I may find a mistress who shares these desires of mine.
A girl like that would blow my mind.
Abstract hues of blue and green,
Above Earth’s oceanic domain serene,
Transcend the skies above,
And return, what a sight to be seen.
Send me a woman that shares these visions of mine.

Song 2
Where do you go, when you have nowhere else to go?
Come with me,
Take a journey into your mind.
What will you find?
Where do you think I am, with my eyes glowing and relaxed?
Where do you think I go as I gaze into the horizon?
Prepare to see,
Where I am, in my wonderland.
Skies bluer than blue, seem to go on and on and on
Nature resides in one, one fabric of love.
You will soon see life as I see,
Come take my hand,
If I am Alice, than this is my wonderland.
Poor Sprint, alone in his head.
Wandering around, spiritually dead.
Then came the man, with ruby red eyes,
"Come with me, fly higher than the skies"
I am Alice, and welcome to wonderland.

Song 3:
She’s attractive, as they say on Earth,
I guess so
Says the puppet for the dead,
See the puppet, in all his so-called glory,
Oh, my, what a life the puppet has,
Until we show our face, I might add
Because the puppet is dead,
The puppet of the dead,
I think I’ve taken a liking to her, as they say in the land of the dead,
If only, If only,
See her as she strives,
How majestic,
If only, if only,
The puppet had not sealed her fate,
The puppet of the dead.
Now, Mr. Puppet, Now how do you feel?
I can assure you, I do not take kindly to your arrogance,
See how the puppet falls,
He drowns in his own selfishness,
A teardrop dripping down her face,
She merely stares, still as beautiful as ever,
And only one word comes from her mouth,
“Why?”


Song 4:
I’m desperate for you,
Yearning for you, My love.
I can’t seem to find a way,
To live with or without you another day.
The absence of pain makes pain all the worse,
When it veers it’s ugly head,
And yet the grass is always greener on the other side.
Therefore, with you I am dead, but without you I am damned.
So, I might ask, which is worse?
Confusion is desolation,
Unsure thoughts spiraling into one another in a lonely mind,
This lonely mind of which is mine.
Confusion is desecration,
Destruction of the soul,
From the ignorance of a confused psyche.


Song 5:
Brain-dead, like a rag doll, he falls to the ground,
His pride shattered,
His body limp and cold.
Unable to comprehend the damage he has done,
He drifts in the abysmal, lifeless void of his subconscious,
And what a sight to be seen:
A sense of fate sets in as a swirling mist comes out from within,
And he sees the great divine, and the future of human kind,
He stumbles, tries to find his way.
And falters.
With his dwindling subconscious strength slowly depleting,
He awaits his end,
Only to be greeted by the great divine again,
This time, with a will to defend.
“Close your eyes,
Thy subconscious eyes,
And look within,
Thy subconscious heart,
And think, think with thy subconscious brain,
And transcend thy ignorance, never again.”

Song 6:
Always wandering, never at peace,
My mind racing, terrible thoughts never cease.
Peace of Mind is all I need
Clear of all worries, clear of all troubles, clear of all pain.
Instead, one thought to another, one worry to another,
My mind never rests.
I say I am an advocate for love,
An advocate for peace,
For all that is good,
But I cannot help the hate
The hate that lies deep in my heart
Hatred I am set to destroy.
I’m happy to see you go….

Song 7:
Doctor, can you heal me? I am in need, I say. Can you heal me?
Mend my soul doctor, mend my heart of all it’s wounds,
Please heal me, doctor,
For I fear it will be too late.
Heal me doctor.


Meh. DOn't be too harsh. Note that the context is trippy, dreamy, psychedelic rock of some sort.

10 views, no replies, do they suck that bad?

Keep it up, young Padawan.

Thank you (x warmed my heart a bit to read that <33333

LOL half of it is about smoking weed, other half is about women, and other half is my partial insanity :P

Ya man, you got time. No need to rush through what we think. Keep it up and ull be making records by the time youre 20

Thanks, i hope so. i used to be rushing to get noticed, because i figured i was only considered good cuz of my age, so i had to get noticed before the novelty of things disappeared, now i realize, i have lots and lots of time to get out there.

Well they're certainly better than anything I could ever write, keep going Not sure if that really means much though