I have some songs i and and my singer of my band have written - hope this isn't too racey, i know some of you are young

*Censored* You:

Celest i wanna taste you
subtle on my tongue
while you undress I'll take you
easy on the eyes
with your steady beating rythm
pressed against my chest
the warmth i always missed
when the cold was at it's best

Celest I wanna breathe you
pull you through my lungs
With a scent so overwhelming
I can taste it on my tongue
In the kitchen, in the shower
I'll have you anywhere
I just wanna swim the river
Beneath your underwear

chorus:
And I know
you're no different than me
you do it so shamelessly like me
and I know
that it'll never work out
the only thing i will do
is *censored* you

For These Some Days


Wash me under the red-bearing seas

Of my dreams and breakings for you

Burying the inherent sorrows

That I never really had hold of

Cacophonic echoes of the world's tonight

Heart clash and break at my door

Murdering thoughts of your allure

I have no yearning to shelter selves

For these, these love hated

Aching breaking down the sun days

Buried and lost in the fever-tossed night


-©2006 S.L. Windsor

When I can get on my computer downstairs [which should be within the hour] I'll post up one I wrote on my birthday that I completely forgot about.

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Okay, here it is, it isn't the best when it comes to rhyming or flowing but it's still nice I think.

As I sit here, upon this night,
They whisk away this beautiful sight,
Of you and me, and those between,
That time in life which we had been,
So lost in time, and caught in space
Distressed, relieved, and out of place
We thought, and dreamed and instigated,
Such questions flowed, about our minds,
As to where to go and how to lead,
These lives we spend among each other
Waiting, wondering, how to discover
A life worth living, within our world
The ones we had, didn't fit at all.

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Simply because this thread needs more attention


Sanctus

I will not be the razor
You bleed yourself out on.

I am no catalyst,
No catharsis,
No sinewy vampiric beauty
Come
To quicken you again.

This path you consider yours alone,
Deigning other feet
(Mine)
Too simple to tread the weird.

I am not food for you,
Not meat
For your vicious ambition.

I have been there
To that place.

Does it make you sad,

This red night
Of the jealous soul's abyss?

Here I remember
Other days,
Other ways;
A time that never left.

Then you were the razor
And I the discontent blood.

Why do you marvel
At what we now are?

Easy is the wounding,
And simple the choice
That leads to your remorse:

As I was denied,
So I now deny.


©2006 S.L.Windsor

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