An Angel To Be Shaped By The Hand Of Fate (dance, single)

**sleepy jack** · 02-27-2007, 03:54 AM

I have no idea what I think of this, I didn't even know what the hell I was writing about till towards the end of the second verse.

Sorry for the massive posting of songs lately...

An Angel To Be Shaped By The Hand Of Fate

The ink was left to hang onto a page,
As the pen gently impaled the paper,
Carving a note to be left in a cage,
As a reminder everyone has a price to pay,
The eye of the pen steadily weeping a message,
Leaving the paper laced,
With sincere regret and feelings revealed too late.

And her emotions she held them to herself,
She kept everything wrapped up so obscure,
Shaping her heart to a sorrow and with every breath,
It was like her misery was becoming an accent,
So she sung all her feelings into a diary,
And the final page was too be left,
Inside a cell emptied too late.

And a single drop of rain fell from closed windows,
Hiding eyes as green as a forest sky,
She began to tread over dreams she use to adore,
About a handsome prince and rose filled suburbs.

But that clock is quickly dying so she takes one last look in the mirror,
Casting away a certain future for a fate formed by nothing nearer,
To hold onto a single thread and hope it saves you after all,
Oh the indecision of learning how to fall.

PaperHurricanesAndPlanes · 02-27-2007, 01:06 PM

impaled < Impaled is to go through, if you're talking about writing, choose a different word.
Carving < Used too often and again, it doesn't work too well.

**sleepy jack** · 02-27-2007, 03:27 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by PaperHurricanesAndPlanes

impaled < Impaled is to go through, if you're talking about writing, choose a different word.

Sorry for stretching the meaning of a word to make it sound pretty in a poem?

Carving < Used too often and again, it doesn't work too well.[/quote]

I like it there and thinks it sounds better and less predictable than writing.

PaperHurricanesAndPlanes · 02-28-2007, 12:11 AM

Get on aim. Now.

**sleepy jack** · 02-28-2007, 12:13 AM

Its not working =/

edit: nvm

ZeppelinAir · 03-01-2007, 12:44 AM

the first verse seems like something you wrote before, but i like it anyway

**sleepy jack** · 03-01-2007, 01:12 AM

Yeah,

So i'll let my pen begin to carve into a page softly,
And it will dance and scrawl, to create such pretty lines,
This ink, I feel a longing for it to write away everything,
But i'm just repeating the same steps i've taken all along,
I'm just failing to find with whom I belong.

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02-27-2007, 03:54 AM
sleepy jack Bone Machine Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Jesusland Posts: 17,218	An Angel To Be Shaped By The Hand Of Fate I have no idea what I think of this, I didn't even know what the hell I was writing about till towards the end of the second verse. Sorry for the massive posting of songs lately... An Angel To Be Shaped By The Hand Of Fate The ink was left to hang onto a page, As the pen gently impaled the paper, Carving a note to be left in a cage, As a reminder everyone has a price to pay, The eye of the pen steadily weeping a message, Leaving the paper laced, With sincere regret and feelings revealed too late. And her emotions she held them to herself, She kept everything wrapped up so obscure, Shaping her heart to a sorrow and with every breath, It was like her misery was becoming an accent, So she sung all her feelings into a diary, And the final page was too be left, Inside a cell emptied too late. And a single drop of rain fell from closed windows, Hiding eyes as green as a forest sky, She began to tread over dreams she use to adore, About a handsome prince and rose filled suburbs. But that clock is quickly dying so she takes one last look in the mirror, Casting away a certain future for a fate formed by nothing nearer, To hold onto a single thread and hope it saves you after all, Oh the indecision of learning how to fall. __________________ You're so evil and I'm so good, I'll make it up to you someday.

02-27-2007, 01:06 PM
PaperHurricanesAndPlanes Bad motherfücker Join Date: Jan 2007 Location: In The Realms of Poetry Posts: 518	impaled < Impaled is to go through, if you're talking about writing, choose a different word. Carving < Used too often and again, it doesn't work too well. __________________ Say what again motherfucker, I double dare you, say what one mo' goddamned time!

02-28-2007, 12:11 AM
PaperHurricanesAndPlanes Bad motherfücker Join Date: Jan 2007 Location: In The Realms of Poetry Posts: 518	Get on aim. Now. __________________ Say what again motherfucker, I double dare you, say what one mo' goddamned time!

02-28-2007, 12:13 AM
sleepy jack Bone Machine Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Jesusland Posts: 17,218	Its not working =/ edit: nvm __________________ You're so evil and I'm so good, I'll make it up to you someday.

03-01-2007, 12:44 AM
ZeppelinAir hahahHAHAHahaha.......ha Join Date: Jun 2006 Location: somewhere in Michigan Posts: 544	the first verse seems like something you wrote before, but i like it anyway __________________ Little Things "Sittin on a Toilet in a house i dont know, looking all around where the toilet paper go. feeling real uneasy, feeling real uncertain, got to wipe my ass again with a plastic shower curtain" Rodney Carrington-Little Things

03-01-2007, 01:12 AM
sleepy jack Bone Machine Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Jesusland Posts: 17,218	Yeah, So i'll let my pen begin to carve into a page softly, And it will dance and scrawl, to create such pretty lines, This ink, I feel a longing for it to write away everything, But i'm just repeating the same steps i've taken all along, I'm just failing to find with whom I belong. __________________ You're so evil and I'm so good, I'll make it up to you someday.