appleghost

"Rusty Cars"

take me to the broken homes
the barking dogs and rusty cars
take me home
take me home

take me to the concrete faces
the smashed open windows
take me home
take me home

take me to the darkest ink
the cut down trees and closing eyes
take me home
take me home

take me to the hanging ropes
the voices through the forest
take me home
take me home

'cause I'm driving a car
with the devil in the backseat
hearts on the floor
and no one can track me

take me to the broken homes
the barking dogs and rusty cars
take me home
take me home

appleghost

Sleepy, sad nights.
I don't know what I'll call it. Probably something absurd.



yoghurt blues
hurt us both after all
taste all the fish souls
painting my bedroom
changing the colours

yoghurt blues
turned the camera on
the photos are gone
filling the empty space
blurred out questions

it hurt us both after all
what mattered then

Sljslj

This is really simple and a bit cliche, but that's fine... I like it. I like that you seem to happy in a place that might be kinda "ghetto" because it's your home. I can relate to that. Thanks for sharing that.


Very nice. I don't really understand what it's about, but that's okay. Interesting read.

c4c?

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appleghost

Hmm... I understand what you mean. Do you have any suggestions on what to change/add/remove?
Thanks, I like it myself, and I'm glad I've written something someone can relate to

Thanks!

c4c? What does that mean?

Sljslj

One of the best stanzas is the one that breaks away from the flow of the rest of the lyric:

Though I wonder what you mean by "no one can track me." Are you running away? What are you running from? What does it have to do with going home?

Anyway, the original thing I wanted to say was maybe add another part like that, which, if done right, would make the lyric much more interesting. jmo.

You're welcome.

C4c is comment for comment. Just wondering if you'd comment on some of my lyrics and poems I have posted in this forum. If you'd rather not, it's fine.

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appleghost

What I'm trying to say is that I'm running from something, though I know I want to go back there. In a way.

Okay, I'll check them out!

appleghost

I realize that
I've forgotten how to walk,
like the strangers on the trains,
living for the handshakes,
tripping and falling,
tripping and falling

appleghost

the weekend lights
they chase me down
they chase me down
the hallways
always on
always off
taxis, trains
dark city sounds
the weekend lights
chase me down
the hallways

appleghost

I'm not sure if I like it yet, I will have to wait a couple of days. I think I do. And it's not done yet, either.

"Rat Gold"

she breaks the window
she's laughing at what she's become
saying "tomorrow"
with her mechanic laughter
she's driving faster
only a crash away from home
in a soulless taxi
the future
she makes me feel like

she has these dreams
amazing how one can break down
telling us stories
what an ironic way to end
she's driving faster
the sound of wheels spinning around
momentary disaster
the future
she makes me feel like

all my faults
all my faults

Geekoid

You've got an interesting style, appleghost. Each poem creates a distinct atmosphere and plot, like a snippet from a movie scene. They'd make a nice anthology.

"Rat Gold" kind of reminds me of The Great Gatsby.