thomas-j-ebert
American
Trying to be a better writer/poet/lyricist / Been playing bass guitar for about 2 years. Have been writing poetry for about 3 years, songs in only about the last year. I've been meaning to write more short stories too. Currently at college for an engineering degree. This is like the polar opposites but I have many interests. I enjoy both. Always seeking critiques on everything I write, its the best way to get better. Hope you enjoy what you find.
Why not, one shot
What do you got to lose
Giving my heart a bruise
Leaving me with the blues
Leaving me so confuse
Let me turn you on girl
But you keep shutting me down
Let me turn you on girl
But keep turning me down
Let me turn you on girl
But you keep blowing me off
Let me turn you on girl
But you won’t give me a shot
Why not, one shot
Why can’t I have a chance
We could go for a dance
Why are you so against
Why can’t we have romance
Just give me one chance, one shot
One chance, one shot
Just give me one chance, one shot
One chance, one shot
Just give me one chance, one shot
One chance, one shot
Just give me one chance, one shot
One chance, one shot
Let me turn you on girl
But you keep shutting me down
Let me turn you on girl
But keep turning me down
Let me turn you on girl
But you keep blowing me off
Let me turn you on girl
But you won’t give me a shot
Jun 3, 2011
Jun 3, 2011 at 10:56 PM UTC
Black/White
Life isn’t just…
Black or White, Up or down, Wrong or Right
But shades of gray, on a rainy day
When a family cries, *** another member died
While religion lies, and the churches are fake
And you’ll find better salvation by getting baked
All this aggression bursting at my seams
All from figuring out what it finally means
I look into a mirror and it makes me want to scream
But insides my head plays a silver screen
Life isn’t just black or white, but shades of gray
Just like a cloudy sky, on a rainy day
Fight or Flight, War or Peace, Life or Death
But shades of gray brought on by decay
Of bodies littering streets to close to home
Blood and guts and exposed bone
Ash soot and cinders on houses stone
Cities growing corrupt, bankrupt, ingrown
But these great graveyards still hold hope
People live, fighting through all the smoke
Hope for future still unknown evoked
Do or Die, Love or Hate, Day or night
But shades gray found only at twilight
That binds the two, combines the two
Just like commonalties that ties us to
Everyone on earth, both old and new
Does matter what race, creed, or view
We’re all stuck together in the same boat
So don’t try to sink it, make it float
All while singing out this very note
Life isn’t just black or white, but shades of gray
Just like a cloudy sky, on a rainy day
Left or Right, Better or Worse, boy or girl
Doesn’t matter how you came to this world
What matters isn’t what you take from it
But what you make of it, Create from it
What you awake in it, and remake in it
There are no shortcuts you can take in this
And resist the temptation to not coexist
Try to remember my rhyme deep in your mind
And remember the lines are never defined
Life isn’t just black or white, but shades of gray
Just like a cloudy sky, on a rainy day
Life isn’t just black or white…
Life isn’t just black or white…
Life isn’t just black or white…
Jun 3, 2011
Jun 3, 2011 at 10:54 PM UTC
Raven locks and emerald pools, sitting in marble carved smooth
Complexities of mind rival all those of natural design
And societal beliefs that rise above the norm
She is the siren that sings through my storm
She sings of scars, anger, and unshedded tears
Themes of both of our stories written so far
Emerald to gold, we exchange our pains
We grow together as the storm still rains
Troubled like I, scared to trust again
Been scarred before, gashed deep by another
Reaching out to heal those unseen wounds
Reaching in hopes of seeing her love bloom
Bloom like the emerald rose she is
Unimaginable in beauty or form
Unearthly in grace or design
Unnatural one of a kind
Jun 3, 2011
Jun 3, 2011 at 10:50 PM UTC