http://slow.writerscafe.org/DeathandTaxes13 The original writings of author Hide From God en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010068 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Who knows? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/956030/ Getting broken http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/893196/ The one road that can take me back to here-wow wish you could write a poem about me like this, guess I don't mean that much to you. maybe you should sign out of your account next time.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/893194/ I've had those feelings,Those thoughts that cross the mind.I know what it's like,I'm just like you.I've been there beforeWere you alone, lost in your mind?Vacant and distant,Trapped by those feeling of loneliness.Because sometimes it seems there is no coming back,When you are so far down the rabbit .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/821982/ Title is about the rides I would take to the hospital after work to visit my god daughter who was battling brain cancer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/807095/ Sometimes a sketch is never worth picking up again and the trash is where it truly belongs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/760483/ Life can lie to you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/759864/ Sometimes you have a choice to make, I'm not going to say what mine was when I wrote this song, it's going to make or break something. You can't take it back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/653576/ Life is war plain and simple. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/615739/ I have no patience who talk about how much their lives suck. If you don't like where you live then just leave. No one can stop you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/607806/ Freestyle from my head and who wouldn't like a Mario reference? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/607805/ This song is a song about what it sounds like it's about. All those people who tell you that you ain't good enough, putting you lies in your head all the time. Tell them to go f**k off. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/591310/ I said this awhile ago and it still rings true, She's still a b***h called hope. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/578858/ About a girl http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/578854/ Ah, my old friend. Depression. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/578852/ Punk/Hardcore song about my current town I live in. A place I feel out of place in, just like I don't fit in. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/574000/ This is for anyone who has ever been abused. Whose voice was never heard, who were never seen and over looked, for those left out in the cold. This is for the ones who were forgotten. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/555556/ Too often people try to derive hidden messages from my works even if it is pretty clear that what I wrote about means exactly that. Sometimes writing doesn't have to be so intricate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/540886/ Nights I want to forget http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/525550/ Short Story I wrote. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/521075/ Soul searching, laying on the roof looking at stars, open highways http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/515273/ Perseverance, not taking s**t from whatever life throws you. In the vein of the style of hardcore, try Modern Life is War. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/502828/ Street Punk in vein of The Bruisers. Ever had that one thing, that something holding you down, teasing you for god knows knows how long? Yea she's a b***h called hope. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/498215/ Staring at the bottom of my glassIt's never half full, nor half emptyIt's always empty of this poisonThis drink I consume to forgetWash away my sorrows and miseryTry to remember the good timesOr make some up in my hazeI don't really remember why I startedWas it to forget your face?Was it to erase th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/494485/ Hardcore punk inspired back from the days of Minor Threat, Bad Brains, Jerry's Kids, The F.U.s and so on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/494025/ Haven't wrote a song in a long time, inspired by recent events. This is more about the current economy and how the rich don't care than about the war, I've lost people to this war and I support the troops. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/475474/ I know what it means to me, what does it mean to you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/471896/ It was raining today, and I kept coming across puddles, and for some reason I kept finding mself standing in them with my feet soaked! =] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/470523/ This is a true story that happened to me last year at a punk show in Boston. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/470221/ They run this world, never giving chance to rise http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/469689/ Should I be seeing these things I see everyday? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/465215/ The scene has changed over the years but my friends will never leave my side. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/464746/ This is the beginning to a story I am writing about a guy who is searching for a girl he met on the subway all day through the city. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/464450/ Someone once told me this a long time ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/463030/ Bout a girl http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/462619/ Staring down at my empty glassWishing I was somewhere elsePour the drink, make me drunkSeems it's always this waySometimes it seems it's the only way outDrinking these bottles until my liver shoutsWorking that booze up into my headAnother drink, another shot of it allI'm wasting my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/457619/ Music is life, and it always will be. Nothing can change that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/452790/ It's one o'clock and I'm out in the coldThere's nowhere left to goWalking through these empty streetsGets me thinking of all those times we hadNow you're gone and I'm all aloneMemories flooding my headSeeing all the good with the badThese are the days for which we liveGotta live ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/408942/ Sometimes dreams don not pan out http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/386475/ Standing on the corner waiting for the boys to showGonna have a good time till the night winds downAin't nothing going to bring us back down to earthThese our the days in which we want to live to the fullestThis is who we areAnd we don't wanna change a thingWe know people come and go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/386471/ Woke up and checked myselfTo see if everything was still thereIf everything was still aliveIf I was still aliveChecked my heartAnd it was goneA hole was instead thereLooking as though it had been ripped outA trail of blood splatters the floorI follow the trail wherever it leads m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/349505/ Breathing heavyFading in and outThe pain, the painIts unbearableCoughing up bloodSplattering the floorIts not as fun as it seemsBlood mixed with sweatWhat a natural combinationBloody handprints All over the wallsTrying to standAnd make it outTo see the light One last ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/348449/ whatever came to my mind I wrote down http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/348078/ and say how much I missed you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/348076/ We like to police the world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/314274/ I can't believe how the values of society has gone right down the drains. F**k society and all the so called values it holds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/314271/ Wrote these lyrics, they mean a lot to me but can mean whatever you want them too http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeathandTaxes13/267814/