Call me selfish |
Ya i took this from luke, but this is more me, less him
Call me selfish, but I want to breathe.
To relieve
To intoxicate my world in oxygen
To breathe through your lungs
To feel life
I crave th... Posted by Mr. Brightside on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 01:42:00 PST |
Inspired Plumes |
I read something by Luke and it pumped me up a bit, and this is what happened.
The plumes lead us to our faith because it burns in the hearts of the faithful. The burning chords of enchanting lu... Posted by Mr. Brightside on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 12:48:00 PST |
Pickadilly |
I wrote this one while chillin with ryan on the guitar so it is an actual song. Woo Hoo robbies makin music.
I came to believe that the sun would rise
On a great day when the birds would ... Posted by Mr. Brightside on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 01:33:00 PST |
Only In My Dreams |
Alright so this one is going to get some explaining. I just watched a movie, and the last two lines in this piece, are the same last two lines from the movie. I actually wrote this half ba... Posted by Mr. Brightside on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 12:54:00 PST |
Breathing Deep |
Breathing deep is the only way to stop the ache
I Breathe in your scent from memory
I Breathe in your sweet skin
I Breathe out the words I love you
Breathing deep brings the ache to mind
And your eyes... Posted by Mr. Brightside on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 12:39:00 PST |
Under the Stars |
We can just lay here tonight
Under the stars and the big oak tree
Just you and me and the starlight
We don't need anything else tonight
Oh how I feel tonight in your grace
To be Free in your a... Posted by Mr. Brightside on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 01:39:00 PST |
Swedish Nightingale |
Appearently Music and Beauty has been my muse for the last few writings so here is another one.
Falling slowly, down that rabbit hole
Chasing dreams for a girl I don't know
I knew you once, but you're... Posted by Mr. Brightside on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 04:39:00 PST |
The Melody |
The words are shooting through me in a rush of vibrations pushing my eyes open and forcing me to face the music that's pushing through my throat and into the empty world around me. They bend and... Posted by Mr. Brightside on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 12:36:00 PST |
Fantasy |
The dripping coffee pot tells me the time. It tells me I've been awake for too long. Tells me sleep isn't going to happen. Tells me its time to get up. It always starts to drip... Posted by Mr. Brightside on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 12:39:00 PST |
Taking the Night |
In the hospital bed I lie, waiting for the black cancer to take my life. Staring out of the window I realize,
This isn't how I want to go.This is how i want to go.
The night pulled me fr... Posted by Mr. Brightside on Thu, 03 Jan 2008 09:54:00 PST |