Better Together |
There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard, No song that I could sing But I can try for your heart, Our dreams, and they are made out of real things, Like a shoebox of photo...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Mar 2009 13:00:00 GMT |
Tattoo |
The natural designForever embracedAnd cradledBy vineWith comfort of leafWrapping herEternallyRust of AutumnTwisting just beneathI trace themGentle and circularEndless
Posted by on Thu, 12 Mar 2009 12:00:00 GMT |
More Faun. |
Fiona Ruggevich is TOO nice.
..
Posted by on Sun, 22 Feb 2009 07:10:00 GMT |
Faun |
Perhaps one of THE GREATEST songs ever, this is 'Egil Saga' by Faun...
..
Posted by on Wed, 18 Feb 2009 18:31:00 GMT |
... |
Winter makes me weak.Its like an Invisible pressure.The Sun is too far away and its fucking up my chemicals.Somehow.....I slept for half an hour last night.2 hours the night before.I have been smokin...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jan 2009 23:45:00 GMT |
"Until I break the skin..." |
i cannot name thisi cannot explain thisand i really don't want tojust call me shamelessi can't even slow this downlet alone stop thisand i keep looking aroundbut i cannot top thisif i had any sensei g...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Jan 2009 13:20:00 GMT |
Baltimore, You're Home to Me |
Baltimore used to be a great city that produced great music. Now known for its own styles of Pop Punk, Rap, and from what Ive learned recently, Death Metal. But today we're gonna talk about something...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jan 2009 09:00:00 GMT |
Howl (with Intro) |
This was originally just a single poem. But I fell in love with the idea and its become the first in a series. Ive always had a thing for the dangerous type of beauty. And this one reminds me of...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Dec 2008 12:00:00 GMT |
The Beauty of the Beast (with Intro) |
The second in the series, is more of an exploration of lonliness, false hope, regret, and how the human heart can be the demise of us all. My favorite line is "A Beast's Figure/resembl...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Dec 2008 12:00:00 GMT |
Ripping Death From The Grip Of Night |
It began with a dream,
A taste of what we couldnt have,
This twisted judgement of sleep,
Frozen eyes, Lighting my path,
Uncertain, Unchosen,
Buried alive under fallen leaves,
Sinking deep into soaked ...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Dec 2008 15:00:00 GMT |
