Breed 77 gig |
It was frigin awsome!
We were 1st in line (near enough) and we met all of the band...the guitarist (Danny Felice) and bassist (Stuart Cavilla) 1st then the other guitarist (Pedro Caparros) and fi...
Posted by Paranoia on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 04:48:00 PST |
My Children |
My Children
I watch my children as they play with their toys. Their hair is so soft and beautiful, long and fair like my own. Their features are so soft and angelic almost like sculptures when they ar...
Posted by Paranoia on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 03:20:00 PST |
Stone Sour Gig |
Went to the Stone Sour gig at the Carling Academy in Birmingham on the 11th (coz Luke paid for me to go ^^)
Twas a shame I didn't go in the pit but I had a great view and it was frigin great! Especia...
Posted by Paranoia on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 12:45:00 PST |
Deceptive, Defective |
Deceptive, Defective
My exterior expression does not,
Reflect,
My interior defection,
My actions do not,
Reflect,
My means,
My words do not,
Reflect,
My feelings,
For it's hard...
Posted by Paranoia on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 03:41:00 PST |
Love? Hate? |
Love? Hate?
Living in this empty room,
Where years of her fill my head,
Sleeping in that empty bed,
Where nights were spent uncomfortable but happy,
Time taken for granted,
It kills me.
...
Posted by Paranoia on Sun, 07 Jan 2007 06:56:00 PST |
Losing the will |
Losing the will
Can't stand this any more,
No hope,
Nothing but darkness waiting,
Can't do what needs to be done,
Trying to hang on to that last strand,
But I'm losing my grip.
Can't sta...
Posted by Paranoia on Mon, 01 Jan 2007 07:54:00 PST |
Dead Romantic - Story |
Dead Romantic
Terry Barker, aged 26 was fed up of 'playing the game'. He had had enough of the endless dance of 'romance' and was just about ready to give up on love. Again and again he had tr...
Posted by Paranoia on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 03:05:00 PST |
Memory - short story |
Memory
A darkened ballroom, empty and cold. Nothing remains here but dirt and spider webs, abandoned for years it would seem. The velvet curtains now moth eaten and falling to pieces.
&nb...
Posted by Paranoia on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 11:30:00 PST |
Untitled Poem |
Untitled Poem
My days are all the same, each one numbered
My heart is a pulsing little ball of rage
My hate is pure
My life is broken
I am the hate that consumes
I am the one that dies a...
Posted by Paranoia on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 04:45:00 PST |
Christmas poem |
Christmas
Christmas is a time of year
When all seem bright and full with cheer
But what most don't see
Is the pressure falling down
On those who don't feel the happiness
It's the emptin...
Posted by Paranoia on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 04:44:00 PST |
