Perfect Face Plant |
okay..so my new bike has now been returned to Halfords and destroyed as a serious health hazard lol...allow me to explain...
I bought my new bike about 4 weeks ago. Ever since i had it, the chain had ...
Posted by Dan on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 10:12:00 PST |
poem written after very down music at lido a few weeks back |
Blacker than black,is the deepest red.The blood of my soul,marks the pain in my head.
Wings folded under,hope falls in the arms,of the nights crimson laughterand the silence it holds.
Numbness a priso...
Posted by Dan on Sun, 20 Aug 2006 01:50:00 PST |
My Heart in Your Hands |
This power you hold,is my life in your hands.This wasn't my intention,this was not my plan.
My hope keeps on fading,the ends drawing near,this life keeps on pushing,my souls drawing in.
You promised m...
Posted by Dan on Sun, 19 Feb 2006 04:25:00 PST |
im a bit of everything..but im apparently a geeky, Hippy, Punk...oO |
THEATER KID--[x] Ever been in a play?[x] Have you ever seen a Broadway show?[] More than 10 Broadway shows?[] Have you ever been/Are you in school shows?[] Does your current job involve theater in som...
Posted by Dan on Fri, 17 Feb 2006 10:19:00 PST |
Old Lyrics...lots of old files :p |
First half of a song i wrote...lost the other half though :(
The knives cut you to your deepest core, the marrow bleeds and i know what for.you keep standing in the line of fire... Desire, Desire.Ston...
Posted by Dan on Thu, 16 Feb 2006 03:45:00 PST |
Old Poetry 2 |
More old poetry i dug out...comments welcome :p
A crimson tideOf burning rageFlows through my veinsAnd down my arms.My heart is open,My mind is closed,My soul is bound,Im breaking free.I'll fly with a...
Posted by Dan on Thu, 16 Feb 2006 03:44:00 PST |
Old Poetry 1 |
Its Pure!
My canvas is not clean,
It is not new,
But it is pure.
It is stapled not to a rigid frame,
It is free,
Unbound, Unformed,
Alive.
A score of scars adorns its surface,
Some old, some fresh,
...
Posted by Dan on Thu, 16 Feb 2006 03:41:00 PST |
My Life Through A Smartie Tube |
My life through a smartie tube,It's morbid and grey,through the eyes of another,I'm drifting away.
My brains in a blender,its tattered and torn,My hearts in a rose bush,such beautiful thorns.
To know ...
Posted by Dan on Sat, 11 Feb 2006 06:26:00 PST |
