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About Me


Bloodshot eyes are what I have left, tonight I cry my final tear. I'll give up this passion for one night of vengeance, and take it in with a crooked grin. Baby, set my halo on fire cause I can hold this blade with a smile. Sweetie, kiss me and prepare your lips to tremble and say goodnight -author unknown- yea no one knows who I am. so getting published doesnt seem likely at the moment
now to the to simple facts,my name is Ethan, no surprise there, my URL should give it away. If you cant see it Im so sorry.
Alright, back to me. Im just a simple person all I do most of the time is ,nothing exciting, except watch tv, or play my guitar
I guess you can figure out music is a big part of my life.That and my friends
Without music or my friends I have no clue where I would be right now. they are what keep me (IN)sane
I live the StraightEdge Lifestyle, deal with it
Dont judge me on how I look, act, or what I believe. This isnt High School
Poetry is something I love, Pablo Neruda is a great poet, the man knew his stuff. I believe poetry is just a voice from the heart and mind just begging to be listened to, so why dont we listen?
INTERESTING FACT
I love penguins, they are the most awesomest bird in the world.
BACK TO ME
Im a very unique individual, hated by some loved by many. Never catching a break
Im so controversial, I am entirely smooth.. I admit to the truth, I am best at what I do
A fear of the dark sooned messed my head up enough to a point I simply love it. Who isnt driven with curiousity to what moves among shadows,other than ninjas.
I love cherry flavored jolly ranchers. No further explanation.
oh yeah Im a Cherokee Indian. and please dont give me the emo stereotype, your just making yourself look stupid, its my blood not how I look, that defines me
,yes I know my profile is a little weird but I have a strange obsession with old horror movies and death Ive been that way since I was little dont ask me why, I dont know either and I wouldnt be able to tell you
oh yea I almost forgot, yes I believe in God and Jesus, I love them and worship them. if you dont like it, sorry but its what I believe in. Dont like it, Im sorry, deal with it

My Interests

I'd like to meet:


NO NEED FOR INTRODUCTIONS, I'VE READ ABOUT GIRLS LIKE YOU ON THE BACKS OF TOILET DOORS
no but really here is who I would like to meet

God and Jesus, other people who like music and plays instruments, Jade Puget from AFI. And mostly YOU I mean come on, you took the time to look at my page, so Im guessing you thought I looked kool or something, and we could all use more friends

I would like to meet Imogen Heap, she is a musical genius.. And gorgeous for the matter

My Blog

Brittany, keep a secret

Darling, tonight is the night we dance till the sun shatters the horizon. So before they play the last melody lets spin into a spiral of lights, colors, and sounds, and we step gently among the stars....
Posted by on Wed, 08 Apr 2009 13:56:00 GMT

Im an Andy Warhol wet dream

I opened the door to a room where the light was so bright I couldnt see. I extended my hand and she pulled me closer and softly whispered "Your the tragedy in my blood that Ive begged for my entire li...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Mar 2009 21:22:00 GMT

three wall masterpiece

I lay in this room with eyes focused to the ceiling, my companion and company is the suttle tone of silence. Ive prayed for whispers, ths soft voice of angels, but I'll pray harder to hear your sweet ...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jan 2009 23:44:00 GMT

Lullabye

Sleep my angel, and let the stars grow jealous of your eyes that they long to be yet can not see. Lay your head and let my heartbeat slowly lull you away. Dream of angels in a sea of glass, as each re...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jan 2009 23:37:00 GMT

Forever to love the winter (final december pt. 2)

I wake to a december morning and alone I approach the day. The last of the snow has fallen, now begins the melting of my solitude. I hear the cry of angels as the ice melts from my soul... I only hear...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Oct 2008 20:55:00 GMT

This story had such a better ending

Moonlight slow dancing, so romantic, so sadly became so tragic. When the roses matched the color of what was spilled on the floor. Crimson and velvet becomes the scenery for our dance, as midnight rin...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Oct 2008 00:42:00 GMT

This Boy Imperfect

I turn myself to breathing its all I was good for, cash in my chips to settle the score. Three sleepless night every night it gets better ceiling is all I have left to stare. Cross out my eyes theres ...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Oct 2008 20:39:00 GMT

My Final December

I walk out into the snow and ash that has been falling since I woke, Im walking blind so I dont even bother to open my eyes. I can hear voices of others searching for their own clarity of why I caused...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Sep 2008 22:35:00 GMT

sympathetic or just pathetic?

every night seems to be like the night you said that you hated me. a night with an empty feeling and you think your oh so darling, but how can anyone stand to see you when they begin to peel the mask ...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 18:58:00 GMT

believe me when I know you dont..

wake up and stare into the sun, maybe it will help me see everything more clear. take down the pictures we ever took, and please burn the letter I gave you. it seems my word didnt matter to you, or ma...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 21:54:00 GMT