Scene bands need not apply |
Seriously I dont want to have to make it where bands cant add me because I love hearing new music but Im so sick of getting like 15 scene band adds a day! If your band name is is like 5 words or more ...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 18:49:00 GMT |
The Pets Prayer |
Dear Lord: Please watch over our humans, they are so weak. They have no claws or teeth, they can't run fast or fly away, neither can they burrow or build ...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Feb 2009 10:07:00 GMT |
THE RAINBOW BRIDGE (For Lydia) |
THE RAINBOW BRIDGE When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that petgoes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our specialfriends so they can run and pla...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Feb 2009 10:00:00 GMT |
Brand new poem of mine |
The TransitionAlone I am in this walk of lifeReckoning that which others deem gloriousTo the stagnant nature of sheepWho without hesitation,Walk in single file to the slaughter.My kind, only by gene...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Nov 2008 03:33:00 GMT |
Art is Dead |
I just want to let everyone know how sick I am of "scene" kids or just this "scene" in general! What the fuck happened to music? I'm so sick of seeing these little basketball short wanna be jock o fuc...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Oct 2008 22:00:00 GMT |
I really want to know what the hell To Write Love on Her Arms is??? |
Really do any of you little scensters have a fucking clue what your t-shirt means? I'm so over this brainless, scene kid, hipster shit that has become pop music today. I'm not saying "hey guys re...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Sep 2008 08:06:00 GMT |
One last poem of mine |
The Sound of Silence Have you ever gazed into the distanceOn a cold dark nightAnd seen the shadowOf the man who calls your name?The cold air bitter and crispSt...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Aug 2008 08:52:00 GMT |
Another one of my poems |
Isopropyl LullabyThis feeling of solitudeMakes sleeping a sinSo dark-That angels murder the thoughtFrom the empty hallsOf my jaded mindHooray! they screamFor all is well whenThe clock strikes twelveOn...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Aug 2008 08:48:00 GMT |
Some of my poetry |
Through my Last BreathInhale:Cold lies dead on the floor tonightWith empty visions ofA nightmare to comePain that swellsIn my throat and flowsOut through my fingersThe pen is definitely mightier than ...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Aug 2008 08:43:00 GMT |
I hate being sick!!! |
So I'm stuck at home with some kind of cold and it sucks!!! I need someone to rescue me from the land of boredom. I'm in much need of sympathy
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 22:49:00 GMT |
