P.L.U.R.H.A.R.D.Peace.Love.Unity.Respect.Honor.Awareness.Responsibility.Disciplineits dawn before my dusk, and my thunder comes before my lightingplease dnt ask for my number or aim/msn just talk with me first and if ull chill ill ask YOU!! cuz im not gonna give it out if ive never talked to you before Please dont just say im cute,adorable,hot ect.. i hear it alot and i dnt like it its not a very good conversation starter and i most likly wont say much</h3>  Straight copy and Pasted from my Myspace.com/30229824 cuz im that lazy I smoke I love getting into Deep philosophical conversations I love hanging out with friends who accept me for who i am Im Caring and thoughtful and take care of those around me I have a shitty relationship with my mom I fear rejection and being alone Horror films are the sex I love old B horror movies as well as Chaplin films I play guitar and have been for over 8 years My taste in music is vast from hardcore to techno/rave to punk rock, to industrial/indie rock, but nothing captures my heart like Acoustic Want to know more? Then ask OMG DAILY RANT[not so daily]001.We all go through realizations of where we are in life and what were gonna do with it, but then whats the point of setting goals when u reach them ur left wanting more, an endless set of goals in reach but never satisfaction of completeing ur obsession with reaching the end. so is it not logical to set a goal that is impossible to achieve? i think so because the journey to that goal is what were really looking for. that journey is what we will always remember and charish. Those memories we have built through school will always be with us. a goal to survive high school is never as memorable then the times spent surviving. i guess i take this way of thinking in my everyday life. ive set standards and goals that are impossible for me to achieve in the time frame ive set but yet still pursue it just for the simple fact of occupying my time. if i wasnt doing sumthing then what am i doing? so lets just see how high we can make this latter and when we reach the top then what? i say lets just keep climbing till we physically and emotionally cant climb any more and when we reach that point look back and reflect on everything that uve acomplished cuz it isnt the destination we find beautiful but the path and struggles and the blood sweat and tears put forth to reach that thats really beauty, that to me is art in its most beautiful form. 002. Ive always said i have no regrets, that what happened in my past has defined the kind of person i am today. that days come and go and new people come into your life with out you even knowing that change your life completly. but some of the best times and most happyist moments only exsist in my past. memories of times i felt like everything was perfect for once. times i wasnt so alone in my own mind left wondering what happened. my anxiety has always been the best of me, coming out over the littlest things and never there when it should be. all those times i didnt have to worry bout what to do next or how something needs to be done i was free from my own burdens i had set upon myself. all i have left is those memories haunting my sleep and dreams that are all lost to a lie i let myself beleive in. 003. i just want to be left alone I just want to kill time while laying in my bed while visions of you dance through out my head Why does it feel so unbalanced why does normality feel so obscured do these dreams have any meaning or am i just playing a role This movie life just has no plot whats keeping me so entertained im bored out of my mind but so busy at the same time How do you occupy the mind of a visionary when the lines of this vision are no longer there i cant seem to convey the right effect but this this pen is just to hard to bare When words is all you can produce when the sketch just isnt there where is my insiration its lost and i dont seem to care these walls around me are so paper thin but no motivation to break through them spirals enshroud my mind with razors and pens Tonight i cannot draw these feelings im to out of touch theres not much more i can say so i hope that tomorrow isnt the same as today  Shadows of Memories You'd think id be stronger With everything ive been through When everything added up When one and one made two Times were good Times were fun I remember feeling alive And laying out in the sun But those times are gone Thrown out to sea They've all been turned Into Shadows of Memories 004.This blackness still fading im tired of waiting for a brand new day it doesnt faze me, or daze me this maze inside my head ive just got to scream out and tear out my mind the vocies are quiet, to try it, thier tongues are all tied up bring me this hope now, this white is just to bright if you cant save me, then fuck me, jsut do it for yourself Bring it all for them to see try your best to succeed its all i ask of you in the end this life is anything but pretend 005. Break out of these chains brak out of these walls ive got a story i must tell Step back from this line step back from this edge jsut lost inside this hell This little screw up grew up in a broken home home wrecked from the bottles and cans cans turned into cannots, bruises into broken bones bones shattered, teeth chatter, on anger left left handed is how it feels, out of place out of touch touched by the music, it flowed through him just liek a virus a virus ready to kill him Break out of these chains brak out of these walls ive got a story i must tell Step back from this line step back from this edge jsut lost inside this hell These cold dead streets harbored a playground playground infested his mind with drugs, no hope no love, just scars scars remained but he feels no pain, just drained drained from this madness, this sadness he embraces smbraces the lies, the eyes that watch him, embraces that dark corner where he can drift away away to a place much better better then the home he lives in inside his mind the flows come out out like a bullet but more deadly, and steadily he turns turns to his bottle of jack on the bed stand stand tall he must, but hes jsut to crippled crippled fromt he wieght of the world on his shoulders the shoulder of the road that draws nearer, till his car spins spins out of control and then he forgives his mom and friends for the trouble they've caused, the his life is permanently paused paused, STOP then hit rewind, he wakes up, its jsut a dream but wait it isnt, hes in the hospitol and cant breath he hated life but now wants to leave leave and forget it all happened, suicide intended but the light int he tunnel was blackened blackened by the hole left in his heart by what she did didnt even get a chance to say goodbye, his voice silent he couldnt, even if he tryed tryed to make things better, but couldnt accept the fact it was over if only he drove sober this wouldnt be his hell hiss hell it follows, like a black cloud, endoubt his life he didnt choose was givin a chance and had nothing to loose [unfinished and subject to change but this is it so far] Such Pretty Words From Such a Sharp RazorTest your limits, push your bounds, takes your strides in progressive form, dont follow any one but your own heart, that pain you feel just means your alive, means your human, means your real. Its easy to give advice and help others but the real trick is taking your own advice and applying it to your own life, a feat even I have yet to master. Tell me your real, tell me your there, tell me im blessed to have you, tell me to never give up and ull never give up on me, tell me i can make this climb and if i was to fall you will be my net, tell me im good enough, tell me im strong, tell me you need me, tell me it will be ok. Tell me these things its all i need to hear to keep me going, tell me these things and ill show you the man you wish me to be. Start up, kick back, relax and breath, a days a day no different from yesterday but completely different from tomorrow, a step down from the next and the only way is up, stride hard and fast and keep going straight, because tomorrow never comes its always today so if you wait for tomorrow youll never find your self there only here doing nothing but waiting its not that your beautiful, its not that your smart, its not that new dress or haircut, its not that drawing you did or the perfume you wear, its not that purse or new pair of shoes, its not the shade of lipstick or hue of your blush, its not that new car or that diamond necklace. its the way u warm me up when you walk into the room, your touch on me that makes me feel safe, its that lost puppy feeling when you leave, that every moment spent apart is wishing time would go by just to have that moment out of these hectic schedules to hold you and have you in my arms, it is for these reasons and these reasons alone .... why i love you does it really take someone to take their own life to make you cherish your own? does it take for you to inflict pain on another to make you feel strong? does it take some hurtful words behind someone's back to make you feel important? does it take that cigarette or that shot of vodka to fix your problems? does it take this poem to change the way you look at others? does it take a sign or billboard or commercial or celebrity to tell you what to buy where to shop what to eat? does it take anything but your own mind to make your own decisions? you cant bend steel, you cant stop a bullet, you cant fly or leap the tallest building, you cant run faster then a train or turn back time, your not superman but id choose you over that tights wearing steroid junkie any day We circle the black dawn into the dusk born sky all my own work |
