One thing I know is that the best stuff I've come up with has been during some of the worst times in my life. I think it's those times when you're tired of BS and you cut straight to the heart. That's when all the crap falls by the wayside and you're left with something beautiful and true.

Well, this is it.
This could be my turning point.
This is my moment of truth,
to go bravely into my bright future,
or to slip painfully back into my bloody past.
One hand holds the pen
that draws out circles in the sky,
the other runs with crimson tears.
When half my face is lit
by these stage lights and upturned faces
the other lies in shadows of deceit.
The pain of slit wrists will remind me,
and I pray not to forget.
I am alive, for the first time in my life.
I'm not afraid to go too fast, of the collision
my fatal heart hits that endless sky.
I will die. Before I ever get there,
But today that doesn't matter, anymore.
I am alive, for the first time in my life.
I won't survive the collapse, but that is fine,
Because for once, today I see
And see so clearly that the life
that is worth living is never free,
and all that matters is what's between
the steely knives of yesterday
and broad minds of tomorrow,
in between there is me.




ok, anyway. sorry, I didn't mean to write a poem. That just came out, and wayyy too fast, I'll go back and edit/delete it later prolly, but whatever. Anyway, I miss you guys and it's only been a week since I've been grounded! >_< No idea when I'll get my computer back, but I've still got my guitar so you can be sure that I won't up and die while I'm away well, I got my computer taken away and I'm at my friends house right now. My mom made me choose between my electric guitar and my computer >_< But I suppose I deserved to be grounded. Ah well, lessons learned; pay attention, only lie when you can get away with it, don't get caught. It was a three for one. But whatever, I'll try to make good choices, and not get stuck in the hole I've spent so long climbing out of... as mentioned in the above poem, product of a minute long spontaneous mental spasm. Too bad it came the moment I stopped working on that song I'm supposed to be penning lyrics for..... urgh, what a pain.

This is true BH.

Great poem Qui rushing to work, no time to make a better response.

Ah I wrote a song. Well, my friend wrote it. I just penned the lyrics. When I finalize them I'll throw them up here. Throw them up. That pretty accurately describes the way that I write lyrics. Word vomit. Ah, I freak myself out sometimes.

I eagerly await the debut... judging by your poetry I think it'll be a great song

thanks Lito. I was writing anothe one today, dunno how far I'll get on it though. Eh, I'm too sleepy to do more today.

right on... well, I made two songs while driving today... not sure how they'll be, but I recorded them on my camera... have a tune and everything, but I'll have to check them out to see if the song can be hear over the sound of the car... anyway, I gotta get up in less than five hours for my first day back to work... hey what genre would you class your bands music as?