Interests:Simply put: I paint my emotions on any piece of parchment that blows my way. Expertise:I'm an expert of only, emotional combustion. Occupation:Student Industry:Art
errorxkaylenexDid you see Copeland put another song up?
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Solidsnake1332 no way!!
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He's a kid on Christmas and when moments like that happen; I feel like I contributed something. Someone's happiness. Someone's rescue. An inch of importance comes through and then leaves me; Reasonable.
The night is fresh and it's suddenly pricking your hand an end-less thorn. Entering into your world with eyes closed I can hear the gentle ticking; clocks rushing perfection and people mocking what we tie so tight. And, oh the way, the grass blades play inside of your smile and cerulean dances without a beat; I saw the crescent of the moon within your valley in just one night. The world's waiting to be stolen, swept off it's solar system but you are just too humble to offset the balance. The night is fresh and the leaves, if you listen; they're singing louder than I can explain. Every time the hour comes, that eerie period where I sit on the bank; alone. Sometimes, if I look hard enough without you I can see it again. A boy perched in the willows russet colored tops searching vividly for an April love. The girl, she's wrapped inside the wildflowers: body frozen and delicate but she's pleading with Mother Nature. "Don't dirty my dress with your coverings, momma please. I know I've done wrong, but pleas-" cut off- cut short. Staggering through the tendrils opportunity crunches under foot. He sees her; that boy nesting in the boughs and the dream ends. I'm awake again betwixt flats of wood and tempting cerulean. I'll drop in a pebble, let it ripple through and hope that the circles will splash me. Refresh me; renew me. Oh the way my fingers slide gently off that wooden plank. The splinters mean nothing once I am submerged. Water parts like Moses; I'll lick my lips and let go. Oh the way a color can change whole outlooks. Oh the way the troughs hit the rocks like melodies of change. I saw the man in the moon and spoke of you asking everything. "Hey moon. Where's the way-?' He choked me, that solid fellow: crushed me. "Hush, hush. Your eyes need their beauty." The water reached out to me wetting the cuffs to my jeans and spitting on your favorite shoes. I'm still alone on that bank; I can feel it. But when the tide rolls in like the beginning of fall or the start to November in the east, and when the acoustics come from broken bark I can hear you laughing. Mr. Moon's got you in his cradle and I'll just try and remember.
I've been told to fall down seven and get up on eight but lately I've come out with scratched up knees and palms bloodied like Jesus even though I know a biblical reference is so far off. I've come to the point where I ingest nothing but cement of a heavy thick, ungraceful consistency. The ground down here is cold, love amidst the pavement that tells me not to worry as it gently coats my insides; fireproof, bulletproof, harm prone. Remembrance hits my face like a thousand bricks and I see him then; The arch angel who says that he's to lead me back to the start; apparently I've jumped the gun and shot out of the cannon too soon. I always thought it was better to taste the early sun but maybe I'm obsolete. Maybe I'm the color of newspaper; a sunken gray with gentle marks that are intended as answers to things readers never asked. Maybe I am the cement that glues itself to me like an anxious virus. Maybe I've taken on another form; a being that can't be tamed only wasted. So you say this how we end up untying the ribbons and exposing all truth; fresh as newborn sun. So you say that it's alright if the gray world takes me asunder if I fall and my piano keys; they'll eat this maidens creation that lies next to my cheek. here. now. So my body will remained mangled; a menagerie proving suffering. As systems reboot and as I circle around this world: I am Magellan searching for the perfect straight and I'll end up how I started: Whispering wishes to the Gray Man beneath me. Rocket me to the moon, Don't. Don't you go.
Currently Listening Louder Now By Taking Back Sunday Divine Intervention see related
Please Do Hush
Opening Credits:: Timberwolves At New Jersey- Taking
Back Sunday Average Day:: The Grey Man- Copeland Spending time with friends:: Fall Out Boy- Our Lawyer Made Us Change The
Name Of This Song So We Wouldn’t Get Sued. Driving:: Send My Love to Dance Floor, I’ll See You In Hell (Hey, Mr.
DJ)- Cobra Starship Bad day:: Don’t Be So Hard- The Audition Fight scene:: Give Em Hell Kid- My Chemical Romance Mental breakdown:: Control Freak- Copeland Life is okay:: Some Will Seek Forgiveness, Others Escape- Underoath
(First song ever heard by these wonderful boys.) Graduation: Seventeen Forever- Metro Station
Longing for love:: The Space Between- Valencia First glance/new crush:: The Way We Talk- The Maine Secret love:: Velcro- Single File First date:: Ever So Sweet- Early November Falling in love:: Best Beating Heart- Sing It Loud Love scene:: Oh The Way- Promise Of Redemption Breaking up:: Sunday Drive- The Early November Long night alone:: Dear Child- Anthony Green Wishing for love to return:: She Paints Me Blue- Something Corporate Fighting to get him/her back:: Brighter (Acoustic) Paramore
Proposal:: Perfect: Divine Intervention- Taking
Back Sunday Wedding::New American Classic- Taking Back Sunday Reflecting on life:: Message In A Bottle- 30 Seconds to Mars (Cover) Reflecting on love:: The Good Life- Valencia Death scene:: Blackbird- The Beatles
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