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Pocky and BreathmintsNow I don't I don't speak anymore. When will I ever learn?Pocky and Breathmints
I don't know What to think anymore. As the world starts to turn.
On my faith How will god make me obey All the rules of the world As I throw my life away.
I'll lay the blame one love.
Now I don't I don't love anymore. What did those years feel like?
I can't see Past the door. Who could be there this late at night?
Is it you? Are you back to apologize Or to yell in my face Till my tears leave my eyes.  


Maybe OkayI told you I was alright on the phone While I was back in the yard With a smoke and a cut in my arm.Maybe Okay
We used to stay up all night back at home And spill out our hearts And I guess I just took it too far.
A pale shade of white ran across your face As you flushed when you first felt that taste.
And you closed your eyes our lips touched with haste And my heart would start to race (and my heart would start to race.)
It's not that big a deal.
Love is just too good to be real.
I should know.


StareI might as well have written a monologue About the times we shared And all the feelings that I'd get.Stare
If only I could even start to try to explain.
I might as well have written sappy song About when I still cared And I would watch the late sun set.
But that won't happen any more this year.
Because it's starting to rain.
Because it's starting to rain on my parade. And it feels like it was only yesterday When I didn't give a care.
But now I'm feeling the pain.
Because it's starting to rain on my parade &nb


BrightWhile I sit around and cry You sit around just watch.Bright
When I lied in bed and died You lied and stared the clock.
A ship that I come upon Throws overboard all my thought.
It's hard to think now: If you told me to stop, I'd have stopped.
I can't.
I threw up the day With a broken heart that wouldn't beat.
And after, walked home With a trail of red under my feet.
I ran away quick But not slow enough that you would see.
And now all I need to know: In my absence, will you
| name: michael chris ortiz (it needs to be worked on.) game: i'm still trying to figure that out myself, actually. music and lyrics are my life. without them i'd be completely lost. whoever the first person to make music in the world was, he/she is the most ingenious person to have walked this earth. seriously. "your gallery is amazing! all the poems you did!!" -Posted May 14, 2009. first comment like that i've received. my favorite comment of all time. i don't know this artist personally, but she deserves props for saying that! *i hope to get a daily lit deviation one day. doubt it'll happen. ^^^be sure to check out these artists; they deserve more credit than they get. |
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i dream of order i dream of fleets
of Napoleon in aquamarine.
and thank you for the
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~I mean that with all sincerity.
~I hated Edward Cullen before he went vamp.
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