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some drawing I did in art II [Mar. 1st, 2009|11:32 pm]
They call me...




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(no subject) [May. 6th, 2008|03:47 am]
They call me...
[Current Music |torche-Healer]

American Nightmare -AM/PM

 I was counting
The good things about this city
The only good thing is you are not here
When you're around it
Makes it hard to be what I need to be
I was trying to breathe
I was dying to breathe
I was hoping I'd never
Have to write this song again
The kind of song that makes
You want to hang
Your headached - head
And I was hoping
That I would never fall in love again
'Cause that would be the end
Of everything (you're everything)
My parents fell in love
And all I got was life
And all I ever wanted
Was to not be alone
I've been wearing this new outfit called
"Quit while you're ahead"
Your smiles are the end
Your eyes are the end
I was hoping I'd never
Have to write this song again
The kind of song that makes
You want to hang
Your headached - head
And I was hoping
That I would never fall in love again
'Cause that would be the end
Of everything (you're everything)
Just hang your head
Just close your eyes
Just hide your heart
Hide your heart
I believe that when I'm gone
My love will live in song
This is not where I wanted to be
I wanted to be
And I believe that when I'm gone
My love will live in song
This is not the life I wanted to live
I wanted to live
I wanted to live



the Bronx- I got Chills

all this time i've been unclean
 watching you cause you're watching me
 shotgun knives into my heart without a reason
 all i want to do is to never die
 fuck the beats of a different heart
 what i'll do if you never tell
 bleed me an answer
 
from i got chills
 break it down and build again
 sit still

 line me up so i can burn
 my heart knows you won't return
 make some sense of being alone
 cause i'm wasted
 blackout rescue from my faults
 take away my sober stare
 payphone prayer give me what i want
 give me an answer 

trying to stare through
 you can't get past your eyes
locked from the inside

from i got chills
 break it down and build again
 sit still

 let me inject
 trying to stare through you
 can't get past your eyes
 sweating through the nights

 again i'd rather have good pills
 i got chills




so, yeah, I take facebook status criticiism seriously....probably because I have one of these and you can addnother dimension to your entry with a mood music tag and location

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I sleep violently [Mar. 11th, 2008|05:08 pm]
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[Current Music |I am Wolf/Fight Pretty]

I sleep all the time
I wake up feeling new like a prince
wake me up
So I can live my dream

I can catch up to your
perpetual sleep
how can you wake up if your eyes never open? 

my mother taught me how
how to fit in
my mother showed when
when to let ends meet

I can sleep longer today
if I can just reap 
this song or who I meet
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everyday meeting yourself you see your awful fate [Feb. 21st, 2008|05:21 pm]
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[Current Mood |contentcontent]


can't get my mind off of her


I wish i knew what makes a little brother follow his big brother around.


"Rape Zombie"

does this endless wrecking ball
involve anyone or anything at all
be careful how much you take
they're watching your every move
waiting on your dance floor
endless get away
confessed to a wall
cause these kind of drinks will make you crawl
beg rip of your face
so be careful how much you take
they're watching your every move
waiting on your dance floor
because you'll never make the right decisions
with busy hands and blurry vision
mislead you know you won't admit it
you went against your own
she's dead you might have over did it
now you're on your own
the days are long but the nights are longer
and after midnight the drinks can only get stronger
the end it near so we become smoke and we become mirrors
come home with me now
i won't have you any other way





Jose Gonzalez - Killing For Love

What's the point
if you hate, die and kill for love.
What's the point with a love that
makes you hate and kill for.

You've got a heart on fire,
it's bursting with desires.

You've got a heart filled with passion.
Will you let it burn for hate or compassion.

What's the point
if you hate, die and kill for love.
Whats the point with a love that
makes you hate and kill for.

What's the point
if you hate, die and kill for love.
Whats the point with a love that
makes you hate and kill for.

You're killing for love.
You're killing for love.

You've got a heart on fire,
it's bursting with desires.

You've got a heart filled with passion.
Will you let it burn for hate or compassion.

What's the point
if you hate, die and kill for love.
Whats the point with a love that
makes you hate and kill for.

Killing for love.
Killing for love


THE BRONX LYRICS

"Three Dead Sisters"

lay her rest with violence and a cold encryption
empty casket send her to hell with no prescriptions
glue a mirror to the inside of her empty coffin
so she can stare at her dead face
and follow her new faith home
all the way straight to hell
dark skies, no flowers, no need for visiting hours
lowered in trash and let the goddamn earth
come and search for treasure
cause who's going to love you now that no one can penetrate you
no one can hear you cum
so follow your new faith home
all the way
all the way back to hell
because as far as we can tell
there isn't any way
she has to pay
i'm sorry but it's true
you can't save anyone
from her first love to her bastard son
for all of the things that she's done
dear god i can't wait to finally meet you
you selfish cunt, you've got some explaining to do
cause we only wish we knew
anyway
she has to pay
i'm sorry but it's true
cause you can't save anyone
from her first love to her bastard son
for all of the things that she's done
dear god i can't wait to finally meet you
i'm stuck out of place in california

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i really might actually [Feb. 3rd, 2008|11:48 pm]
They call me...
[Current Music |mouth of the architect]

sell my soul for something
with any real sense of fairness or necessity
especially if it would convince me i would never die
you think thats a whole different level than having no hope for a better tomorrow? depends i guess

maybe, even, i should have some righteous aspirations...for reason inculsive of self-respect

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fight pretty/confession [Jan. 31st, 2008|08:49 pm]
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[Current Music |the subways- somewhere/encore at 1am]

so much time spent pretending to destroy love...maybe im not that bad of a person....war?

 can we fight pretty?

conformity v. participation?

conform, baby, dont leave me here alone.

ill sell my memory to you just in exchange for staying
ill be as strong as my weakest point
ill regret and survive just for you

ill covet you
and you
you can make me a jealous monster
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break up [Jan. 10th, 2008|01:45 am]
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I told her I know what it feels like to have to want to feel like i need to seethe real future...she told me she knew i wasnt right for her...so i broke up with her saying "i dont need you to tell me im not right for you to know that" and then "i dont need to break your heart to make this breakup real" so she could walk away from me totally without fault but she walked away angrily. what  a bitch

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locus of control [Dec. 6th, 2007|01:39 pm]
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[Current Music |isis]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Locus_of_control

this is what i found when I searched for answers with no grasp or scope

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isis [Nov. 20th, 2007|05:29 pm]
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In Fiction

Through fiction we saw the birth
Of futures yet to come
Yet in fiction lay the bones
Ugly in their nakedness

Yet under this mortal sun
We cannot hide ourselves

 
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bargain bin poetry re-imagined and re-stylized [Nov. 20th, 2007|03:59 pm]
They call me...
[Current Mood |crappyrelative]
[Current Music |isis-in fiction]

I wanted to be like you
like you for the sake of knowing me
I know! I wanted!
opinions tell me
Opinions: tell me yours. 
but I only trust you.

This As I Feel.

The feild
i want more
Oh holy template
Oh holy template!
Oh holy template!
the horizon


As I feel you
I begin where?
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