detach myself,
gotta leave this place,
this empty space
gotta leave this mistake,
wanna have you miss me,
dont wanna work no more,
if you're trully worth it,
you'll try harder for sure.
these unspoken lyrics,
this unspoken request,
ive messed up so much,
is the past gonna be my regret,?
i wanna run, and talk to you, to fix things,
to make my wrongs right,
I havnt got the patience,
to shut up,
but i'm going to try.
to ignore is my plor,
so leaving is my plea,
just miss me oh miss me,
just do miss me please.
such poetry exsists in the fragments of the abyss.
creative thought to make your words flow,
the tip of ones tongue
the timing and the essence is of utmost importance.
don't let the rhythum and rhyme catch you up,
you might get lost in the timing of life,
it flows so freely its yearning to make,
to bring you into that wrought iron shape.
you know you've got it deep inside,
just keep on to the beat of your own hearts line.
dancing, or singing, or playing the guitar,
just keep it flowing, and leave life behind.
such poetry exsists in the fragments of the abyss.
creative thought to make your words flow,
the tip of ones tongue
the timing and the essence is of utmost importance.
don't let the rhythum and rhyme catch you up,
you might get lost in the timing of life,
it flows so freely its yearning to make,
to bring you into that wrought iron shape.
you know you've got it deep inside,
just keep on to the beat of your own hearts line.
dancing, or singing, or playing the guitar,
just keep it flowing, and leave life behind.
detach myself,
gotta leave this place,
this empty space
gotta leave this mistake,
wanna have you miss me,
dont wanna work no more,
if you're trully worth it,
you'll try harder for sure.
these unspoken lyrics,
this unspoken request,
ive messed up so much,
is the past gonna be my regret,?
i wanna run, and talk to you, to fix things,
to make my wrongs right,
I havnt got the patience,
to shut up,
but i'm going to try.
to ignore is my plor,
so leaving is my plea,
just miss me oh miss me,
just do miss me please.
It flows from his hands
Like water from great streams
And from it he has produced
Upon a million dreams
It bursts out of his mouth
Like a geyser from the earth
And from it he's drawn pride
And a larger sense of self-worth
He pounds it into his drums
Like Thor using his great hammer
And from it experiences ecstacy
And all his problems cease to matter
He lets it carry him away
As if on a magic carpet
And the moment a work is done
He ponders the next one then starts it
It has become his everything
Like water can be to a fish
His everything is music
And he lets it grant his every wish
Ah definitely. i wish i could say the same, but yet i still have a year to go til "freedom" which is just more of the same ol' work yourself to death plea. ah. sorry in a slight cynical mood this morning. So i figure i need to check out your deviations since you have like tons since i last checkedd!
update: sent the drawing notebook. unforunately, i didn't find out i didn't use the right amount of postage until it was sent back to me, so i gotta resend it. damn postal service...(though i like that band)
LOL ahh sorry.. i need to check my devart more once inawhile... ugh... i've been so stressed with stupid english college class... finals in alotta classes too.. thanks for sending it though lol.. even though it didnt send? haha. ahh i like that band too. theyre quite amazing