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Joined On:  Jan 28, 2006

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davedude88

Toronto, ON, Canada

mxpx31

Cerritos, CA AKA snob central. but not me. i\'m poor.

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I never go on this account anymore. add me on myspace.com/toughguyswearpink182 or check out my band myspace.com/justambassadors

 
 
July 28

Convincing Corinth

Written by Andrew Ens*

Man I had a good day today
I feel like it all was worth
The pain and lies
The happy times
It all evens out
Still I seem to want more
I cant stay in one place
But just remember
Jesus will talk
Face to face
Already done wonders
In my life
In my mind
Gave me a passion
For the one I speak to now
Love must be kind
Its more than just patient
Does not envy/boast
IT IS NOT PROUD!
Never rude self-seeking
Or easily angered
Keeps no record of wrongs
But you better believe it perseveres
Does not delight in evil
But rejoices
With the truth
Always protecting
Always trusts
Always hopes
Even when I feel empty
I've still got backup plan
A heart full of hope

*(1 Corinthians 4:7)

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July 27

Crumpled Paper/Heart

Written by Andrew Ens

Pieces drop
Put them in order
I promise you love
Its not a disorder
I cant feel it
Numb to the bone
I can see though
Far
Farther
Even farther
Than you can believe
On the outside
I look like I can handle
On the inside I crumple
Just like the paper I just crumpled
With all my thoughts jotted
I started to hate this passion
Until I heard those words
You spoke
Screamed
Whispered
Jumped off the screen
Whats this? A smile?
Is it real? Im not sure
I havent seen myself smile for
Cant remember
What potion is this
Bubbling inside me
Like an old mountain
Full of lava that flattens the city
SCREAMS!
Erupt from everywhere
The good guys always win
In the end
I dont want to wait for the end
Too long a wait for a weary soul
Now is the time to conquer
Maybe but it is a team decision
If there is something to remember
Then remember this
Even if it takes your head for a spin
The good guys always win

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July 24

Once Lost Always Lost

Written by Andrew Ens

I sit here restless at night
I cant fall asleep
I wont fall asleep
As far as my understanding goes
Youll be with me forever
If not here not now
In my memory till the end
I stare into your eyes
Think about all the lies
I used to get by
I know I was wrong
I was scared
I panicked
Fell into your embrace
There to find a story
My story
With a happy ending?
Possible?
Imaginable
To much for one mind to bear alone
Back to where I started
No answers
Restless
Out of control
Out of mind
No time to stop and figure it out
Roll along
Over that pebbles of pain
Past the anthills of anguish
To my destination
Which is in the center
Center of all the troubles
At the center of my heart

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July 21

Manly Man

Written by Bradley Hathaway

I dont want my long hair, pretty green eyes, with ( no! I do not have on mascara. ) eyelashes, skinny figure, undersized t-shirt, hip shake too much when I walk confuse anybody. I am a manly man.

Within this sissy frame, obviously rib laden chest lies a heart that beats to the drum of a native American ritual dancing wildness. It pumps an ever cascading supply of untamedness that a herd of wild mustangs have yet to grasp. If danger lurks about, I will seek it out. If adventure abounds, there I will be found. If a damsel be in distress, I will show her who is best. I am a manly man.

Because I dont flush, and I leave the lid up.

I drive a 1988 Ford Pick-up truck. Girls dont break up with me, I break up with them first. ( Except the last time, it didnt really work out like that ) I dont shave the hair on my face ( Because I still cant grow facial hair yet ) But when I can, I wont, because beards are tough.

I fart, burp, and spit when I want, not caring whos nearby. Disrespect my momma, and I will punch you in the eye. I am a manly man.

Or am I? I tell my guy friends that I love em. And sometimes, sometimes I even hug em. Not because Im gay, but because I love em. And when I watched Bambi, I cried. And when my Mema gets mad, I still run and hide.

Like David, I wanna be a man after Gods own heart. And Im not there yet, but Im past the start. And when people talk, I try to listen. A spirit of compassion, thats my vision. Surely I am a manly man. I want to be loved and have love and give love.

And not just that romantic kind either. Although I am looking for that beauty. Not helpless, but wants to be rescued. The damsel in distress, man, woman, myth, true. I will fight for her, climb the highest tower for her, love her, share with her, delight in her, be her warrior, her protector. She will be my crown and I will be hers. My masculinity will be passed down and affirmed to my sons. And each of my daughters will know they are lovely, and deserving of authentic romance.

Society tells me all day long that Ive defined manhood completely wrong. But you ask any honest man, and he will agree. You ask any honest woman, and she too will see, that I am a manly man.

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July 21

Devil In A Midnight Mass

Written by Billy Talent

A devil in a midnight mass,
He prayed behind stained glass
A memory of Sunday class
Resurrected from the past

Hold your breath and count to four
Pinky swears don't work no more
Footsteps down the hallway floor
Getting closer to my door
I was alive but now I'm singing

Silent night for the rest of my life
Silent night for the rest of my life
Silent night at the edge of your knife
Forgive me father
Won't make it right
Silent night for the rest of my life
Silent night at the edge of your knife
You're guilty!

A devil in a midnight mass
Killed the boy inside the man
The holy water in his hands
Can never wash away his sins

Hold your breath and count to four
Pinky swears don't work no more
Put my trust in God that day
Not the man that got his way
I was alive but now I'm singing

Whisper, whisper, don't make a sound.
Your bed is made and it's in the ground

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mxpx31

dude your song is awsome i just now listened to it
it\'s really good! MxPx is the best!

 
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