SU VITA

 

Age:  18

Location:  Hawaii

Joined On:  Sep 09, 2006

Occupation:  hippie

Website:  myspace.com/thoseveggieeatin...

 
 
 
 
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ahhh. my names christian.
i'm 17
and am a senior at LHS
i absolutely love photography!
i bring my camera absolutely everywhere!
think its become my best friend ...
mmm. love to read
ahhh. love to write
love to listen
hmm. i absolutely am into indie!
but love everything from metal to electronica to folk to death metal
so pretty much anything different and meaningful

people that sometime
would not mind just laying around with me on a warm sunny day
and wouldn't mind a warm cup of coffee on a cold rainy night

 
 
September 10

what i plan to read at the next first thursdays

and well there it was. and here we are stuck in the middle, waiting as we do for all things to come again. an ending of one life, the beginning of another. like a rebirth, a whole new life to live, new skies, new songs sung by songbirds, new clouds, and new meaning. an old road is no longer worth greiving over. a new shirt, new jeans, new bracelet, new things. a whole new life to live. new words, new thoughts, a whole nother muse for breathing. different oceans, cooler waters, greener hills, grassier yonders, gives me a whole new song to sing. i breathe into the wind and i'm shot. with the energy from years of learning, lives of adapting, and here i am. lost in this new meaning, yet i find comphort among the photographs, postcards, and the slight bit of hope that i'll still hear your whispers in the wind. here i am, at the ending, merging into a beginning. lost but found. new and growing older. and there you are, my songbird, my muse, and my old dusty road.

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September 10

dear anonomys

dear anonomys,

i'd have to say your pretty much perfect. always there. always listening. never a word against me. yet never one for me. youll always see the fall. and youll certainly always be what keeps me there for awhile. your exactly what i need after a long days work when i can't seem to get a moment to myself. and yet you drive me absolutely mad when i can seem to get too much of you. but can't help but keep running back to you. your always exactly where you need to be. and sometimes even where i wish you were't. your there to hear my screams into the void, and even there to encourage the echo in return. your a preposition, in most senses. yet you now seem to reflect on so much more of a noun. i'd often contemplated on getting rid of you. yet often enough i can recall thanking god for, at the least, some of you. i could have loved you like a brother, seeing as how your around so much. but could have easily hated you like every other, you can never leave me alone. pissing in the wind, hell i'm sure that just another one of your names. possibly, even the straw that broke the cammels back. you are hell. yet have heard time with you, is absolutely heaven. i still hate how i can never get rid of you. yet its, in a sense, comforting. knowing that youll always be there exactly, precisley when i need you. hell i'd never sleep without feeling your presence somewhere in the room. your like liquor to a buisness man. and like a sort of malaise to the insane.

oh my good friend silence, how i wish i'd miss you so.

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September 10

another poem

9'2 beutiful ones

glassy, rolling in from the sunrise. my big blue canvas, and i've just arrived with my nine two brushes. both anticipation and heartbreak with each new session, as my temporary art work fades, a lasting impression remains. inspiration blooms with each new skinny white line that breaks this vast blue surface. yet here we are, artists in every sense of the word, fighting for our masterpieces. stubbornly always searching for that brand new canvas. untouched, waiting for seemless strokes of an antsy painter. and with each new day, we arrive inspired or not. we are drawn to the descent, like a man fresh from a coma, with the brush in his hand and a brand new start, what is there left to do.

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markdoubleday

I\'d really appreciate you checking out my music..
lemme know what you think! take care.
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december is for cynics

lovely photos :)

made_in_the_80s

Wow you have alot of really great pics . Did you take
them all yourself ?

Scene.Two.Take.One.Action.

heeeyy haven\'t talked to you in awhile :[ so how\'ve
you been babes?

x3_eeyorebaby

hey what`s up :]

iCOULDbeTHATstar

halifax is comming. perhaps we should all go to that.
lilia says theyre comming in january; and im tottaly
down for that. i like your little ninja turtle on your
main page; by the way....secretly i an a ninja. true
story. well anyway i think that i am just going to but
photoshop. i mean i work alot so i think id be able to
manage the price. i sense that you are somwhat hippie.
yeah; i wish i were. i think that hippies are freaking
awesome. but i tyy...i am the BIGGEST tree hugger i
know. haha. well tyeah; the show on january; think
about it mmkay? im excited=] hopefully ill talk to you
laterr =]

fakeitwithasmile

yes i remember those. i seriously love that picture you
have up with you and the tree. It\'s really good

papercuplove

ahhhh really? sorry to hear that. i hope you feel
better hehe. =]=]

 
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