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THE-REPETITION
Age: 18
Location: indy but i wish i were in israel
Joined On: Feb 20, 2006
Occupation: go-go dancer...and a lead singer/musician
Website: http://www.myspace.com/yourc...
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somewhere i do NOT belong.. otherwise known as noblesville, IN
the_other_guitarist
ur a lovlie...:(...and i lost my keys.....
helives222
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abidebythecurse
Indianapolis, IN
hey everyone...i've decided to take down my message of hate after listening to pearl jam's new album (it's the ultimate hippie album: peace, love and WORLD WIDE SUICIDE!!!). but everyone should listen to my band "Your Clock's Wrong" cuz we make some great tunes and you might not like them but it still be great to hear us and see what you think.
hypocrite in love pt.2 on rainy days, chains rust and fire is put out.
young woman, i fear i'm a prisoner here;
but shackeled only by time
so with each shed tear, "you'll heal in a few years":
a friends words are false but kind.
i hope you burn, my love. i hope you miss me to the grave
but the pondered thought will cause my body to rot in a pit of things i once called brave.
courage and foolish things as such, no one could ever save.
such things as that, empty look of want you had
were drops of poison to force my gad
upon my heart and to this day
i love you but i hurt in such a way...
so let yourself burn, let me wallow in chains
we're free but only to the day that it rains
hypocrite in love pt.3 a young mans friends are gone forever, what will become of him?
the intelligent and young die.
leaving the friends that didn't know them well enough to weep
all good things leave
but i'm here, trying to sleep my my way through it all
troubles are endless
and i can't do anything to prevent them
my thoughts run to dark places
where are all the things that helped me to relent against them
my love is gone, my pain grows, my deathis far off, but suffering draws close, their is nothing new,
there is no release, there is what my friends found:
selfsacrifice for eternal peace
hypocrite in love pt.1: like the fingertips of a guitarist, ones heart will grow deadend to loves pain
forbidden from you: my desire/my death
and with every deadend glance we exchange
i see the cold cloud of our breath
how long must i suffer this numbing distraction
my art hurts me more because of your "logic" reaction
forget the politics and the rhetorical formality
stop our glazed sight from stabbing eachother with every imposible fantasy
"what is my motive?" forget questions! forget names!
just touch. just listen. just put honor to shame.
my calused fingertips have only played for you
but my blinded love and my tangled self leave mind confused
so touch, but soon i will feel no more
and sing, but soon won't know who to play for
x catchmydeath x
I like your hat.
posted Oct 02
monroe_music
hello!!! :D check this new concept post
hardcore www.purevolume.com/monroe_music THNKS :D
posted Sep 20
Pamcakes
Hey! Whats up?
posted Sep 09
ElmoisEmo
ur welcome
posted Aug 22