Take my heavy heart and hold it in your hand.
i never asked for anything but hoped youd understand
and as we grew to love eachother i thought perhaps youd see
through sorrow pain and all my joy i was only ever me

take my heavy heart, and take my shattered soul
take away everything that might have made it whole
and i will only ask that you never send it back
for what i freely give you seem to lack

im with you this is really ridiculous....

oh i realll like that one.

tick tock..
the silence seems deafening
waiting for it all
to just fade again
tick tock..
and the storm hits...
leving disaster in its wake

go watch this

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NlequZXRyE


its amazing!

whats pof?

I close my eyes
and pretend my name is Alice
one pill makes me stronger
while the other makes me small
I close my eyes to fall asleep
and wonder if ill fall to deep
and I think its fair to mention
I hope they take it all

I close my eyes
to find it warm
my throat and eyes seem numb
heavy head, I drift away
I find my heart in waves
hoping that they make the memories
a dream of forgotten pain

ya its spanish.

a bit of both.

my fav

this one has good imagery

i like.

i like.

i feel very young

when i was first learning to scream i found myself speechless, quieting the voices in my head to hear you speak of dreams instead. my tongue cut in the jaw, little did i know that note of terror would embed itslf within and the ghost of it might haunt me til i dreamed of feeling death.
for you i learned to breathe water, the silence never questioned in the thick white foam that would wash the shores. what name would i call, begging for a sheath of words to free me, and you and us.

when i learned to creep, your voice became like the thunder of god and i quickly scrambled to obey. you the keel of my beating heart, the water pulsing between us like blood. i could draw no breath without you.

unknowing virgin i thought your hands to be gentle, this the way of the world seeped in shadows i thought were light. and oh our dynasty, settled so firmly in the mud, begins to sink and i see the bodies of our freshly buried ghosts begin to rise.

this earth i rise from seeks retrobution and i in agony cant undo what has been done. what torn skirts caked in mud and masks of bone could ever hold you here? what insidious delirium took your hand and cradled mine?
thunder and guns would be better than this forged peace. i would step from this skin of old bondages and surfdom and gladly burn the streets in victory but our end seems far less grand.
i learned to breathe water for you and watched as the spirits rotted endlessly in the early morning mist of spring.
what is my atonement but the screams which claw at my throat, unable to be given voice unless by blood. i will never call for you. i will never call. and as the stars plummet to the earth i can only watch as you burn, hearing you give sound to what i was bound to all my life