Hey guys,

Haven't checked in lately. Got a new job at Replays and failed two classes. Go meee! Well, it's all good. I'm definitely going to see The Used on February Twenty-Sixth, and maybe Eric Clapton on February Twenty-Eighth.

Rock on,
David

This is a work in progress.

Am I good, but just not good enough to have you?
I’m good enough to hold you, to be your’s,
But never good enough for you to be mine.

Oh, your lips tell me lies, you’ll love me forever,
Oh, your lips tell me lies, you’ll never want me to leave.
Oh, your heart is the only truth about you,
Oh, your heart is as black as the sheets you sleep upon.

Prove to me that I’m wrong, that I’m more than just a fling.
Show me this is just my bleak imagination,
Do I mean as much to you as you swear I do?
I’m going to need more than words to believe you this time.

Oh, your lips tell me lies, you’ll love me forever,
Oh, your lips tell me lies, you’ll never want me to leave.
Oh, your heart is the only truth about you,
Oh, your heart is as black as the sheets you sleep upon.

Hmmm.

I should probably be writing a research paper. Oh well. Taking Back Sunday show friday XD!!!!!

Oh, and for all you Beatles purists, I played the Beatles Rock Band last night. I discovered I like a lot of their songs. So instead of respecting them, but disliking them, now I actually like them.

Dude.

New Used album coming out August 31st.
Even better, new AFI album is out on September 19th!

I need to see a doctor.

Hold my hand, kiss my cheek,
hug my waist, steal my heart.

I'll do whatever it takes,
just to hear you say my name.

Happy!

I'm with someone I'm truly happy with. Yay!

Pain.

I wish there was another way, a way to make the pain you cause me disappear. That cold edge is all that is certain. The worst fix, is the only fix. Because you're too busy to help me. You're too busy to help me. All you have time to do is lead my broken heart on.

I don't know,

That itch that never seems to disappear. Those choices that eat away at my soul. This pain that never fades.
Make it go away, please.

Some AFI lyrics tha I've always liked.

Open my eyes as I submerge and I won't deny what I've been since birth.
I'll die drowned by your standards.
Breathe in the life of the summmer's death as the orange and red breathe their first breath,
so welcome as they're burning through. We all begin to burn.
Autumn's flame dance's in my eyes Set alight for all we've learned.
My ashes falling. My skin is singed but it heals my heart and with glowing pride I'll wear my scars.
I'm honored by your hatred. Leaves fall we arise again, and the end impending, it will begin.
So welcome as it's burning through. Ashes fall and I'm rising up again.
Ashes fall. Ashes fall. Ashes fall as we all arise.

June 6, 2009

My life seems to finally be taking a turn for the better. Much, much better. Today was perfect, because of her. I just want to say that I think she is the one to make my depression go away. For good.

"My own love story"

I'm just sitting down for a few minutes, with the desire to get out some feelings. If I like this, I'll continue it later.

I fought my way through the rain drops, your face was all I could see. The memory of your warm embrace, was all that could keep me going through the disasters. Time and time again, I thought I could go on no farther, only to think of you and pick myself back up, over and over again. I had decided long ago that nothing would stop me from completing my journey. Even as others words beat down upon me, telling me to give up, that you are not worth this, I knew all along just how wrong they are and always will be. You are worth every ounce of pain that could ever be inflicted upon me, and that pain will never stop me from needing you.

You feel the pain tearing you. On your knees, you question "Why me? Why now?" But I fight through the harsh world to lift you to your feet, clearing the clouds and showing you the beautiful sunrise. The sunrise, upon you and I.

I don't know what I'm waiting for..

I'm sick of being single. I'm sick of not having someone that gets slightly jealous when I hang out with other girls. I'm sick of not having someone that's always there to hold me when my depression hits.

But then on the other hand,

I'm sick of trusting, just to get walked all over. I'm sick of excuses. I'm sick of thinking she was the one, only to find out that I wasn't even the only one.

This is my rant on American Idol.

I know I'm nearly a week late posting this, but better late than never, eh?

Honestly though, what's going on? How did Kris win? To any open-minded human-being, it's obvious Adam is far more talented.

Wanna know how it happened? Because our country is full of hypocritical, homophobic, close-minded, religious freaks. I don't think Adam is gay, but even if he is, I would still have voted for him. American Idol is a contest about singing and performing talents, not about how you feel about a contestant's sexual orientation.

Listen to this, guys. Out of the ninety-eight million votes cast, thirty-eight million came from Arkansas. Do tell, how a state with a population of well under three million can cast that many votes in four hours.

Because the bible-belt religious fanatics are such extreme homophobes, they used machines that call the same number repeatedly. As soon as the vote was cast, the machine would hang-up and call again.

Now don't get me wrong, Kris Allen is an extremely talented vocalist. I have no doubt he will lead a successful career in the music industry. However, the fact remains that Adam Lambert is more deserving on the crown. Before I saw Adam sing "Bohemian Rhapsody" at his audition, I would have preferred to castrate myself that to watch American Idol. But his amazing talent and attitude, combined with the friendly, confident aurora he gives off,I was hooked.

For any of you who didn't watch and Idol this season and don't know why I'm making such a fuss about an Idol runner-up, do me a favor. Go watch Adam's performance or "One" by U2, "Whole Lotta Love" by Led Zeppelin, and his duet with Allison of "Slow Ride" by Foghat. You will understand exactly why I am so sure that Adam deserved that trophy.

To close my rant, I would like to say that I cannot wait for the day that Adam Lambert goes multi-platinum, and comes to sing in front of a sold-out crowd, in Arkansas. I have no doubt it will happen, and it is only a matter of when.

Many thanks for spending your time reading this.

GO ADAM!

Felt like typing something up.

Sometimes I wonder just what I'm living for. I go day after day after day trying to make others happy, or living just to find out what's going on with my favorite band. Is any of that really worth living for?

Or is it just something I made up to make myself want to stay here?

I have no idea.

Soccer

So today was the last soccer practice for me. Ever. And tomorrow is my last game. It feels so weird knowing that the thing that always cleared my mind is about to be gone....

"Paint it Red"

If you can understand the symbolism in this poem, I'm impressed.


"What am I to do with this room, sir?" asked the painter.
"Paint it red," said I.

Paint it red to mask the mistakes,
Paint it red to disguise the breaks,
Paint it red to hide the scars.

"And what of the deformity, Sir?"
"Cover it," I said.

Cover it with coats of green,
Cover it with layers of masks,
Cover it with dozens of family pictures.

"But Sir, what of the door?"

Cover it, and paint over it,
For there is no escape from this room,
This room, that has been painted red.

if you know me, you know who this is about.

when I look into your eyes,
I see a depth I can always lose myself in,
a beauty so pure and innocent,
I cannot help but to fall harder and harder.

Friends

You always said we would be friends until the end.

Well,
where are you now?

You can't spell "friend" without,
"end."

Same Old Blood Rush, With a New Touch

As she flicked her hair when she walked by me, I knew the feelings were mutual. From the way her deep blue eyes found mine, I could see the interest. I knew immediately that it was time to get out of this saloon, before I fell yet again.

You see, it was not long ago that I had a beautiful lass of my own. However, not long after I put that ring on her finger, a vicious Indian took her life. We were galloping away from a battle, for we never enjoyed war, when an arrow went astray and caught her in the heart. Ironic, that while she must die with a broken heart, I must go on living with mine.

Not a day goes by that she does not cross my mind. I write a letter for her everyday, and always place it on her grave. I miss her dearly, although I know she is not coming back. My only friend is my dear stallion, Hondo. For the most part, I stay alone in my cabin. I live through my days by farming my fields for beans and squash, by feeding my cow, or by drinking myself near death at the saloon.

I live in the middle of no where, otherwise known as Ohio. The year is 1843. My name is Royce Carrow, and I am thirty years old. As I said before, I was once married, ten years ago. Her name was Beth Miller. She was to me, what sugar is to sweet tea.

Enough of my past, though. I currently find employment, alongside my farming, as a writer. I am more of a poet, however. My poetry has yet to catch on in this society, for it would appear few are interested in love now-a-days. I also paint, although more often than not, my paintings are only of the sunset.

I am Royce Carrow. This is my story. My legacy, however, has yet to begin.