Irish fields made my eyes
Now I make the Irish skies
Irish sun made my hair
Irish blood everywhere
Irish travels made my face
Irish horses set my pace
Irish blood made my veins
Flowing through like Irish trains
Irish rivers made my curves
Irish temper made my nerves
Irish fields made my eyes
Now I make the Irish skies
I am the worrier.
I worry about everything.
Much of what means nothing.
Still worrying for worrying sake.
I am the worrier.
I exaggerate about everything.
I make it seem like it is a game.
Though I don't have any thing to gain.
When will I live to be worry free?
When will I grasp the concept of being carefree?
When will I dodge the jagged rocks in the sea?
I don't think there is much hope for me.
I am the worrier.
Sometimes it just comes naturally.
Other times it is a disease.
Could it be?
this is my world were the weak are the world's strength
where the strong are brought down
where the poor are rich
and the rich poor
this is my world where the faceless walk the street
their footsteps tap in the heavy heat
striking out this unsteady beat
where the unknown grip my wrist in demented pleasure
where my heart is torn in ways unmeasured
this is my world where under the influence makes life better
where the sun dont shine and the rain aint any wetter
this is my world where words are spoken in twisted meanings
and encripted codes
where everyone moves in their own ungraceful modes
this is my world
Take a look, then look again. by lorddrinan, literature
Literature
Take a look, then look again.
"See that boy? Standing there!
The one with brown and messy hair?
The boy with jeans and shirt in blue?
The one with worn and frayed clothes too?
The one who hardly has a tan!"
"No, I see a different man
I see hair with life that shows
Hair that waves while the wind blows.
I see clothes with colors dim
because of where they've gone with him.
I also see eyes, of faded blue
Like clear skies only summers knew"
"How do you see these things in him!?"
"I took the time to look again"
Today my mommy hurt me
She broke me once again
Today my mommy scorned me
I am nothing yet again
Today my mommy bruised me
Mommy's bruises burn so bad
Today my mommy wished
that it was me she never had
Mommy likies to hit me
and beat me even more
and sometimes when she's done
I can't get off the floor
But even though she hurts me
and makes me feel so bad
Mocks me when I cry
Torments me when I'm mad
and even thought she hates me
She's all I've ever had
(c) Robbie Bryant 2008
QUOTES BY MIKEY WAY
"There's less violence in the world when people are using Hula-Hoops."
"I'm the spiritual advisor of the band."
"This band is metal in that we have a lot of metal in our instruments, and there's quite a lot of metal on my belt buckle as well."
"Yeah, I'm kind of upset that I'm going to die tomorrow." (On the "Ghost of You" video)
"We always had a vision but we weren't sure if it would translate of just come off as Pretentious." (On starting the band)
"We all have very humble backgrounds and very geeky interests."
"I could eat my body weight in sushi."
"Ashlee Simpson told me she had our CD."
"Yeah, I had a headach