Individuality (tentative title)

Gray world
Why do you threaten me?
With your mundane ways of simplicity?
You stifle my desire to breathe
Pin down my eyelids so I can't see
What are you afraid of?
Is there some secret I cannot discover?
Why do you cheat me like some unfaithful lover?
Gray world
There is something out there for me to find
For I have heard the voices and seen the signs
Of unfounded treasures that are surely all mine
Why, oh why are you so selfish and unkind?
What are you hiding?
Is there more besides this box you call my life?
Why do you stab me in a back with a knife
Gray world
Give me the key to that door
That will grant me the vivid colors I long for
Instead of leaving me feeling aimless and poor
Will you leave me lost here begging for more?
How long will you lie to me?
Gray world
All I ask is that...
You set me free.

The Traveling Man

I've been detached....
Oh yes, it's true
Lost in a world
Without a view

No future.
Or past.

Searching for a consciousness
Day after day
Wondering if I
Would be okay
But wrapped only in
Darkness...
Wandering through my life
Waiting for the breath
That would allow me to see.

The Dragon and the Phoenix (tentative title)

I just don't get why
You don't just curl up and die
Or crawl into a hole
And bury yourself alive
Anything to end this flow of negativity
That no matter how I dodge seems inevitably
Directed at me
See
You're quick to spit fire
And try to burn down my dreams
But what you don't seem to get
Is that things aren't as they seem
Though you may have found my foundation
To be a cloud of hot air
You fail to see the plume of imagination
Storming down there
So stream flame upon flame
As you let your envy flow
Because before you know it
My dreams will be aglow
And from them will rise a masterpiece
Unlike anything you've seen before
And you'll drown within your nothingness
Until you are no more.

Twi-hards Get Off On the Wrong Thing

Twi-hards. The makeshift term for Twilight fanatics. Granted, the book series is very good, but the movie was downright atrocious. Let's see if the new director does things proper in November. But seeing as the movie is what got Twi-hards turned on in the first place, their undying obsession seems directed toward the wrong thing. Where it should be directed toward is the music. The soundtrack was actually good. Probably known best for Paramore's "Decode" my favorite track was by, as Stephanie Myers herself puts it, her inspiration for the entire series. That would be none other than, Muse.

Sure, "Supermassive Black Hole" was awesome. But it wasn't until I watched them perform on the VMAs that several things came clear to me. First, "Uprising" is an awesome song. Second, Their sound on stage sounded better
than the album version! That's rare! And third, their music is good across the board. As far as I'm concerned their definitely worth checking out.

So I suggest you hurry up and do just that. Or something might take a bite out of you.





Yeah. I know. Very bad joke.

The Hudson Overflowing?

NO,The Hudson isn't overflowing. In terms of trash, perhaps, but the people are New York are fine. Unless Noah builds an Ark on top of the Empire State Building. That would be a completely different story.

I'm actually talking about my newest artistic discovery. Granted I didn't discover him on my own. He's collaborated with Kanye (aka douchebag) and Jay-Z (Blueprint 3). He's from Europe! He's British actually. Has a peculiar crop of blonde hair. And has the rare musical talent to connect to masses of two countries divided by an enormous body of water.

Ladies and gentleman, if you haven't done so on your own already, check out Mr. Hudson. That is the name he is utilizing. And while the Hudson may stink on occasion, I assure he does not. Whether it be "Supernova", "Too Little Too Late", "Anyone But Him" or my personal favorite "White Lies", you can't help but bob your head to his music.

So do yourself a favor and get yourself a dose of good music. Cause we hear enough about the mediocre/crap as it is.

Ulcer Pains

You’re like an ulcer in my mind
Eating away at the words I want to say
Tearing at the fabric until it withers and frays
Castigating every goal and plan
Degrading my every action
Battering my fragile hope
Screaming I’m not good enough
Expecting me to shrug it off and cope
Waiting for a decision
Or rather
A desire for approval in your eyes
Forcing me into the shadows
To cloak my true intentions with intricate lies
Why should I be a spy to my own happiness
Dodging your cold doubt and jagged threats
Already calling me a failure
When I haven’t proven you right yet
You’re like an ulcer that keeps on bleeding
Why don’t you just let me be
Or is telling you to fuck off
The only way I can set myself free?