Voices In the Wind by NamelessReveries, literature
Literature
Voices In the Wind
It looks like rain.
Theres a storm on the way.
I want to run, but Ive got no place to hide.
I dont want to break my stride,
But I know I just cant turn the tide.
I walk down the long road to Somewhere,
Looking for a sign.
Anything that can point me in the right direction,
Anybody that can show me whats mine.
All I need is a barge full of motivation,
Because I already know Ive got the time.
Down into the fringe,
But theres nothing to see,
Nothing, nothing for me.
The winds change direction and Mother Earth starts to howl in my ear,
"Go this way son," she says, "No need to shed a tear."
Hair Extensions Are For.... by NamelessReveries, literature
Literature
Hair Extensions Are For....
She's got a supplicating aroma,
Timid eyes and a modest facade,
Hidden behind a narcissistic smile.
She's the perfect girl, and she's got no idea that this song's about her.
With just a bat of your eyelashes, and I was yours.
Possession, possession.
Fingers snapping, mind racing, and my mouth salivating just to the thought of your angelic grace.
You're my Tawny Kitaen.
I'm your Whitesnake, and we've got the cash to burn.
We can drive for hours.
Just keep driving.
Possession, possession.
Whitesnake, Whitesnake.
She's my bitch, and she'll tear yours to pieces.
I've got no drive.
The fire's almost gone.
Sooner or later,
Nothing will spark from me.
I'll be the dead battery you'd always hoped me to be.
I'll be the circuit in the wall, long since ceased with galvanism to flow.
Long forgotten, I will sleep to be found.
I close my eyes, and I wait for the end.
Maybe one more time the switch will turn,
And these circuits will bend once again.
And I'll leave the scene,
While the scene's still kindling.
I left the corpses in the wreckage,
Pull them out while you still can.
And with a bestial step to the side,
We catch each other's eyes.
And now it's just a cutthroat standoff.
So much for brotherhood.
My locality in ruins,
And I've got blood on my hands.
This was my home,
You were my brother,
No doubts about it.
If only I knew this is the end I was due.
Vengeance Came Home... by NamelessReveries, literature
Literature
Vengeance Came Home...
She's tough as nails, and hers follow the example.
She's got some eyes like knives, and her lips will cut you to pieces.
Oh, she's much more than a girl that tastes like cigarrettes.
She'll steal a boy's heart just for fun, and she's got the collection to prove it.
She's sharp as a tack, but her heart's in the wrong place.
Poisoning drinks and faking laughs is how she makes her life interesting.
She'll chew you up and spit you out, you're nothing but a pawn for her pleasure.
But this time you've stepped out of line, and her heart's set on you.
Her name is Vengeance, and she's coming home with a knife.
Here come the rains,
I'm wondering what's taken them.
But I'm sure we'll find out,
It's that time, the right season.
The leaves are on the floor, and they're all on fire,
Because all our feelings are burning.
I can still smell you,
Still taste your words.
And it hurts when you take them back when they've been mine for so long, that the new hole in my chest can't compare
To the amount of doubt in my lungs.
This is my depravity in words, given life through skin grafts, shouting out my insecurities to the unsuspecting.
It's no secret that I've seen better days.
It becomes more and more obvious as the time slowly passes me by.
Before the clock strikes twelve, I'll be forgotten again.
Left for dead, outcast, abandoned.
It's all the same to me.
And it's all just a fraction of the work I've ahead of me today.
I'll slip through the shadows and cast rainbows for myself.
The world will gaze upon gifts never before imagined.
I've seen the ends of strands of time tied onto new beginnings.
And this time, you won't pass me by.
If Life Were a Garden... by NamelessReveries, literature
Literature
If Life Were a Garden...
Whoever told you that the grass is greener on the other side didn't know much about landscaping.
I'm here to tell you that all your grass is the same, no matter which side of my fence it's on.
You're just having trouble differentiating colors because of those dark glasses you've got on over your bloodshot eyes.
I'm here to tell you that if you're planning on burying flowers, that you might want to look around for some better soil to surround yourself with.
I'm here to tell you that your gardening work is severely overrated.
When the winter finds us,
We won't be able to stop him.
He's disappointed in our actions,
And he's been on our trail for days.
The foxes can't lose the hounds.
Our cleverness has only run us into a corner.
Deduction can only tell me that this ridge is our only escape.
It looks deep enough from here,
So, I'll see you in the shallows, darling.
Lest I sleep the sleep of death!
"Wise up folks. We're all alone out there, and tomorrow we're going out there again."
I've tried and tried.
And the blood still won't wash away.
It seems to me that this is the worst mistake I've made in my life.
I wish I could have told you, I wouldn't know what to do if you died.
Maybe then I would have gotten a reasonable answer.
I've grown so tired of this routine of mine.
When will this concrete floor fracture, and feel like home?
"What an amazing tradition. They throw a party for you the one day they know you can't come."
Current Residence: Billings, MT Favourite genre of music: METAL!! MP3 player of choice: iPod Favourite cartoon character: Prowl Personal Quote: "Are you ready for something stupid and dangerous?"
Favourite Movies
Top Gun
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
As of right now: W.A.S.P.
Favourite Games
Burnout Revenge
Favourite Gaming Platform
Playstation 2
Tools of the Trade
Brain, Computer, occasionally a pen and some paper
It's crazy how the time flies by, ain't it?
Jeeze. If this is correct, I haven't actually posted anything on here since October of '06 or so. That's a long time...
I haven't drawn much since then.
I did a couple character profiles for the book series I'm writing that I eventually want to make into a comic book or a cartoon show (both would be stetching it, but I can dream), and I started on a crazy piece with skulls and stars and crazy stuff, but still haven't gotten around to finishing it, nearly 3 weeks later.
I haven't written much of anything worth reading, aside from a southern rock-esque ballad that really isn't that good if you rem