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One And The Same One And The SameOne And The Same by *9PuRpLe-FrEaK9
When I say I have concerns,
I am actually cultivating
A moment to run away.
Insecurities forged prior
To learning your name;
Like flames engulfing
The witches beneath my skin.
Call me a biological hazard-
Chemical, physical,
I exhale disaster after we kiss.
This is much like my faith:
In any God we trust
We are naked but for the mask
Which cracks as I am sent away.
The clock gives me
An endless excuse to hate
What you might become.
Your skin, your bones,
Will grow into cruelty I'm sure.
Perhaps in time we will be
One and the same.


Other Man Other ManOther Man by *9PuRpLe-FrEaK9
There are too many Sundays,
In every one of my weeks,
Where I stare at the walls alone.
And there are too few chances,
To be swept off my feet,
Aside being washed up in a littoral zone.
Oh and the mirror,
Turns my roses into orchids,
And the petals fall away
Going down, down, down,
Wash my tears right down the drain.
Baby you can be my other man,
If you tell me that it's ok;
And it'd kill me now to say goodbye,
So trust me this is the only way.
Oh baby you can be the other man,
Whilst I'm waiting to see I'm wrong,
But I'll be damned if I ever really care;
Yet I still wrote you this song...
There are too many reas


Where Parables Are Written Where Parables Are WrittenWhere Parables Are Written by *9PuRpLe-FrEaK9
Where a moon cracks
And pours silver dust
Into the sand,
Where shadows spread themselves
So thin they're white-
I think that's where a God
Sits to write the stories.
No water or wind
Or bloom in during any season,
Where Winter will
Get the best of you
Until you learn your lesson.
But the words are old,
You can buy wisdom
Like it's a consumer product.
Broken flutes
To drown out the voice of reason;
We all become smaller
When we have nobody to ask to help us
Before it's too late.


Epoch EpochEpoch by *9PuRpLe-FrEaK9
Water in the basin
And I could forget your face,
Wash out my eyes with this miracle
In an instant.
Yet I couldn't;
They said love would make me smile
Or cry
Or both-
All I have are urges to recreate days
With songs or photographs,
To pass them on in Chinese Whispers
Leaving me ever so quietly,
Like an Autumn breeze.
Tomorrow won't leave today behind,
So I'll listen to Robert Smith
And claim I'm sad.
All I know is that
It's been too long,
But nowhere near long enough.
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| Love is a fire. Burns down all that it sees. Burns down everything. Everything you think Burns down Everything you say. She blew me her death-kiss And the mouth-marks Bled down my eye, Like her dying On my windshield. I can already feel Her worms Eating my spine. So how can it be this lonely? Is this all we get For our lives? Is love only sweeter when One of us dies? Then I knew that our love was Just a car crash away. I knew that our love was just a car crash away. I knew that our love was Just a car crash away. I knew that our love was Just a car crash away. Love is a fire. Burns down all that it sees. Burns down everything. Everything you think Burns Down Everything you say. -Marilyn Manson, Just A Car Crash Away |
| And you, Can bring me to my knees. Again. All the time, That I could beg you to please, In vain. All the times, That I felt insecure. For you. And I leave, My burdens at the door. But I’m on the outside, I’m looking in, I can see through you, See your true colours. Cause inside you’re ugly, You’re ugly like me, I can see through you, See to the real you. All this time, That I felt like this won’t end, Once for you. And I taste, What I could never have, It’s for you. All those times, That I tried, My intentions, Full of pride. And I waste, More time than anyone. I’m on the outside, I’m looking in, I can see through you, See your true colours. Cause inside you’re ugly, You’re ugly like me, I can see through you, See to the real you. All the times, That I’ve cried, All that’s wasted, It’s all inside. And I feel, All this pain, Stuffed it down, It’s back again. And I lie, Here in bed. All alone, I can’t mend. And I feel, Tomorrow will be okay, But I know... That I’m on the outside, I’m looking in, I can see through you, See your true colours. Cause inside you’re ugly, You’re ugly like me, I can see through you, See to the real you. -Staind, Outside |
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