Hey, I hope you're all well. This isn't my comeback post or anything. I just wanted to share an important milestone in my life with you.
My third block class this semester is Guitar 2 and a requirement of this class is to perform in the Winter Concert. I was unaware of this when I signed up, or I probably would not have signed up. I was terrified when our teacher told us about the requirement, as I've never played for an audience before (except for my family and a few friends). The t
I'm sorry, I don't have the energy or the nerves to translate my thoughts into English. But I need this out of my system.
Ich will nicht mehr, ich will nicht mehr, ich will nicht mehr, ich will nicht mehr, ich kann einfach nicht mehr.
Ich hab es satt, erwachsen zu werden. Ich habe es satt, weiterhin Teil dieser Welt zu sein. Ich habe es satt, mich diesem System zu beugen, in das ich hineingeboren wurde, ohne darum gebeten zu haben. Mit jedem Tag und mit jeder Minu
So this is what it is to be two decades old
Twenty years in this place,
You’d think I’d have more control
over these feelings
and this pathetic poetic soul,
but the day does take its toll;
While I would be content to stroll
through life unscathed by age and time,
it feels more like they’ve both got a
cage around my mind
This life is mine to define,
line by line I try to find a solution
New lyrics. Enjoy.
Millions of silent policies
caressing the divine
Millions of different rhythms
playing up and down my spine
With a wave of two fingers
lines in the air form
Digital signals enter
in tangent chloroform
When it gets bigger and faster
and starts obeying our command
Our method of destruction
is highly in demand
But don't think that
we are completely armed
I took a walk to clear my head only to end up in a state that's far more clouded
I've let this depression sink right in and my skin shows signs of aging
See these bags beneath my eyes? The dark circles that I've drawn, these weary lines
These bloodshot eyes crossed in the sky, a bleaker shade of grey
Freedom is forgotten when self pity takes control of every step I take
Yearning for a constant, ache for something more than this
Shatter every bone until the so
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take 'til he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind. ...
( bob dylan )
hello all GDC'ers,....
There were giant attacks in France. A big earthquake and a tsunami hit Japan. A bomb exploded in the crowd in Turkey, Afganistan, Mali. Another bomb exploded in Lebanon. A Russian airplane hij
Flash: 129 dead in Paris.
Maybe I’m too young to know,
but I don’t see where this
battle ends, the media pretends
that we can defend our sensibilities
with hyperbole and fear so they sear
violent flashes in to our minds
and define each tragedy with a line
on a newsreel, but they still can’t
make it feel real
Flash: 43 dead in Beirut.
Send out your prayers,
and another twenty-one gun salute.
Chaos ensues when there are no
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New lyrics. Enjoy.
"And whether by carelessness or stubbornness, the planet became void of resources. Without care for the environment, the usage of hazardous materials as fuel and lack of renewable energy doomed their planet forever."
In the mindlessness
of the machine in distress
Politics have no purpose here
We're calculated, have no fear
Undeniably good for the cause
She sings the revolution
the dawning of our lives
she brings this liberation
that I just can't define
nothing comes to mind
hello all GDC'ers....
recently i love to listen the album Kerrang Does Green Day's American Idiot,....and my fav. song is she's a rebel....
this time i try to post some of drawing that i made when i listen to green day....it just my doodles and some oil pastel drawing,....
drawing it just like a visual diary for me,..a humble medium to
My youth group was in charge of leading the church service this morning and I offered to be the main speaker because I never shut up anyway and I figured it'd be a good opportunity to talk about some things I consider important. So that's why this is written as if I'm speaking to a congregation.
So I'd like to start this out by quickly introducing myself to the members of this congregation who don't recognize me or know me very well. My name is Eva [insert last name]. I am a senior
We've upgraded to the latest version of the Invision software. There are three major changes and lots of small ones.
The post editor was completely re-written for better support on mobile and should load more quickly
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When you're using quick reply, you can
New lyrics. Enjoy. Operation: Takeover Celebrate the incidents appeasing accidents Trusting your damnation and I embrace my demon Holding off discrepancies and our urgencies Tearing down our path and these words will be your epitaph And we have fallen but we will not let it die Operation 1: time to bleed the sky Sudden silent spores seep deep into your pores Grip your heart then your brain Give into our domain Chorus: Through hell or through them all There's no mercy as they fall Cra
5th November 2015. Remember, remember, the 5th of November. I’ve had this in my mind in the coming days to today’s date, and felt a more potent significance in it than ever before. I’m not sure why, and maybe it is just a coincidence, but it has taken on real significance as I’ve just received news that one of my friends took his own life in the last few days. I’m stunned and shocked at the moment, and finding it difficult to know what to think, feel and say. I hope Simon has found peace now. I
New lyrics. Enjoy. Our Princess Our princess... Hold up your mighty hand and bring ruin to the forces that be Our princess... Stay to witness this grand attraction of the flight of the weak And now, lift your holy head to splice our enemies with dread Welling up at your command And now, with microphone in hand Devour the life from this land Our leader, hold them out Push back... Intertwined with the vim; natural selection is grim but you understand Push back... Desperation in her e
our chains were tightly weld, as the letters melted from the brim of our lips and exhaled to lovers words. they became vacationed; our years passed and still, the moon's edge secretly wore her tattered perfume that arose, impressing our celestial sphere. it's as if sweetness recycled the rain's softness into an illusion that fed flower basins and crept mixed scents into foreign winds. the pastures is a place she marked and wept in as fragments of her imagination wished to be pieced together. je
I want to be the person who never leaves your mind. I want to be the dream that helps you unwind. I want to be that lingering thought that keeps you up at 4AM on a school night. I want to be the person who makes your smile so bright. I want to be the person your heart aches to hold. I want to be someone you'll even love when we're old. I want to be the person you hope to run into in public. I want to be the someone who gives you butterflies in your stomach. I want you to love every flaw on my fa
(Wrote this about a week ago) Time. Time. It is infinite in our minds, yet we are bound by it. I’ve wanted to try and write something coherent and useful about Time, only today actually, having been learning more about Jack Kerouc today through on-line searches. I read On The Road a few years ago and saw a link yesterday about Kerouc’s link to Buddhism. So here goess... I feel like we need to change our approach to time and how we measure it. We think of our lives in terms of how much time
I haven't been on GDC much for a long while, but have been wanting to start writing recently and thought this would be a great place to come back and have a ponder, so hello there! Hoping to add some interesting content about Green Day and other real life stuff, as well as get to see what else is going on Tony
no spark where did the fire go? i don't feel it in my heart and can't seem to find it in my soul. the passion is extinguished but foggy memories play in spurts throughout my nights. i reach for them, try to take them back but as my finger tips brush them, they fade away and i know i can never have them again. i hope for the fire to come back and to grow like it once did but it isn't and instead I'm stranded in the ashes and memories from better days praying for the spark to come
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Though at present they are tremendously decayed my memories are brighter now than when first conveyed. Experience is dull, but remembering is vibrant - at first just thrumming vibrations in my mind, then coherent orchestral noise that engulfs rooms; upon reflection the past turns completely new. A continually superior high, a shade cooler, a path less travelled by, and though I could spend years in a dream, I know that eventually the wick of my fantasy will wane and I’ll be left only with the s
empty glass bottles distract the sea in perils of crashing waves, frozen in time. I know not of the water they must've drowned in or of creatures swimming below, visiting the unusual sight and while uncertain, becoming so hesitant to what gleams more, in what they value. their life is simple and odd-struck, so in a way where they're more tuned to their own channels and believed to be a few less than what they vacationed for. the glass bottles cannot crack, not even now or later, but they still d