http://blasphemy.blogdrive.com/ Sweet Blasphemy Sun, 22 Aug 2004 06:25:09 PDT http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2004. http://blasphemy.blogdrive.com/archive/9.html Sun, 22 Aug 2004 14:22:18 GMT Another sleepless night turns color black and white Yeah, maybe I'm crazy, but at least I'm still around Not much to say on this non-toxic, ordinary day Quiet calm hanging from dull needles in the air Madness is the gift that has been given to me This intoxication thrills me, I only pray it doesn't kill me Another sleepless night turns color black and white This puzzle's dead inside, missing pieces, growing eyes I used to live in a world of black and white Until my dreams turned day into night Sitting in a corner all alone Staring from the bottom of his... (more) http://blasphemy.blogdrive.com/comments?id=9 http://blasphemy.blogdrive.com/archive/3.html Sat, 10 Jul 2004 02:33:53 GMT And sometimes I feel that I should go and play with the thunder - The Rasmus Breaking up, I feel like giving up, I wont walk out until you know -Yellowcard Can you feel the fire burning? -Sonata Arctica Declare this an emergency, come on and spread a sense of urgency -Muse Excuse the wall, I put it up from time to time -Shinedown Fear of the dark tears me apart -The Rasmus Gaze, lie and smirk in time, your arrogance will suit you well -AFI How far will a falling star take me? -Soil I wish it was raining, 'cause I hate every beautiful day Sugarcult Just irritated and quite... (more) http://blasphemy.blogdrive.com/comments?id=3 http://blasphemy.blogdrive.com/archive/8.html Fri, 18 Jun 2004 18:26:59 GMT She felt her legs as she pulled them up close to her body, her chin resting on her knees. Her arms were tightly wrapped around her legs, holding them close, trying to become as small as she could. She squeezed her eyes shut and wished the pain would go away, wishing she could be somewhere far away from there. Little did she know that she would get her wish, but then again, this wasn’t about wishes. Her ice blue eyes hesitantly opened and found herself looking down at a very clean, white floor. She shook her head a couple times, sending her curly dark hair flying in waves around her head,... (more) http://blasphemy.blogdrive.com/comments?id=8 http://blasphemy.blogdrive.com/archive/7.html Sat, 29 May 2004 21:42:10 GMT My Cd's 12 Stones 12 Stones 69 Eyes, The Blessed Be AFI The Art of Drowning AFI Sing the Sorrow Alkaline Trio Good Mourning Ataris, The So Long, Astoria Brand New Deja Entendu Catch 22 Keasbey Nights Cold Year of the Spider Crystal Method, The Legion of Boom Darkness, The Permission to Land Disturbed Believe Disturbed The Sickness Evanesence Fallen Exies, The Inertia Finch What it Is to Burn Finger Eleven Finger Eleven Finger Eleven The Greyest of Blue Skies Godsmack Faceless Hammerfall One Crimson Night HIM Razorblade Romance Incubus Morning... (more) http://blasphemy.blogdrive.com/comments?id=7 http://blasphemy.blogdrive.com/archive/6.html Sat, 29 May 2004 20:11:56 GMT Peace and stillness wash over me as I take my first step onto the roof that night. It’s dark, but you can still see the outlines of the oaks and the lindens, which gracefully ark over my roof. Somehow, my almost constant trips out there have replaced the original vertigo with quiet content. Taking a breath of the fresh night air, I lie down on the cold shingles and stare up at the stars. It’s so easy to get lost in the wondrous sky. I feel so small, so insignificant, that it’s always enticing to stare at the stars. Lost. Maybe lost is the wrong word. Free. My soul... (more) http://blasphemy.blogdrive.com/comments?id=6 http://blasphemy.blogdrive.com/archive/5.html Mon, 24 May 2004 03:41:11 GMT Flash. Spin. Glint. Twirl. The steady beat of the music entrances me in my vertigo. I like that feeling…Maybe, if your not used to it, it would be hard to explain. But every time, its what I strive for. It’s what we all strive for, in a way. Flash. Twirl. Click. Shine. The glinting knife spins in my hands; I’ve mastered the art of twirling it, finger to finger, hand to hand. It’s a wonderful feeling…You’re so in control, but you don’t even have to think. Your hands take over, and you become numb. We all become numb, in a way. Spin. Glint. Twirl. Cut. There’s no blood yet, it... (more) http://blasphemy.blogdrive.com/comments?id=5 http://blasphemy.blogdrive.com/archive/4.html Sun, 23 May 2004 03:02:27 GMT I wish you could Watch this storm with me Lightning brightening the sky Thunder pounding my ears I wish you could Wrap your arms around me Holding me tight Faintly hearing your heart I wish you could Be there every second Because I need you so Happiness is always with you I wish you could Understand what you mean I hurt, when you hurt Your world became mine I wish you could Hear the thunder now Music faintly playing And your soft heart beating http://blasphemy.blogdrive.com/comments?id=4 http://blasphemy.blogdrive.com/archive/2.html Sat, 15 May 2004 19:12:28 GMT The wind outside screamed and howled with pent up fury and rage. The sun had set countless hours ago and the night had settled in; its unmarred grace covering the world in darkness. The trees swayed to and fro in the storm’s robust winds and the autumn leaves fell to the ground gracefully with little sound. No sane person would venture out in a storm like that, not with the danger of the winds and the lightning. No one, though, was going to object to the black haired teenager who was standing under a large oak tree, his hand resting on the damp bark of the trunk, appearing to be deep in... (more) http://blasphemy.blogdrive.com/comments?id=2 http://blasphemy.blogdrive.com/archive/1.html Wed, 12 May 2004 04:57:57 GMT I like it here. The rain pours down outside, and here I sit, staring out of the window into the darkness. Brown hair falls gently down to my neck, framing my tan face. A sigh escapes my lips as my grey green eyes close for a moment, blinking out into the dark night. The bed was purposefully pushed up against the window, for I had forever enjoyed being close to the out doors. I’ve always liked the night. It hides things from us, thoughts, feelings, and enhances your imagination. Have you ever believed in a monster? The only place where you would expect to find something like that would be... (more) http://blasphemy.blogdrive.com/comments?id=1