BigRedOne's blog

Just a short one. Got a bit of a line going and decided to run with it.

Dead by a lonely heart.
Troubled from the very start.
He didn't get far.
Before shining stars.
Fallen by the flag.
He had so readily raised in his hand.
Staggered along.
To the beat of the drum.
Spattered by metal.
Pelted by fire.
Thrown to the side.
Of the bloody ditch.
I marched past.
To my own last.
A breath.
A sheath.
For a broken sword.
Coloured red.
By body paint.
Now I climb the wagon.
Before the shining stars.
The Stripe.
The Red.
The White.

So hey, once again, I write a blog. And once again I shall attach another poem. I really love putting these up. And when you comment, and sayu how you relate to them, it gives me such pride. For that's what MCR does for me, thats what Gerard's lyrics do for me. I take great inspiration from his words and the bands music. If you who read my poems honestly feel so deeply in touch with them, then i am greatly honoured. I write these with all my heart, my soul and my mind. If you can read them the same way then they are more than just words, they become life, thoughts, amazing communications between people who have never met. And i think that's spectaculour. Thankyou for being there to read my thoughts. It matters not to me how you interpret them. Thats the point of them, they can mean what you want, they tell a story, but you can manipulate it and twist it. You are the one's who make them matter. I merely put the words in place. You take them off the page and into your hearts.

So, yesterday, i posted my first blog. I didn't believe I'd write a second one. But due to the support of the blog's readers and the wonderful comments. I decided to post another one. Yesterday i attached one of my poems to the blog. And today i will attach another. Once again, i love feedback, positive or negative. I prefer the truth to any falsity designed to make me feel better. Anyway, i hope everyones had a good day and if not hopefully tomorrow will be better for you.

When you call out.
There’s no reply.
It stops you dead.
You wonder why.
It’s all for you.
All at you.
That’s what we do.
Bring you in.
Break you down.
Shed your skin.
Take your crown.
Your dependant.
Your depressive.
Your distraught.
And now.
Your destroyed.
You’ve lost who you were.
You’ve found who your not.
The security you once had.
The barriers you kept.
All gone now.
You went with the flow.
But where did it get you.
No where but backwards.
Your insecure.
Your weak.
I’m strong.

So yeah, first blog, probably won't get read by anyone, but oh well. Makes my page look pretty. And everyone knows that looks are what matter. Unfortunatly. Not real good at the whole blog thing. Kinda better at talking in person, even thats hard. I write poems, I suppose thats what you'd call them, although according to the stereotype a lot of "emo's" do. So no real suprises. I decided to post one of my more recent ones, probably the most serious attempt at it I've made, and the only one properly recorded on paper. I called it Red Rain, but I don't really like the title, just the best I could think of at the time. I don't know if its any good, the only person who has read it is my girlfriend, she liked it, kinda, she thought I wrote it as a break-up letter. Not the case. but yeah, she's kinda biased. So I'm hoping someone will read it, and comment, hopefully positivly, but if it sucks, honesty is good. I don't want to be ignorant. So yeah, that's all I got for now.