As much as I tend to dislike gratuitous profanity in music, I came upon a song which I think I would actually prefer the use of an expletive. Alive With The Glory Of Love by Say Anything starts with ( Read more... )

"The potential for anything to happen is far too great and frightening. So, what to do? Simple: feel nothing. Forcefully remove emotions from your personality. Forget how to feel. having no expectations is the only way to never get let down."

I am the worst of your nightmares, I am the one that you love ( Read more... )

Haunting memories
Names unused and overdone
Leaves fall, darker, faster
Beginnings preceded by endings
Night grows closer, days shrink backwards
pulling walls in on growing things
stop the rising
end the breathing

Don't look at me with those eyes
You know what they do to a man
you could take a boy apart
with a wink of your eye and a flip of your hair

Try it on for size, girl
where's the boy that makes you melt?
it's a one-way game with a million losers
and I can't quite say I enjoy myself

What kind of person would I be if I couldn't let this go
The ins and outs of entertaining dramatic interrelationships
I'm watching from the sidelines but I cannot call the plays
You drop an order, fumble this and that and I'll pick up the pieces

You be the romeo, I'll be the therapist
You take the pretty girl and make a beautiful mess

You stole my heart, so I'll steal it back
I'll break your psyche with a baseball bat
You can run, but you cannot hide
I'll have my revenge, it's all due in time

The brisk November wind whipped around her ankles, teasing the bottom of her skirt, causing it to dance aimlessly in the swift breeze. Her shoulder-length blonde hair blew across her face, covering her bright green eyes. The gust pushed for a moment, then died down again, allowing the leaves that covered the ground time to reseat themselves on ( Read more... )

Quite suddenly came the noise of destruction: the sound of St. Valentine knocking ( Read more... )

No, I'm afraid you're wrong.