Musician, a singer a rapper
Songwriter, composer,
plays piano, plays the guitar,
does charity work he even does art.
His bandmate's a director.
Yeah, theyre in a band.
Each of the six is such a wonderful man.
So crazily talented, so full of heart,
Full of life and love and they work so hard.
Bring people together, and make em all smile.
Understand their heartache, make them think for a while.
Share their strength with the ones they love,
the ones who love them and give thanks so much.
'Who are these beautiful people?',
you probably wanna know.
Theyre the guys of Linkin Park;
Mike, Chaz, Rob, Dave, Brad, and Joe.
If I were to die tomorrow, I would die loved.
No doubt about it.
Though if I were taken tomorrow, I would die unfulfilled.
Only hate in me. No doubt about that.
Destiny incomplete.
If life were to leave me now, what a waste it would be.
A waste of potential passion.
Though I often wish to end my story, I find obstacles in front.
Reasons to go on. Constant doubt therein.
What if there is such a being to love mutually?
Why not carry on just to see the end of the story?
Why not borrow the strength offered to me?
Why not wait for fulfillment?
If patience keeps me, I will live to see the sunrise.
No doubt about that.
On the verge of something more,
We lost it faster than it had been gained.
Silently it choked the life out of us.
Silently it took all our strength.
We may have wanted to fight for it,
maybe we could've earned it back.
But things like this shouldn't cause such pain,
they shouldn't make us fight.
We'd exhaust ourselves in and out of anger,
and it might never have been worth it.
This weakened the both of us,
we're lucky we can see.
The place we made is caving in,
and some one needs to speak.
Both afraid and feeble hearted now
I'm the one who can just speak out.
I've never been good at letting things go,
but look what that's don
Yearning for something that I'll never have.
Who ever knew it could hurt me so bad?
It's true, though I know all along it's been this way.
Still, every time I see you I can feel my heart break.
My dreams lasted long but not long enough.
Just getting through the day can still be so rough.
I need something real to hold me for now,
But I just can't find it, I just wonder how.
How do I still mess it up everytime?
When I finally have it, it shouldn't be mine.
When I have these dreams I wish would come true,
They really could be, but what's missing is you.
I didn't expect your presence
and I carried on with my game.
Even though I kind of expected this,
it still cuts so deep when you make me aware
that you listen.
I convinced myself that it's not so bad,
but when it happens I feel so violated.
I don't want you near me,
and everything just burns.
It's 5 AM and I can't sleep. How convenient, I think and I roll out of my bunk. I quickly and quietly slip on a pair of gray skinnies and a Dead By Sunrise tee and head to the back of the bus where I left my shoes after the show last night. I pull on my black boots and head for the front of our bus. On my way out, I slip on my red hoodie. I step out into the streets of...whatever city we're in right now. Glasgow, was it? I think...
I find myself in front of a cafe that says that it's open. It's going to be a long day, I guess I'll get a coffee or something, I think to myself. I walk in and get my drink and sit in a stool at one of
Alone.
He was finally alone.
No one around him to hear or see his weakness.
He was completely isolated in his dark room, laying on his gray, cotton bedsheets.
He had held it in so long, bottled up his fear, and anger, and distress for so long.
He couldn't remember what it felt like to truly and honestly smile.
But that didn't matter now, because he was alone.
All he wanted to be most of the time.
Alone.
He didn't take a second of it for granted.
He wasted no time thinking about what he was doing.
His muscles tensed, he grasped the sheets beneath him tightly with tight fists.
His eyes closed tightly.
His back arched itself as he o
Drag me from my house,
drag me down my stairs.
Drag me through our town.
You think anyone cares?
I surely wouldn't,
if you even had the time
to bring me the tears that I long for
that makes me seem so out of line.
Bring upon us all the Apocalypse!
Let the world around us die,
crash and burn the ones we know,
and send the ashes to the sky.
Bring me my misery,
my suffering of choice.
I will owe you plenty
for hearing out this voice.
Don't ever let me smile,
'least not out of joy.
Let me wallow in my self-pity,
and be my Misery Boy.
Musician, a singer a rapper
Songwriter, composer,
plays piano, plays the guitar,
does charity work he even does art.
His bandmate's a director.
Yeah, theyre in a band.
Each of the six is such a wonderful man.
So crazily talented, so full of heart,
Full of life and love and they work so hard.
Bring people together, and make em all smile.
Understand their heartache, make them think for a while.
Share their strength with the ones they love,
the ones who love them and give thanks so much.
'Who are these beautiful people?',
you probably wanna know.
Theyre the guys of Linkin Park;
Mike, Chaz, Rob, Dave, Brad, and Joe.
If I were to die tomorrow, I would die loved.
No doubt about it.
Though if I were taken tomorrow, I would die unfulfilled.
Only hate in me. No doubt about that.
Destiny incomplete.
If life were to leave me now, what a waste it would be.
A waste of potential passion.
Though I often wish to end my story, I find obstacles in front.
Reasons to go on. Constant doubt therein.
What if there is such a being to love mutually?
Why not carry on just to see the end of the story?
Why not borrow the strength offered to me?
Why not wait for fulfillment?
If patience keeps me, I will live to see the sunrise.
No doubt about that.
On the verge of something more,
We lost it faster than it had been gained.
Silently it choked the life out of us.
Silently it took all our strength.
We may have wanted to fight for it,
maybe we could've earned it back.
But things like this shouldn't cause such pain,
they shouldn't make us fight.
We'd exhaust ourselves in and out of anger,
and it might never have been worth it.
This weakened the both of us,
we're lucky we can see.
The place we made is caving in,
and some one needs to speak.
Both afraid and feeble hearted now
I'm the one who can just speak out.
I've never been good at letting things go,
but look what that's don
Yearning for something that I'll never have.
Who ever knew it could hurt me so bad?
It's true, though I know all along it's been this way.
Still, every time I see you I can feel my heart break.
My dreams lasted long but not long enough.
Just getting through the day can still be so rough.
I need something real to hold me for now,
But I just can't find it, I just wonder how.
How do I still mess it up everytime?
When I finally have it, it shouldn't be mine.
When I have these dreams I wish would come true,
They really could be, but what's missing is you.
I didn't expect your presence
and I carried on with my game.
Even though I kind of expected this,
it still cuts so deep when you make me aware
that you listen.
I convinced myself that it's not so bad,
but when it happens I feel so violated.
I don't want you near me,
and everything just burns.
It's 5 AM and I can't sleep. How convenient, I think and I roll out of my bunk. I quickly and quietly slip on a pair of gray skinnies and a Dead By Sunrise tee and head to the back of the bus where I left my shoes after the show last night. I pull on my black boots and head for the front of our bus. On my way out, I slip on my red hoodie. I step out into the streets of...whatever city we're in right now. Glasgow, was it? I think...
I find myself in front of a cafe that says that it's open. It's going to be a long day, I guess I'll get a coffee or something, I think to myself. I walk in and get my drink and sit in a stool at one of
Alone.
He was finally alone.
No one around him to hear or see his weakness.
He was completely isolated in his dark room, laying on his gray, cotton bedsheets.
He had held it in so long, bottled up his fear, and anger, and distress for so long.
He couldn't remember what it felt like to truly and honestly smile.
But that didn't matter now, because he was alone.
All he wanted to be most of the time.
Alone.
He didn't take a second of it for granted.
He wasted no time thinking about what he was doing.
His muscles tensed, he grasped the sheets beneath him tightly with tight fists.
His eyes closed tightly.
His back arched itself as he o
Drag me from my house,
drag me down my stairs.
Drag me through our town.
You think anyone cares?
I surely wouldn't,
if you even had the time
to bring me the tears that I long for
that makes me seem so out of line.
Bring upon us all the Apocalypse!
Let the world around us die,
crash and burn the ones we know,
and send the ashes to the sky.
Bring me my misery,
my suffering of choice.
I will owe you plenty
for hearing out this voice.
Don't ever let me smile,
'least not out of joy.
Let me wallow in my self-pity,
and be my Misery Boy.
I am Echelon. I love music!!! I am a writer, an ELF, Kissme and a BESTFRIEND. I love concerts, hydrangea, Mike Shinoda, and all things bright and beautiful (as far as Owl City) I'm a pop-tart addict. I like indie fashion and music, but my style varies day to day. I'm not the best at drawing, but I enjoy it. I like to sing and I'm addicted to tumblr, twitter, and Deviantart! Tell me what you think of my gallery! Please and thank you!~Provehito in Altum
Current Residence: Mars Favourite genre of music: anything good :) Favourite style of art: writing, music, performance art MP3 player of choice: my phone (LG Chocolate Touch) Skin of choice: human... Favourite cartoon character: Scooby Doo Personal Quote: It's not a phase, it's a lifestyle.
Favourite Visual Artist
Owl City, Lady Gaga
Favourite Movies
Fight Club, Attack on the Pin-Up Boys, Inception
Favourite TV Shows
Big Bang Theory, CSI, NCIS
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
30 Seconds to Mars, Linkin Park, Super Junior, Boyfriend, Panic! at the Disco
Favourite Books
Speak, Crash Into Me, You, By the Time You Read This, I'll be Dead
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This is an AMAZING songfic by another deviant that I just had to share! It's called The Catalyst (after the song).
Linkin Park, themselves need to read this!!!
That is all,
FlyPik
P.S. READ IT!!!
I know I very rarely update, and I can't help it! But i'm just gonna tell you what's new. Okay, I went to an Owl City concert on 6/18/11 and it was AMAZZZINGGG!!!! I didn't take many pics, tho :( Sorry. I have added 4 new drawings and would appreciate some feedback. So yeah...not much is up.
provehito in altum,
FlyPik
I have added a few new pictures and will be adding more. I will add more poetry as well. Please tell me what you think of my ameteur-ish photography [and poetry]. Thank you all for faving my work and I will have more out before you know it. I am open to ideas! =D
Yours in eternity,
Grace