My name Is Mike
I play piano.I am a Nerd.
I LOVE to rave.
I LOVE My Girlfiend.
I write when I'm depressed.
I have too much freetime
I do photography.
I myself don't photograph well
I am very cuddely
I LOVE music
I Listen to all music genres
I am addicted to Caffine
I am addicted to Sugar.
I am addicted to Bass.
I have an addictive personality
I am very affectionate
I am very bouncy.
I can be very emotional.
I am quite the flirt.
I am not attractive in my own opinion.
I am bored of updating my nex.

RAVES:
Electronic Garden
BASSIX
Forever and On
November Rain 2006
Twisted Minds
Sweet Bliss
Cedars Birthday
ISBOW 3rd ANN
Haunted
X marks the spot
Speakers in the Woods
Dark Abyss
Shadowlands
November Rain 2007
Forward Friday

Poems Written by Me:
Say they're stolen or steal them and claimb them as your own and you better have damn good life insurance.



Bad Decisions

I sit in my shaded corner,
and shout out at the world,
I sit there wondering,
If what I did was right.
I sit there wondering,
If I'll kill myself tonight.
I'm in my shaded corner,
Because of what I did to you,
I loved you and I left you,
For somone I barley knew,
And now That she has turned away,
and I cannot crawl to you,
I'm alone now in my corner,
Hating life away from you.


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Judge not lest ye be judged
It is not death I fear,
But something far worse.
I fear "Life"...
Life in a world where people are judged.
Judged for what they own.
Judged for what they wear.
Judged for what they believe.
And not for who they are.
And for those poor souls,
Who have been Judged and deemed unworthy,
Death becomes the release.
A realease from the torment,
From the words,
From the lies,
The rumors,
And the fists.
For those who have been deemed as outcasts,
This is all they will know.
Be they gothic.
Be they pagan.
Be they smart.
Or be they dumb.
Now you see why I don't fear Death,
I am one of these outcasts,
And this is my world.
"Judge not lest ye be judged"


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Fear not
Fear not the dream;
but fear the awakening.
Fear not the relationship;
but the inevitable ending.
Fear not the tears in my eyes;
but the events soon to follow.
Fear not the end;
but the chance there’s no new beginning.

Fear not life...
nor kindness...
nor beauty...
nor trust...

but the simple fact that they end.

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Life
I look into her eyes,
And I see them stareing back,
Not in love,
or admiration,
or fear,
I see them staring back,
In a silent pity.

The one soul I love,
Fears the pain I'll face,
When eventualy this gaze ends,
And those eyes I never see again.

So I stare into these silent eyes,
And memorize that what I see
Not shape,
or Colour,
or beuty,
I memorize the pain.
For one day I will look back at this,
And wonder what could have been.



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PANIC

The Burst of Fear,
The Shock
The Anxiety
And Panic.
All Meaningless
And Without Cause
Now Leads Me To Despair,

Few Short Words,
One Quick Question,
Is Now Bringing Back That Fear
Have I F***ed Ep?
Have I Made My Last Mistake?
Have I Ruined My Final Joy?
Have I Sent Away Love?

Probably Not,
But What If?
What If?
What If I Am Right?
What If I Am Wrong?
What If I Cause This?
What If I F***ed Up?
That One Question,
May Spell Fatality.



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Why

I feel as if i may be insane,
As I inject my death with the absense of pain,
Rainbows and butterflies, snow covered hills,
Colours that flutter and landslides that kill,

Faster and faster and faster still,
Death, Satans slave to do as she wills,
As the demon asends from the depths of hell,
I try and withdrawl inside of my shell,

In the form of an angel the demon draws near,
And with her presense I loose all my fear,
This was the day satan arose from her hole,
And with a kiss she stole my soul,

My life flashed before me with all of its hate,
I saw the world spinning I saw the worlds fate,
Death, fighting and wars brought about to bring peace,
And though we realize the pain the pain will never cease,

Hatred to violence, violence to destruction,
None of this would happen if we followed gods instruction,
But why put faith in a force you cannot see,
Something so empty, so empty like me.


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A Wasted Lie

In a sea of faces,
So like a swarm of flies,
There are no individuals,
Only the flood of lies,

We are only images,
Shapes devoid of life,
Nothing in this world is real,
Nothing but this knife,

There is nothing left for me,
And still I do not cry,
I now know the solution,
And the tears stream from my eye,

I take the blade up in my hand,
And raise it to my wrist,
As I say goodbye,
To the world I'll never miss,

In that sea of faces,
So Like a swarm of flies,
The Lies have stopped there coming
As Innocence slowly dies,

I was just an image,
A shape devoid of life,
Nothing in that world was real,
Nothing but my strife,

There was nothing left for me,
And still I did not cry,
But as I found my end resort,
The tears came from my eye,

I should have left the knife,
Not the girl I could have kissed,
Behind me in that vile lie,
That world that clenched my fist,

I should have done a lot of things,
But now there is no time,
I see all that I've wasted,
As the Reaper takes my dime.

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Write me a Poem

Write me a poem you ask,
few short words,
so innocent in nature.
What you don't grasp,
is the seriousness of the matter.

Write me a poem you ask,
But you don't specify the content.
Shall I write about
how my life crumbles like sandstone
with the slightest amount of pressure?
or how every moment I spend with you
is a moment I spend away from fear.

Write me a poem you ask,
I have chosen my topic at long last.
I will write you a poem about love.
About deception
About lies
The inevitable ending.

Write me a poem you ask.
And here I am now,
Fulfilling this simple task.
Your poem my dear
you've already memorized.
Its inside your mind
clawing at the back of your eyes
Softly killing you.

Write me a poem you ask.
And all I can say is this.

"The worst that can happen,
is that things work out"

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The End


I didn't mean to...

Don't bother with your excuses,
I know you see my uses...

No...

I can see how you act around him,
When you're gone my life seems dim,

Please...

I know what I have to do,
And its all because of you...

Don't...

Smiling as I say my last goodbyes,
Smiling as I hear your lies.

Playing With Fire
Playing With Knives
And
Playing Piano

What goes on in your head when you look at him
Individualists that arn't afraid to step out of the box and into the perverbial frying pan
And
Fishnets

Black lights
Strobe Lights
And
Lights in general
(so long as they are interestingly colored, shaped or toned)

Nice People
Crazy People
Tall People
All People

Seeing his friends
Writing poems
Helping those that cannot help themselves
And
The Following Bands:

Acid Bath
Aphix Twin
Atreyu
Blind Guardian
Blutengel
Calla
Crystal Method
Death Above Description
Delerium
Dogs on Acid
Dope
DJs: Venom, Tiesto, ariz0na, Paul van dyke, Mystic
DJ Aliigator Project
Drowning Pool
Edges of Seven
Epica
Evanescence
Exodus
Fear Factory
Godsmack
His Infernal Majesty ( AKA H.I.M )
Infected Mushroom
Kamelot
Lacuna Coil
Lacrimosa
Marilyn Manson
Mindless Self Indulgence
Mushroomhead
Nemesea
Nightwish
Octavia
Paranormal Attack
Pendulum
Porno for Pyros
Rob Zombie
Scooter
Sevendust
Silverchair
Silverstein
Spirit Caravan
Sonata Artica
Switchblade Symphony
Voltaire
Within Temptation

Stealing Pay phones.. DAMN RIGHT! (props to you guys for still having that payphone in your shed)

I dislike people who judge others on what they wear, what they listen to, and who they hang around, instead of on thier personality.

Smoking and the fact I used to do it.

The fact I used drugs (However rare the occasion it was)

I dislike those who pass judgement on ideas/topics they don't understand.

I dislike those who critique others for thier own amusement.

And I dislike SPINICH!

Preppy girls who comment on somones page that has no interest in talking to them for the sole reason that they'll click on the link to see who it is to raise post count. You people need to get a life.

PEOPLE WHO HIT GIRLS (Twists baseball bat in hands)

PEOPLE WHO SEND FORWARDS! (also people who deserve the baseball bat treatment)

In the immortal words on Mindless Self Indulgence,
"Boo fuckin hoo you're not the only one whose live's a piece of shit
And yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it
Did anybody think that you would really seriously slit your wrists
In fact I think that everybody thinks you're seriously full of shit"