JOHN, THE SLEEPWALKER

 

Age:  20

Location:  northeast, texas

Joined On:  Nov 01, 2007

Occupation:  myspace.com/wergodzillamusic

Website:  www.myspace.com/john_samoanjoe

 
 
 
 
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July 15

"my stomach is overflowing with words i've eaten"

Just another day , books filled with the broken paths of kings
When suddenly, the earth did shake and swept us off our feet
We stormed the the doors, looking for answers when in disbelief
Our eyes our hearts, ceased as fire fell and chaos was the scene

Oh my god. oh my god. This is it.
But it cant be. I have so much left to do.
I never knew it would come so soon.
Tell me tell me why am I so scared?

The hourglass is running on empty
Im so speechless, and to think I doubted.
Now right before my eyes
Your very words, they came to life.

What will they say when such a critic,
Such a cold-hearted whore of the world,
Dare enter the gates of saving grace?
Im undeserving and nothing more.

This is it. Don’t be scared.
There is hope for you on the otherside.
Letting go is never easy,
But then again what is?

All things great are oh so intimidating,
So step up step up! Before its all too late

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April 30

"the marks on my wrist"

scanning the horizon for something,
anything breathing and free of this dead.
this cold breeze and silence mesh well,
this soil dead and useless.

i began walking...what else is there,
but to just press on and hope for more.
i beg for a change of scenery,
this setting so grey and lifeless.

suddenly a shape in the distance,
i race forward dripping with anticipation.
as i reach the figure...its a girl,
on her knees torn and scarred.

"hello?" i muttered unsure what response to expect,
my voice broke silence like hammers on glass.
she didnt say a word but only stared at the scar,
the scar on my chest where a heart should lie.

i backed away and covered it unsuredly,
she then smiled and pointed to her chest.
the same scar lie covering the same spot,
the spot where a heart is supposed to be.

i shyly took her hand and we smiled,
suddenly the sun peeked over the horizon.
just enough to give hope for brighter things ahead,
because of the marks on my wrist, a tomorrow is born.

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April 28

"i've set my sights west"

you cant hold me like this,
i wont allow it any longer.
if you want me come get me,
but first leave everything.

all you know and feels at home,
and everything that tastes of safety.
leave it behind and expose,
your chest so soft and flawless.

expose it to the blade of failure,
staring into the eyes of risk.
walk blindly into crossfire,
holding your eyes strong and still.
carry with you nothing but a note,
a slip of paper with my name on it.
when you feel week and scared look to it,
know what is ahead for you.

these are my stipulations,
my my only requests for you.
show me...prove....haha...what am i saying?
you'll never make it...

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April 17

"why does alone feel so at home?"

ive been wash out, run dry
dried up and passed by.
this road keeps running from me,
it seems the end never gets closer.

lets just walk this one out dear,
hold my hand and ill hold yours.
"how long?" you ask "until he says stop",
i know its hard thats why its called love.

my face is blistered from the wind,
lips cracked and bled to a wither.
my feet tough and oh so tired,
but still my hand so steadfast.

turning my head to my left,
i watched the road get a little bit longer.
i was speaking to the wind and a hole in my chest,
the earth was silent and i died inside.

i lift my chin to face the horizon,
tears lining the dust on my face.
being strong my burden to bear,
when alone is home you always feel outta place.

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April 8

"jealous of the tin man"

every beat is nothing less than your name whispered in my ear
every second it lives, it screams out for you
i tell it to stop....it wont listen
it cant comprehend, cant grasp, that you are gone

cut me open, quick..i cant take much more of this
i dont care if you break the ribs, just get it out!hurry!
its comsumed by the sweetest of kisses from a killer so silent
it cant stay here

quick grab it and pull it out!
i dont care how much it bleeds just cut the strings
get it out of me
i cant catch my breathe

throw it...its my curse
finally with a gaping hole in my chest....a sigh
as i watched it sink and disapper in the waves i close my eyes
i lean my head back and fall to my knees...

without it i cant live
but its so much more peacefull watching the sand stain
and just wash away with each out reach of the tide...
its dark..its cold...and im alone..

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Eric-da-DestroyA

hello?

Eric-da-DestroyA

do you ever get those moments where you look at your
body and i mean REALLY look and stare and relize you
've been in a dream like your soul woke up and then for
just a brief second the reality sets in that this is
actually happining and your in shell and all this is
for real there is a GOD!! there has to be

Eric-da-DestroyA

do you get what i mean though .. there is just so much
out there so much potential .... there is a bigger
picture and plan than just what our finite minds can
for the next day, or weekend ... there is possibility
all things al possible in Christ i have this need to
just LIVE and make the most out of all opportunities ya
kno what sayin?

Eric-da-DestroyA

thats awesome he is just so good dude i mean you should
hear some of the most amazing people i talk to on the
phone everday... i almost cant believe some of them are
real people i think they are just angels from God
giving me motivation and encouragement to do something
amazing with my life , to leave a mark , to step out of
my comfort zone and do something that would cause our
culture to difuse all the masks and self rightous
justifactions and doubt and just believe and connect
with the living God who created us all.

Eric-da-DestroyA

Are ya busy ? because work is slow for me right now?
whats been up with you like how is ashley and stuff?

Eric-da-DestroyA

well they are awesome you need to put them to music
they give me warm and fuzzys in secret places:)

Eric-da-DestroyA

dude did you write all these things above the comments
.... cause they are the most amazing and poetic thing
ive heard in a long long time .....

Eric-da-DestroyA

tep so what did you think of i am terrified?

 
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