Vans Warped Tour '09

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A Day to Remember
Attack Attack
Breathe Carolina
Chiodos
Flogging Molly
The Devil Wears Prada
Thrice
Underoath


I will see these bands, and it will be amazing. Then I'll write a poem about it. Viola!

Telling Secrets - otherwise titled, This Isn't About Who You'd Think

I’m keeping this secret
Even from you
If I tell then it becomes real
Stop reading


I’d like to cry
But you’re lucky
Someone already broke that
Invisible tear ducts

My eyes are dry
But heart wet
Blood tears hidden from everyone
Except me

I’m screaming in pain
Silent frozen pain
I told you I was tough
You think I’m fine

I don’t tell people
How much it hurts
There’s a broken piece inside
It’s catching the blood

I have a smile
Brittle and cheerful
Don’t tear off that smile
Or the scream escapes

It’s not your fault
It’s mine
I’ll take the blame until I break
I like you happy

Playing in the Rain

Sunny splatter silly spots
Cloudy candy bubble drops
Muddy shoes and wrinkled toes
Plastered hair and dripping nose
Tickly grass and shivery skin
Playful river and reflected twin
Charcoal eyes and foggy cheeks
Umbrella waltz and slippery streets
Dance twirl spin splash
Skip trip fall laugh
Peeking sun and trickly stream
Soaked carpet and shower steam

The Tartan Ban

High grassy hills bereaved of color
Men and boys plain and dull
Lores and tradition banned
Closed away in chests
Colored squares in crested boxes
Once emblems of freedom
Now locked in hiding
A crushed and wrinkled spirit
Stained red with the blood of warriors
Dyed with the ink of independence

Open the box
Remove the plaid of bravery
A forgotten moment released
Revealed to unborn patriots
Woven stronger than kings
Legend and romance renewed
A clan to each color
A history to a fallen people
Once again the symbol of freedom
Reborn in changed lands

Bitter Reflections

Did you know your lips would hurt me
Did you realize I don’t want to be used
Are you so self-absorbed that you don’t care
I made mistakes and you made some too
At least my mistakes were honest
I know they’re mistakes now

Don’t paint it pretty and tear it down
Don’t tell me a lie and say it’s true
Stop trying to make me feel better
I just want to be so over you

You think it’s a punctuation point
I think it’s a whole sentence
In a paragraph of my life
Was it just a big joke to you
Sometimes I want to hate you
But the hate won’t come
Why is a friendship so breakable
Why do you think it’ll be fixed
I like it broken

Don’t paint it pretty and tear it down
Don’t tell me a lie and say it’s true
Stop trying to make me feel better
I just want to be so over you

I hope she kisses you with lips so pretty
Razor sharp teeth
There’ll be holes in your heart
And I’ll take back the piece of mine
It looks like innocence

Cowboy Boots

Cracked and blistered, beaten boots. Worn from years of desert dust and trail bramble. Old as the hills, old as the saddle on the rustler's broken-down horse. Nicks and scratches mark countless campfire stories. The shoes of a thousand men, kicking back in a rocker on a weathered porch.

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Shadow Stealer

Today I was walking behind a girl and for some reason I couldn't shake the feeling that if I stepped on her shadow it would break off. So I walked behind her for a block, side-stepping. Right before she turned a corner I stepped on it, and watched her walk away while her shadow stayed. I now feel like a thief.