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My name is Patrick McGinniss, my favorite writer is the bassist for my favorite band called Protest the Hero named Arif Mirabdolbaghi. The lyrics for their song Turn Soonest to the Sea is as follows: Do you remember how it was when you bled?
When you loved and burned in those flames that you've kept
Because Vesta's long been sleeping
Now you've come to accept
that anatomy defines more than a few,

Of the gaping holes in our social fabric
And it defines more than a few one night stands,
And I mention more than a few prison bars melted into (melted into)
Melted in, melted in, melted into wedding bands

We've made you all the peasants and we've made ourselves the kings
Our queens are still subordinate as an angel {without wings}
But we make it easy to belong which means it's easy to be wrong
"Put some plastic in your tits, you'd look better as a blonde"

I remember when you were hopeful
never thought your life would be lived inside a coffin
With a moral sacrifice and a million social obligations,
labels and expectations
When you were young and a modern seventeen
in vogue (and vague) pursuit (of a) cosmopolitan dream

So when you bled on the bed as you fed those expectations
as a whore and not a human
You embraced with hesitation the very parameters of all you can be
Not a mother, not an aunt, not a sister that's not subdued
Because dignity is not physical and your flesh means more than you

Your flesh means more than you
Your flesh means more than you
Your flesh means more than...

and I know....

Know we'll all wake up one day with a gun to the back of our brains
You'll be asking for your rib, and I'll smile and I'll call you brave
Maybe someday when, when this bloody skull has dried
{I'll} know our city is in ruins when our greatest source of pride
{is} a monument of dicks and ribs and the gender crown we wore
Where underneath, a plaque will read, a plaque will read,
"No woman. No woman. No woman. No woman. (is a whore!)"

Maybe someday when, when this bloody skull has dried
{I'll} know our city is in ruins when our greatest source of pride
{is} a monument of dicks and ribs and the gender crown we wore
Where underneath, a plaque will read, a plaque will read
[x4]

"Ready, Aim"
My influences as a writer (mainly I'm a lyricsts) are the bands Alesana and Protest the Hero. I'm 17 and my two passions are writing and music ( music more than writing). Im a singer as well as a little bit of a self taught (meaning crappy) keyboardist. My two favorite bands are Alesana and Protest the Hero.

Other Bands I like,
A Skylit Drive
We Came as Romans
Motionless in White
In Fear and Faith
Bless the Fall
The Word Alive
Senses Fail
Darkest Hour
(What Demons Do to Saints era) Beneath the Sky
many many others

my email is alesanapth@hotmail.com
my myspace is http://www.myspace.com/herheartblack

  • Last seen 5 hours ago. Member since May 23, 2008.
  • I'm a carnelian hope poet for 91 comments.
  • My mood is , and quote is "'As the barter there boulders and martyr there boulders, teach a man to tear her fucking head from her goddamn shoulders.' - Protest the Hero".
  • I am a 17 year old guy from California (United States)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm listening to music, or making it :).
  • Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/herheartblack
  • I am in the groups I am in need of a trace from your ink
  • I have 91 comments, 83 poems

My Poetry

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  • Verse1: Its a harrowing prediciment left cascading to the core. Wet blood serrates the cheek and the skin is sore. Veins are indefinitely showing and I dont believe its alive, but it stands as if on porccelain bearings. It tr
    1 lines, 1 comment, November 12
  • Mass ceremonial suicide.
    DId you come here to kill or did you come here to die did you really think that spaceships would descend from the sky.
    6 lines, 1 comment, November 12
  • Verse1: Cut with precision darling Im not living. With an accent of filth, decay, and guilt it beats within the cage, built within its own dismay. It is the whore of adams core. The relapse of an eternity spent wasting, wasti
    11 lines, 1 comment, November 11
  • Verse1: Theres no salvation for the damned. Demons broadcast over radio. This time there's no escape. Modern day slavery manifests within t
    1 lines, 1 comment, November 11

Guest Book

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  • PoetryDove on June 9
    Hey, I remember I use to comment on your stuff all the time. But, I'm finally back from life, so hopefully I'll be around more to do that. Message me sometime, or add me on my new myspace (you can find the link on my page)
    Hope all is well.
    Later,
    Sarah
  • thanks for commenting. i loved your comment! i read it like 12 times before i understood it, but it was nice! thanks!
  • Engaged on December 25, 2008
    hey alesana, i havent seen you in a while! how have you been??? i have been good so far but my life is getting harder! lol well tell Dane i said hi and to msg me sometime!!!
  • Flowergirl on December 10, 2008
    hay love the page it is very cool looking you should change the color scheme though kinda hard to read.

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