Corey
Parrish
( aka Mansion ) guitarist - drummer - composer our loving son and brother GUESTBOOK BIO MUSIC MEMORIAL VIDEO OTHER VIDEOS |
Thursday,
April 12, 2007 poem poem to repeat the past is to cease to grow constantly surpass the limitations of the pessimistic expectations surprise the wicked faces of the grumpy twits that hold you to the ground frowning in their pride they're drowning as you relish the piercing sound the trait to you it seems so queer the noises so very few can hear ----- Tuesday, April
03, 2007 poem poem poem i am your curiosity and once obtained flowing through your veins i will flourish expanding your wildest dreams we're so alike you and i grounded yet reaching for the sky there a likeness in everything we hide painfully obvious when eye to eye ----- Tuesday,
January 09, 2007 tears poem but i never cry i never make a sound the tears just fall out its gone so fast i miss it all i was so small iv grown so tall where i am going will it be as blissful as my birth i did not know there was no burden I’m sorry everybody i could have done so much iv been so capable just make it through the day ignore regrets fears these tears give me some courage to borrow ill save my sorrow for tomorrow -----
bearded lady
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Tuesday,
January 02, 2007 poem 6 ----- Tuesday,
January 02, 2007 poem 5 ----- Tuesday,
January 02, 2007 poem 4 -----
Monday,
December 25, 2006 poem3 the tears you hide you seem just fine we must confine mutual love is the commitment forever its easier to want it when you don’t have it its just a pleasant figment of never and appetizer will suffice you take the main coarse this isn’t advice a sign of remorse no magical cloud to take away the pain to vanquish the sane and allow you to wonder without predisposition imagine with honest belief in possibility this secular cage its contributes the rage we all want to fly and we all wonder why -----
Monday,
December 25, 2006 poem2 get ready for the finale its thick and red its over now route through your regrets relish the finest moments in the twilight of your newfound wisdom the knowledge you did not attain you never thought you'd die so melancholy please let me show them I know you can let me the chance to be proud utilize awareness repressed for normality -----
Monday,
December 25, 2006 poem 1 the effervescence of a feeling the facts are fading the world changing and I’m not so sure anymore once brave with destination now lost with an idea plagued with the repercussions of a moment the constant pain i play its game it knows my name is my blood too sweet my tears too sour i dread the hour lonely coward
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