lost ideals

this is the calm before the storm,
the cold before the warm,
 this is the beginning for all of us.
the start of the red dust

I see the trees start to disappear.
The blue sky becomes unclear.
this is the first sight of the enemy,
the first thing we can see.

I chose my weapon, chose my tool,
never stop to think I might be the fool,
we hit the ground and start to move.
don’t even have a second to lose.

we scar the ground to give us hope,
burn the land to help us cope.

poetdreamer:

lonelyinsomniac:

Dang, this is gorgeous!!

I wish I could take a picture like that… I only need a plane rental and a better camera right? oh yeah, the right weather and the skill….

(Source: happyharry101)

wasbella102:

Arthur’s Steps in Edinburgh, Scotland

(via evilblackbloodyangel)

Work sucks, what else is new,
I guess its the same for me as it is to you.
I try to find, any reason to make it through the day.
Just a single reason, to make pretend its ok

Its not that life is bad, its just gotten so gray.
My life is set on repet, its a soap opera play.

(Source: my-own-prison666, via damagedbyyourbetrayal)

(via damagedbyyourbetrayal)

(Source: fucklikeagod, via r3d1cul0us)

quienesesachica:

razorshapes:

Luca Pierro - Hands (2012)

Fierce hands for G (=

(via ontheedgeofthought)