Staggering steps, swaying
Liquid rolls inside a corked bottle
With his effects set in place
swaggering movements jingle beads
Woven in long dreaded locks
Adjusting the three-tipped leather hat
Slurring commands to the motley crew
Stumbling to the Captain's quarters
The rum disappears
Forever gone because it is always gone
Shrewd plans form of impossible feats
Backing the infamous legends
Whether they be true or false
Every good plan must include:
Rum and the drinking of it
A borrowing of something without asking
Commandeering articles of booty
Mad as a loon, his plan unfold
A good man, though he be a pirate
And his is one o
With broom in hand, we stroll the hallways
Working behind the curtain
The faceless beings, like phantoms
Cleaning endless theaters
The smell of buttered popcorn forever captured
Within maroon polos and bleach ridden
Black pants that mark us
As targets for upset customers
Stair after stair we climb to the top
Dreading the row of unfathomable doom
The one that every usher dreads
The tornado of destruction from concession snacks
Hourly visits we make to the bathrooms
Roll after roll of toilet paper is replaced
Never ending water, drips from the counter
We clean and clean only for it to creep back once we leave
A signal from a gr
The Stairway To Heaven, in the Heat Of The Moment as The Wheel In The Sky keeps on turning, leads away from the Highway To Hell for those who strive for Changes. They say Don't Fear The Reaper, but in Bad Company they see a Bad Moon Rising. Hopelessness is Cold As Ice, it Rocks You Like A Hurricane, and smothers any who look in the Eye Of The Tiger. Back In Black a lone hero rises, a Renegade, he fights Hysteria to return the Rock Of Ages to society. Spectators utter hope as he passes, "Carry On Wayward Son."
Una Poem de Dean Winchester by darthcloudycoo, literature
Literature
Una Poem de Dean Winchester
Dean Winchester
Dean mi amor, mi ángel, mi protector
Guárdeme de daño, guárdame de las cosas malas
No jamás permítame llorar
En regreso yo curaré tus heridas
Su alma rota, su corazón dolido
Confias en mi, en mi amor
Conduzcáme en su 1967 Impala de Chevey
Juntos podemos parar las cosas malas
Ellos no tienen ninguna oportunidad
Salga de su dolor
Salga de su destino
Sammy puede venir también por supuesto
Juntos podemos savarlo
La familia es importante a tí
Yo quiero estar en su familia
Yo quiero estar en su vida
No me importa las dificultades
No me importa sobre el dolor
Staggering steps, swaying
Liquid rolls inside a corked bottle
With his effects set in place
swaggering movements jingle beads
Woven in long dreaded locks
Adjusting the three-tipped leather hat
Slurring commands to the motley crew
Stumbling to the Captain's quarters
The rum disappears
Forever gone because it is always gone
Shrewd plans form of impossible feats
Backing the infamous legends
Whether they be true or false
Every good plan must include:
Rum and the drinking of it
A borrowing of something without asking
Commandeering articles of booty
Mad as a loon, his plan unfold
A good man, though he be a pirate
And his is one o
With broom in hand, we stroll the hallways
Working behind the curtain
The faceless beings, like phantoms
Cleaning endless theaters
The smell of buttered popcorn forever captured
Within maroon polos and bleach ridden
Black pants that mark us
As targets for upset customers
Stair after stair we climb to the top
Dreading the row of unfathomable doom
The one that every usher dreads
The tornado of destruction from concession snacks
Hourly visits we make to the bathrooms
Roll after roll of toilet paper is replaced
Never ending water, drips from the counter
We clean and clean only for it to creep back once we leave
A signal from a gr
The Stairway To Heaven, in the Heat Of The Moment as The Wheel In The Sky keeps on turning, leads away from the Highway To Hell for those who strive for Changes. They say Don't Fear The Reaper, but in Bad Company they see a Bad Moon Rising. Hopelessness is Cold As Ice, it Rocks You Like A Hurricane, and smothers any who look in the Eye Of The Tiger. Back In Black a lone hero rises, a Renegade, he fights Hysteria to return the Rock Of Ages to society. Spectators utter hope as he passes, "Carry On Wayward Son."
Current Residence: in the arms of Dean Favourite genre of music: my own personel theme song a mix of one winged-angel and the imperial march MP3 player of choice: iPod Favourite cartoon character: Spider-Man Personal Quote: "If you find yourself alone and lonely talk to that invisible friend no can see, but you"
Favourite Movies
Return of the King
Favourite TV Shows
Supernatural, Chuck
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
My Chemical Romance
Favourite Writers
jk rowling/rob thurman
Favourite Games
God of War
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS3
Tools of the Trade
the paper, pencil, and sharpie
Other Interests
wuv reading, playing video games, and Jensen Ackles
Just realized my last journal was from nearly a year ago, so I thought I would pop in and say hello! We finally got a new printer/scanner thing and hopefully once school is out I will put some new art up. Like my Voldemort ink drawing (which kicks ass) and what I have of a few portraits that are in progress, which have been in progress for a while...
Anyways, I hope all of you are having wonderful evenings and or dreams being it is like midnight and I should be heading to bed myself.
Goodnight Ya'll
Gabe
P.S. Did anyone watch the series finale of Smallville?! It was amazing.
So I've been dead to the internet world for like the past month. I know. Life is good, but I have been working my butt off for the past couple of weeks. I found this new book series that is just amazing. Hot guys. Guns. Monsters. Half-human main characters. Tons of Action. Check out "Nightlife" by Rom Thurman. It rocks! I'm on book 5, but I am kind scared about finishing it. Way too many things are going on and then there's the fact that I have to wait about nine months for the next book. I can barely remember my life before my love for the Leandros brothers. I love them nearly as much as my Winchester boys, and that is saying something.
Lov
So it's been a while since I last posted anything on here. I still don't have a scanner. I've been looking at my art that is on here, and I have to say I don't like most of it. I guess my Portrait Drawing class was a success after all.
I have several pieces I need to get up on here, plus a few new projects I'm starting. I am going to draw Jared Padalecki as Sammy Winchester. After the Season Finale of Season 5. He totally deserves it. So a collage of Sammy. Hope your lives are going well.
With Love,
Gabe "Mrs. Winchester" Sanchez
And dude my art has had over 5000 page views!