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ive been super busy with writting and graphics. im gonna post a whole shit load of them right now, feel free to comment if you like or dislike them.
my newest graphic below its called "smoking pumpkin makes flights much easyer".
this is a cover for a ballad vinyl/cd herlove is putting out.
the intro page for the herlove site.
the layout for our cd we put out a few months ago (buy it).
the backround for the new website.
the cover for a band i was in called 'for the love of misery'.
a book cover i made my own.
a picture i was supossed to sell but the kid told me i sucked and blocked me.
a flyer i made for triune cause theres was looking lame.
wallpaper 1
wallpaper 2
thats all i got for now, but i seem to be doing alot latley so ill keep up with the updates.
here are some things i have written in the past few months.
a song called 'LoveVSMe'
For my heart, for my destiny and everything that has torn me apart. For my heart, for my body, for
the lonely backstabber who has a place in us all. This isn’t a message for the normal teenager who lies through
there teeth. It’s for that one kid who always keeps their fingers crossed even with a car heading straight their way.
Keep on smiling, as beautiful as you are you shall lie. with violent pain struck flat across your face. Even though were not welded together, our limbs might move in a similar fashion. Were all puppets in this game. String by string, forced movement for another.
At this time, take me, take me far from here. I’m just a sucker for those who will bring me down.
Bleed it, scream it.
Holding me further from your arms, acting like years and months don’t matter. I’m sick and tired of everyone telling me what to do. So here is my answer. A quick cut to the heal. a kiss gone to the neck gone bad, breaking your clavicle into pieces.
a song called 'Never thought her pigtails would act as a noose'
Crushing several years of fiction with one step over your spleen, spilling guts that paint a picture of murder. A perfect murder through fingerprints on the wall. That you never thought was possible. How can love be considered genuine when it’s so common that heartbreak takes its toll over all of us? But it’s something so simple like the smell of your hair or the taste of your skin. These are the things that make me believe that there is someone for me dying in my arms. But I say fuck it, lets buy our loved ones heart shaped chocolate boxes and send them with all our love. Every bite will be laced with poison, every piece traced around your lies. Choking from the inside and your mind is set that there was a taste of revenge. Tears wont save you from the truth, as you will die. As your hair hangs over your face parted and braided into two. I never thought your pigtails would act as a noose. Might as well take me with you if you’re going to fall. One twist around the neck, kick the chair and my throbbing heart is turns purple and bare.
We all have our breaking point or something that will just set us off. With a simple smirk from your face, ill fall into pieces.
the next two are just things i found in an old folder on my computer.
Must my eyes speak the words for me or can you tell that I really don’t enjoy the way you trample over my feelings. You think this is all about you and the gallons of gasoline settling down in your stomach just waiting for its fun. Watching eyes get wider, as a spark to this match brings about such presence and passion that you gratefully open your mouth with acceptance. This will be the last dance under the moonlight with you burning from those supple letters that crawled out over your lips. Only will I sleep this night alone and die happy by knowing that you have felt the same torture as me. These tarnished nails, slowly pushing there way into your forehead each digging deeper than the last. Tears wont mend this situation, eyelids stuck by a needle and a thread. Could I go on any further, formally standing still with your heart in my hands?
Taken within all the mistakes I’ve made I suffer permanent distress from the black, red and beaten stories that have been handed down through the years. As I pull this warm blanket over my head, I can still see the lights clear from my eyes. The night ponders what things could have been and what will not be, this is just another picture for a ghost. Burning the paper that you have written upon brings the greatest smile as the ink burrows deep, within this blood. Within the square drawn flat face across your forehead lie the millions of tales that make excuses for what I have had to hear. - (not finished)
this is a song called 'dying in a bed of a thousand rose pedals'
Around the darkest of corners, you will find the brightest of all people. A person you would never realize had a lover’s heart. But you always thought she would be the one to take my hand and turn me around. Outside on the dirt streets, ill give you one kiss in the rain. But don’t forget the taste of my lips, for it should always paint a picture in your mind. Wither it be black and white or just a sketch, never forget the feeling never being alone. The roads you travel are steep in both directions and your broken limbs wont help. It takes a lot to keep running, but I never said this trip would be easy. Just stop for a moment and realize that when my arms wrap around you, this will all be over. End the nightmares, end the pain, it’s just the two of us caught up over life.
Dying in a bed of a thousand rose pedals, concerned that the stars will stop breathing and the light they shine over us will disappear. The feelings and emotions I feel are being placed on a silver platter and shoved down my throat. I keep reaching, I keep reaching for you but I am only so tall and you seem so far away. It stops as if the only thing that matters is the time I stare into your eyes. Here is one last kiss on your cheek as the true meaning of love runs within my celebrated violence.
This is just another look into how much I miss your affection, what has been is real and your heart really attaches me to you. An angel extends its wings lining the tar-covered sky. Within sight, some people say she has fallen but ill bet you she hasn’t even started to realize what she has done wrong. Looking through the window watching the rain pound down onto the glass, I fear this will be our last chance. This isn’t a storybook answer with my hair hanging in my eyes; it’s just a way to realize my nightmares aren’t far from reality and with a scream I fear for you. I fear that you just might need to spend the restless night lying in my arms.
this is a song called 'one rope, one girl, one chandelier'
People think time heals wounds but the truth is time tears them apart. As the stitches fall so do you. Two weeks go by hoping your fake smile is actually genuine. Connect every face with its opposite, destroy every smile with a frown. You have been staring in the same mirror for hours with a hope that it might once just lie to you. With the blood pouring out of your wrists and down the sink there is only one thought on your mind, forgiveness. This time it was for a chance at a new beginning where things would be different. But it’s just another mark on your body, just like the track marks only show experience in a world that’s destroying itself. You have dug too deep as you hit rock bottom and the only friends you ever had fill the hole from above with smiles on their faces. sound of laughter as you die, your last lie. Eyes half closed with your arms tied to the stretcher. The only light you see is over your arms. Stitch by stitch your cuts are mended back together. As I lose control, ill rip them all apart. So genuine that their only daughter is hanging by her neck from the chandelier above them. Their hearts drop and so does she, breaking her body into pieces. Some people could never take the time to understand why loneliness kills all of us. Even the word love won’t save us from our own tragedy. Mirrors don’t lie, intentions are the same, soon as you turn your back deeper cuts are made. Perhaps this time it wasn’t for attention or to watch yourself bleed.
this is a few songs off of a ballad well just call 'gaze'
Pointing their fingers towards my face till my face turns red in embarrassment. They say I’m a prisoner of there time. I say that I am captive until the hooks break loose and I fall flat upon my face. Once I am on the ground I am repeatedly kicked over and over, spiting out bloody teeth. For once my hands come together and I pray for the heavens to serenade me with razorblades. Making small cuts all over faces, heals, arms, anything that I know will draw the most attention. For once I want things to happen in a way that will involve me on top and you licking the pavement. But nobody follows the truth, its always deception with every kiss. Every blind spot around every cover there is always someone waiting for you to fuck up and tell you how bad of a person you are. Its time for my chance, its time for my revenge. Falling to your knees and your only hope is to pray for forgiveness. My way of forgiving you is a metal baseball bat to your head. It might be a cheap shot, but you have to take what you can get in this world. I wont run or hide as the ambulance pulls up, ill just simply start bashing your head in even more. This time ill have witnesses to the blood spilling and motionless body lying on the ground. An award might as well be given to me for all the blood splattered on my white button down shirt. Tighten my tie and tuck in my shirt and I am pulled away with red lights flashing above. Not that I care, because I do believe I am the scum of the earth and I deserve to wither away in a cell where my only chance of happiness is memories of the time I cracked your head into a dozen pieces. Personally I would take a needle to your mouth and pull a thread through your lips. Leaving your tongue in its place so hopefully you could feel the vibration from your screams that never made it to my ears. If that would change what you think of me. Reflect upon all the times you sliced into my veins. The funny part about the bloody mess. I’ve gotten myself into is that your blood is the color of black and there is nothing red about it. Even your heart doesn’t knock with double beats, there is more of a single lonely hit to it
if you acctualy looked at those and read all that shit your fucking amazing. i put my heart into everything that you seen above. i take graphics and writting very seriously and i would like to hear what you think about all of it. so please comment ABOUT THE PICTURES OR WORDS, not about drama or lame ass shit. if i consider it lame the first thing im gonna do is delete it, so dont waste your time. all of the songs that i posted lyrics for are on purevolume. so go there check them out and spread the word. also im putting on a big halloween show called “melting faces with warm popsicles” on oct 28th at the legion hall in northville.
so far here is the info:
Friday, October 28th
American Legion Hall
100 dunlap
Northville, MI 48167
5:00/$6/all ages
w/ fist for the fight, from now till never, and alot more bands TBA.
thank you for reading and ill try to update more often, haha yea right
<3sincerely<3
Jonathan Charles Morbach
my newest graphic below its called "smoking pumpkin makes flights much easyer".
this is a cover for a ballad vinyl/cd herlove is putting out.
the intro page for the herlove site.
the layout for our cd we put out a few months ago (buy it).
the backround for the new website.
the cover for a band i was in called 'for the love of misery'.
a book cover i made my own.
a picture i was supossed to sell but the kid told me i sucked and blocked me.
a flyer i made for triune cause theres was looking lame.
wallpaper 1
wallpaper 2
thats all i got for now, but i seem to be doing alot latley so ill keep up with the updates.
here are some things i have written in the past few months.
a song called 'LoveVSMe'
For my heart, for my destiny and everything that has torn me apart. For my heart, for my body, for
the lonely backstabber who has a place in us all. This isn’t a message for the normal teenager who lies through
there teeth. It’s for that one kid who always keeps their fingers crossed even with a car heading straight their way.
Keep on smiling, as beautiful as you are you shall lie. with violent pain struck flat across your face. Even though were not welded together, our limbs might move in a similar fashion. Were all puppets in this game. String by string, forced movement for another.
At this time, take me, take me far from here. I’m just a sucker for those who will bring me down.
Bleed it, scream it.
Holding me further from your arms, acting like years and months don’t matter. I’m sick and tired of everyone telling me what to do. So here is my answer. A quick cut to the heal. a kiss gone to the neck gone bad, breaking your clavicle into pieces.
a song called 'Never thought her pigtails would act as a noose'
Crushing several years of fiction with one step over your spleen, spilling guts that paint a picture of murder. A perfect murder through fingerprints on the wall. That you never thought was possible. How can love be considered genuine when it’s so common that heartbreak takes its toll over all of us? But it’s something so simple like the smell of your hair or the taste of your skin. These are the things that make me believe that there is someone for me dying in my arms. But I say fuck it, lets buy our loved ones heart shaped chocolate boxes and send them with all our love. Every bite will be laced with poison, every piece traced around your lies. Choking from the inside and your mind is set that there was a taste of revenge. Tears wont save you from the truth, as you will die. As your hair hangs over your face parted and braided into two. I never thought your pigtails would act as a noose. Might as well take me with you if you’re going to fall. One twist around the neck, kick the chair and my throbbing heart is turns purple and bare.
We all have our breaking point or something that will just set us off. With a simple smirk from your face, ill fall into pieces.
the next two are just things i found in an old folder on my computer.
Must my eyes speak the words for me or can you tell that I really don’t enjoy the way you trample over my feelings. You think this is all about you and the gallons of gasoline settling down in your stomach just waiting for its fun. Watching eyes get wider, as a spark to this match brings about such presence and passion that you gratefully open your mouth with acceptance. This will be the last dance under the moonlight with you burning from those supple letters that crawled out over your lips. Only will I sleep this night alone and die happy by knowing that you have felt the same torture as me. These tarnished nails, slowly pushing there way into your forehead each digging deeper than the last. Tears wont mend this situation, eyelids stuck by a needle and a thread. Could I go on any further, formally standing still with your heart in my hands?
Taken within all the mistakes I’ve made I suffer permanent distress from the black, red and beaten stories that have been handed down through the years. As I pull this warm blanket over my head, I can still see the lights clear from my eyes. The night ponders what things could have been and what will not be, this is just another picture for a ghost. Burning the paper that you have written upon brings the greatest smile as the ink burrows deep, within this blood. Within the square drawn flat face across your forehead lie the millions of tales that make excuses for what I have had to hear. - (not finished)
this is a song called 'dying in a bed of a thousand rose pedals'
Around the darkest of corners, you will find the brightest of all people. A person you would never realize had a lover’s heart. But you always thought she would be the one to take my hand and turn me around. Outside on the dirt streets, ill give you one kiss in the rain. But don’t forget the taste of my lips, for it should always paint a picture in your mind. Wither it be black and white or just a sketch, never forget the feeling never being alone. The roads you travel are steep in both directions and your broken limbs wont help. It takes a lot to keep running, but I never said this trip would be easy. Just stop for a moment and realize that when my arms wrap around you, this will all be over. End the nightmares, end the pain, it’s just the two of us caught up over life.
Dying in a bed of a thousand rose pedals, concerned that the stars will stop breathing and the light they shine over us will disappear. The feelings and emotions I feel are being placed on a silver platter and shoved down my throat. I keep reaching, I keep reaching for you but I am only so tall and you seem so far away. It stops as if the only thing that matters is the time I stare into your eyes. Here is one last kiss on your cheek as the true meaning of love runs within my celebrated violence.
This is just another look into how much I miss your affection, what has been is real and your heart really attaches me to you. An angel extends its wings lining the tar-covered sky. Within sight, some people say she has fallen but ill bet you she hasn’t even started to realize what she has done wrong. Looking through the window watching the rain pound down onto the glass, I fear this will be our last chance. This isn’t a storybook answer with my hair hanging in my eyes; it’s just a way to realize my nightmares aren’t far from reality and with a scream I fear for you. I fear that you just might need to spend the restless night lying in my arms.
this is a song called 'one rope, one girl, one chandelier'
People think time heals wounds but the truth is time tears them apart. As the stitches fall so do you. Two weeks go by hoping your fake smile is actually genuine. Connect every face with its opposite, destroy every smile with a frown. You have been staring in the same mirror for hours with a hope that it might once just lie to you. With the blood pouring out of your wrists and down the sink there is only one thought on your mind, forgiveness. This time it was for a chance at a new beginning where things would be different. But it’s just another mark on your body, just like the track marks only show experience in a world that’s destroying itself. You have dug too deep as you hit rock bottom and the only friends you ever had fill the hole from above with smiles on their faces. sound of laughter as you die, your last lie. Eyes half closed with your arms tied to the stretcher. The only light you see is over your arms. Stitch by stitch your cuts are mended back together. As I lose control, ill rip them all apart. So genuine that their only daughter is hanging by her neck from the chandelier above them. Their hearts drop and so does she, breaking her body into pieces. Some people could never take the time to understand why loneliness kills all of us. Even the word love won’t save us from our own tragedy. Mirrors don’t lie, intentions are the same, soon as you turn your back deeper cuts are made. Perhaps this time it wasn’t for attention or to watch yourself bleed.
this is a few songs off of a ballad well just call 'gaze'
Pointing their fingers towards my face till my face turns red in embarrassment. They say I’m a prisoner of there time. I say that I am captive until the hooks break loose and I fall flat upon my face. Once I am on the ground I am repeatedly kicked over and over, spiting out bloody teeth. For once my hands come together and I pray for the heavens to serenade me with razorblades. Making small cuts all over faces, heals, arms, anything that I know will draw the most attention. For once I want things to happen in a way that will involve me on top and you licking the pavement. But nobody follows the truth, its always deception with every kiss. Every blind spot around every cover there is always someone waiting for you to fuck up and tell you how bad of a person you are. Its time for my chance, its time for my revenge. Falling to your knees and your only hope is to pray for forgiveness. My way of forgiving you is a metal baseball bat to your head. It might be a cheap shot, but you have to take what you can get in this world. I wont run or hide as the ambulance pulls up, ill just simply start bashing your head in even more. This time ill have witnesses to the blood spilling and motionless body lying on the ground. An award might as well be given to me for all the blood splattered on my white button down shirt. Tighten my tie and tuck in my shirt and I am pulled away with red lights flashing above. Not that I care, because I do believe I am the scum of the earth and I deserve to wither away in a cell where my only chance of happiness is memories of the time I cracked your head into a dozen pieces. Personally I would take a needle to your mouth and pull a thread through your lips. Leaving your tongue in its place so hopefully you could feel the vibration from your screams that never made it to my ears. If that would change what you think of me. Reflect upon all the times you sliced into my veins. The funny part about the bloody mess. I’ve gotten myself into is that your blood is the color of black and there is nothing red about it. Even your heart doesn’t knock with double beats, there is more of a single lonely hit to it
if you acctualy looked at those and read all that shit your fucking amazing. i put my heart into everything that you seen above. i take graphics and writting very seriously and i would like to hear what you think about all of it. so please comment ABOUT THE PICTURES OR WORDS, not about drama or lame ass shit. if i consider it lame the first thing im gonna do is delete it, so dont waste your time. all of the songs that i posted lyrics for are on purevolume. so go there check them out and spread the word. also im putting on a big halloween show called “melting faces with warm popsicles” on oct 28th at the legion hall in northville.
so far here is the info:
Friday, October 28th
American Legion Hall
100 dunlap
Northville, MI 48167
5:00/$6/all ages
w/ fist for the fight, from now till never, and alot more bands TBA.
thank you for reading and ill try to update more often, haha yea right
<3sincerely<3
Jonathan Charles Morbach