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Innocent Girl
11/06/12 at 07:07 AM by tortags
Feel the power
Beneath your skin
I'm waiting to pluck that flower;
Get off of your shins

Can we walk along the beach?
Holding Hands
I'll never let you fall to those leeches
I hold you laying the sand

Angels can feel
You're not there
I know about that Devil's deal
Come over hear; Let me sing, As you sit swinging

You say that all is wrong
All I know is that you're very sweet
No don't try to be gone
From life's feet, You fell; As did I...

An Original Poem by one of my Roomate's. It pertain's to my life in a way, and he gave me permission to share it. Thanks, Connor Armstrong.
Tags: Poems, Poetry, Quartets
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I Just Can't Stop Band Camping
10/10/12 at 08:58 AM by tortags
Any of you out there that DO NOT use bandcamp.com, I highly suggest it; Especially if your tired of Shit put out now and days. Good music exists, just not... Mainstream. I've got some suggestions this month including Punk, Pop Punk, Hardcore, Emo, Talk, Experiemental, and Indie/Soul. The Links are as Follows:

http://www.fiveslapsdown.bandcamp.com/: Pop Punk
http://www.curbisdepunk.bandcamp.com/: Punk
http://www.thisisyourlife.bandcamp.com/: Hardcore/Rock
http://www.pleasewaitband.bandcamp.com/: Emo/Experimental
http://www.worncolors.bandcamp.com/: Talk/Emo/Post-Hardcore
http://www.themosiacny.bandcamp.com/: Post-Hardcore/Experiemental
http://www.abeltheband.bandcamp.com/: Rock/Indie/Soul
http://www.hearthesirens.bandcamp.com/: Punk ( Greenday's Original Sounds)
http://www.thousandpounder.bandcamp.com: Garage Rock/Post-Hardcore

These are some great mentions and I'm pretty sure you all have heard the new album from Abel: Make it Right. It's all to Rage for. However, there's some other great music out there: You just have to look. I've done Haters of the shitty music industry a favor, now haters... Do me a favor and take the plug-in to the jack, and listen.
Tags: Indie, Reconmendations, Music, Indie, Punk, Pop Punk, Post Hardcore, Emo, Talk, Soul
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Drowning in What Should be Ambiance, But Isn't
09/14/12 at 07:04 AM by tortags
Iím sitting outside on the back porch of this empty apartment staring into the blankness of space; all thatís here with me is a star buckís coffee, my phone, and an Indie bandís album: Wooden Heart. Just then: Across from my view was a kid (looked about eleven) and a Girl (same age), playing on the playground.

I couldnít help, but to remember what few friends I had at that young age. I would spend my days at the park alone, with not a breath in my sights.

They then, sat down on the stairs of the very same structure they finished playing on. They started talking to each other, most of what I could pull out was muffled words, but I heard a few words here and there.

They were talking about growing up at first and then about trying something theyíd never tried before; the girl sat there waiting as if she expected him to do something: I had seen this action before, many times.

He looked at when she looked back up created short, shy, and choppy first kiss; much like mine, except you could tell thereís would be very memorable.

This broke me. I sit here alone sipping on a coffee I picked up after work listening to an album with more importance in its lyrics than in my life. I sit here creeping on these kids, envious of how well things go for them.

Now theyíre holding hands.

I canít help, but to laugh at my pain; seeing these kids having a better childhood than I had brought in a new definition of torture.

I turned up the stereo to drown my thoughts; it wasnít working. Thoughts empowered me like a victim of rape; I was helpless. I started to reach for my Xanax, and dumped the thirty-day prescription of the white, 2mg pills on the damp concrete; they were ruined.

Their motherís had called them in, and they obeyed; something Iíd never of done.

The thoughts; the torture; the regret; it was over like, just like that. It was like Schizophrenic hearing voices in his or hers head, and growing weary of them, he obeys their request and they quit. But instead of quitting all together, the actions haunt you.

I thought I wasnít regretful, but not asking a question years ago which could have changed my life today kills me. These kids resurrected my ghosts, and I let them breathe air into my lungs which filled my heart with not life, but remorse, regret, and demons.

My life consists of nothing, but adulthood now; if I was really an adult, though, this wouldnít be happening now. I want to be a kid again; I want a life of no responsibility, somewhat joy and happiness.

My only regret today, without this negative breath of life, is the childhood I refused to have.

-Michael Hill
Tags: Day, Thoughts, Feelings, Words, Past, Forgotten, Life
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Why Don't I Posess a Pair?
09/13/12 at 07:36 AM by tortags
I Wish People Could Experience the Pain I Am Feeling; The Rejection I Am Going Through; The Faults I Am Commiting; The Loneliness I Am Bound to; The Lost Person I Once Was That's Changing; Lost is Now Dead... I Don't Feel Alive Anymore; I Can't Really Feel... Anything. I Can't Feel Remorse, Sympathy, Hatred, Love, Enjoyment, Boredom, Abandonment, and So On; I Don't Know What Happened to that Happy, Cocky, Joyful Kid I Used to Be... I Don't Know What I Am, or Who I've Become; I Feel That Life has No Purpose to it Anymore, and If Had a Pair I Would End it, But Apparently I Don't 'Cause I Can't Do it Myself. I'm Not Afraid to Die, Just the Fact That I Would Know When...

-Michael Hill
Tags: Feelings, Sympathy, Understand
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Words That Made Me Think
09/12/12 at 08:54 AM by tortags
This is a Song by a Talk Muisc Band Called "Listener." This Band is Very Different From Anything I've Every Listened to, and It's... Amazing; It Made Me Want to ReThink Some Things. The Song is Called "Wooden Heart", and its Lyrics and Link are as Follows:

http://listener.bandcamp.com/album/wooden-heart

"Weíre all born to broken people on their most honest day of living
and since that first breath... Weíll need grace that weíve never given
I've been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts
and it's not only when these eyes are closed
these lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach,
but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather
and my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north,
stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better
but it wonít wonít, at least I donít believe it will...
so I've built a wooden heart inside this iron ship,
to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts.
donít let these waves wash away your hopes
this war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors
pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors
but I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board
washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores
so come on and letís wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember

I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it
but weíre making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts
we all have the same holes in our hearts...
everything falls apart at the exact same time
that it all comes together perfectly for the next step
but my fear is this prison... that I keep locked below the main deck
I keep a key under my pillow, itís quiet and itís hidden
and my hopes are weapons that Iím still learning how to use right
but theyíre heavy and Iím awkward...always running out of fight
so Iíve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship
hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks
because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam
lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea
so come on letís wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember

My throat it still tastes like house fire and salt water
I wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea
if we hold on tight weíll hold each other together
and not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep
all these machines will rust I promise, but we'll still be electric
shocking each other back to life
Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected
our bones grown together inside
our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided
our spines grown stronger in time
because are church is made out of shipwrecks
from every hull these rocks have claimed
but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change
so come on yall and letís wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember."

It's a Very Different, But Great Song and I Reconmend One to Listen When They Have the Chance.

Thanks, Michael Hill
Tags: Listener, Wooden Heart, Recommendations, Indie, Talk
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Some Material You Probably Haven't Heard...
08/31/12 at 08:35 AM by tortags
I, Today, Would Just Like to Suggest Some Great Bands Trying to Move Foward that Sound Great, if Not Amazing in My Opinion. These Include:

Also, John Nolan From Taking Back Sunday has Some Music that He's Done Solo. It's Very Interesting; Check it Out at:

http://www.johnnolanmusic.bandcamp.com

Thanks, Michael Hill
Tags: Suggestions, Music, Reccomendations, New, Rock, John Nolan, Taking Back Sunday
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Life's Biggest Question
08/30/12 at 06:44 AM by tortags
Life's Biggest Question for Me has Always Been: Why? It is Such a General Distinction, but I Always Use it For Everything... Sincerely. Why Does Life Have to Suck this Bad at Points? Why Does the Music Industry Keep Producing Shit (You'll Get a Handfull of Good Albums Here and There)? Why Does Fun Fly By Fast, but Boredom Feels Like I've Been Through it For Days? Why? Why? Why???

The Question of Why, is Like the Beggining of Fallout 3: "War. War Never Changes."

"Questions. Questions Never Change."

-Michael Hill
Tags: Questions, Quotations, Quotes
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Obtain
08/28/12 at 11:19 AM by tortags
When it's There, it's There; When it's Not, it's Not. Why Think about the Obtainable, When Instead of Thinking You can Do Something to Make the Obtainable Obtained?

- Michael Hill (Tortags)
Tags: Quotes, Sayings, Life
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