Tuesday, May 25, 2010



Since I was little or as far as I can remember music flows through my veins through my families
veins but I was meant to play metal. Some days I will just get so wound up in my music that every thing around me just vanishes all I can hear is the sounds of plucking metal strings,thumping drum beats,and beautiful vocals. One time I was sitting down after just get my cast off my wrist, that day things were not going so well with my mother she was sad and now I can't even remember the reason why she was but that day I felt the music come to me. I was trying to come up with a song to cheer her up so it took all day endless hours of hard practice and that night I had finally finished it. I remember me putting her to peaceful sleep with the comfort of my music. Now I have a band with my older brother and his friend where I'm the bassist for them so as you can see I was born...

Friday, May 21, 2010

Stuck on Forever

Stuck on Forever

The day I get my first tattoo will be a day I wont forget cause first of all it will be on my arm forever. I want it to be some sort of tribal design color black starting on my shoulder blade wrapping around down my arm. I don’t want it to be too creepy but have some sort of meaning to it and to show off when I’m playing my bass. The picture of the tattoo I have on the blog is kinda of what I would want but I would add a little more design to it this one is just to simple.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Me and only me

My name is not rare
but at the same time it is
for at one point in time I thought I was the only one who had
such a name
plain and simple
spelled exactly as if you were to say it no add spelling
my name means to defend oh the irony
cause I've never had to defend myself or anyone else in my life
to friends but to very few I'm called a different name
Chabolski is what they call me though I would rather have this one than the other
its original
it was stumbled upon by accident by a friend
there really is no reason why he thought of it
the other my parents had given it to me just to have it
This name is me and only me my name is..

Monday, May 10, 2010

This is just to____ poem

This is Just to Marvelled

I have not much to say
no words at all
just my emotion
my face says it all

You have been absent for some time
It is pleasant when you come
but not when you go

I'm sorry I don't mean
to brag or boast
only for you to see
What I'm looking at

Friday, May 7, 2010

pocket poem

Make a wish,
See a dream,
look around for what has been,
then start all over again.

street i live on

The street I live on is very social all the stores are right at my feet I only have to walk to them. The house I live at look like it's two houses in one but it is just one and the outside looks of faded peeling white paint, the roof is a rusted green color, The downstairs is only the cold damp,dark,and alone basement while the upstairs is lively and full of entertainment. There is unfortunatlly not many kids on the street so there is not much to do but at least I have the company of my younger brother and my mom.