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Name: Jason
Birthday: 6/13/1988
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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Well, I'll be damned.
Xanga still exists.
I remember when this was the cool thing to do.
Now, I've become addicted to facebook and occasionally check the myspace.
I really used to love this thing.
There's been quite a few changes since I did anything.
And I'm glad to see it still exists.


Monday, October 30, 2006

“Hear Me Out”

If I close my eyes,
I can see more clearly.
That doesn’t make sense,
But could you just hear me
Out?
Hear me out!

I’m only claustrophobic
When no one’s around.
I’ll run from my shadow
until I break down.
You think I’m  crazy now?
Hear me out!
Hear me out!

My mp3 player,
The headphones are broken.
But she listened so much
That she deserves a token
of my appreciation,
When she played at night,
She was my alleviation.

Hear me out.
This is when my friends are busy.
And I need escaping

From the noise of the city.
My heart is open.
Well, isn’t that fitting?
Hear me out!
Hear me out!

HEAR ME OUT

AND LISTEN TO ME

MY FEELINGS DON’T MATCH

WHAT YOU’RE THINKING.

STRESS IS THE WORST DRUG.

AND THE CURE IS THE BEST HUG

WITH A SET OF EARS

I COULD GO ON FOR YEARS

ASKING YOU TO

“HEAR ME OUT!”

 

I’m debating if

This is my last verse.
If I had one here,
I ask a listener.
Hear me out.
Songwriters hope
to connect to their audience.
But the catchy songs
Indulge in the gaudiness.
Hear me out!
Hear me out.!
Hear me out!

CHORUS

 

So I decided

To write just one more.

I need to vent

Cause of what happened before.

Hear me out!
Hear me out!
I’m glad you said, “Hi!”
Thank you for list’ning

I admire you.
Your patience is glistening.
If there were more like you
living on this world’s face,

Then I swear this world

Would be a better place!

Hear me out!
Hear me out!

Hear me out!

Hear me out!

 

CHORUSx2

 

I’m glad you said, “Hi!”
Thank you for list’ning.

I admire you.
Your patience is glistening.
If there were more like you
living on this world’s face,

Then I swear this world

Would be a better place!

 

Hear me out!


Friday, October 06, 2006

“The Letter to and from Paradise”

 

I walk across the sand

Past the coconut shack.

I walk until the water

Just grabs my lower back.

And I release my green bottle

Into the tide,

As I make sure the note stays

Adequately dry.

 

And I hope with all I hope for

That someone finds this letter,

Maybe a good child, a dreamer unfettered.

And I shoot with all I aim for,

To change a life with problems,

Cause mine are so obsolete

That I don’t even solve them.

And I scream with my lung capacity

Imagine all I’m imagining

And free myself so willfully

Just so I can see a brand new day.

 

He flew above the clouds,

Past the choir and church bells,

Because his friend is going through

What we call ‘a living hell’.

So he asked God if he could

Have a leave of absence,

Since his friend was in trouble

And called for some guidance.

 

And I hope with all I hope for

That someone finds this letter,

Maybe a good child, a dreamer unfettered.

And I shoot with all I aim for,

To change a life with problems,

Cause mine are so obsolete

That I don’t even solve them.

And I scream with my lung capacity

Imagine all I’m imagining

And free myself so willfully

Just so I can see a brand new day.

 

Past the whales, and the sharks,

And the raging hurricanes,

A goofy voice in my heart said,

“It made it over here okay.”

 

And I hope with all I hope for

That someone finds this letter,

Maybe a good child, a dreamer unfettered.

And I shoot with all I aim for,

To change a life with problems,

Cause mine are so obsolete

That I don’t even solve them.

And I scream with my lung capacity

Imagine all I’m imagining

And free myself so willfully

Just so I can see a brand new day.

 

 

And I hope with all I hope for

That someone finds this letter,

Maybe a good child, a dreamer unfettered.

And I shoot with all I aim for,

To change a life with problems,

Cause mine are so obsolete

That I don’t even solve them.

And I scream with my lung capacity

Imagine all I’m imagining

And free myself so willfully

Just so I can see a brand new day.

 

I hope my changes are worth changing my life for.

I want to be better now, how I held myself before.


Tuesday, October 03, 2006

WELL, I haven't used this badboy in a while.

I changed quite a bit since I've been in college.
But I'm doing everything I can to change back to the old me, the real me.

 

Hope you're all doing well.

ROCk oN~!

Jason


Saturday, August 12, 2006

SO

 

This is my last post from home before I can call myself a college student. I've been through 18 years of a damn good life. Life's taught me many, many things. Here I shall name a whole bunch of those things.

Life has taught me to keep a strong faith. God's forgiving. And with faith, I can get through anything, even losing a best friend.

Life will not let me be lazy. If I want something, I gotta work for it. And for this, I still wonder why I'm such a lazy ass.

Life needs to be lived. Party Hardy...but do it moderation. I cant forget that people care about me.

Life needs to be lived happy. All I'm doing when I'm depressed, is wasting time.

Life taught me that relationships are key to everything. Family,friends,co-workers,colleagues, and anyone else.

Life taught me how to enjoy life. Dude, that should totally be coca-cola's new slogan.

I found out the hard way that many chicks aren't attracted to me.Yeah, I took it pretty hard.I mean, I thought I was such a stud.

Which brings me to my concluding point. I can win them over with my incredible, unique talents. God has blessed me in so many ways. And I'm thankful for that. I plan to become a rockstar at the age of 25, propose to a girl on stage(to be determined), get married, have a family, retire at the age of 36, move to IBIZA, become a professional deejay, and be buried in a KISS coffin.
I hope they sing "another one bites the dust" at my funeral, and I will leave an impact on the whole world. Actually, I just want to enjoy life and get to heaven at the same time. So with that said,
Party hardy...in moderation!!!!

I'm Jason Stricker, bidding you farewell before I move out....


ROCk oN~!


 



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