My names Spencer. I like to write and was looking for a place to put the stuff that I write and then I stumbled upon this little gem of the internet. I write all kinds of things: poems, short stories, rock songs, whatever!

All My Heroes...

and now the curtains closing
and the show that we call life 
well, the pressures cracking down 
so what do we do? 
to please the Faceless Few? 
shall we make love to the girls at the show? 
do we kill off the pain with a needle? 
do we complete the exit and walk away from it all? 
so how many anonymous blondes? 
how many veins to collapse? 
how many more shows, 
before the pressure breaks us down? 
and I just wanted to be like the rest 
to be above the Faceless few and in the limelight! 
but the fame was so worthless 
and all I wanted to do was be like Vicious 
just to be like Johnny Thunders 
but it wasnt worth the liquor 
it wasnt worth each syringe 
and it wasnt worth the risk in every kiss... 
now I'm sitting here on the floor 
so numb and I cannot see
theres no message in the music anymore 
I cant feel love for those pretty girls anymore 
but it would be so nice just to hold them close 
and be able to stay with her in the morning light 
past those stars so bright... 
in the morning light... 
so now the drugs take hold! 
that moment of fear as you realize it was too much! 
the sadness on your face! 
the face only mother remembers! 
the cold blue lips that will never kiss a girl again! 
and a needle in your arm! 
thats all you were ever worth! 
now your sitting on the floor
its so dark and cold 
theres no turning back as the light fades from your eyes. 
the show is over 
the time is gone
time to play the next show 
that Great Gig in the Sky...

Yesterdays Child
Girl reminds me of yesterdays child
but yesterday never meant much as we are living for today
i've always known that you would be mine
and one day i would be able to call you my sunshine
but girl just because your yesterdays child,
dont mean you cant live with us here today
so come a little closer and i'll hold you tight
we'll get through the rain and walk under the pale blue skies
so come a little closer and breath a little deeper
so open up those bright blue eyes and smile a little more
but girl reminds me of yesterdays child...

Girl on the Corner
and theres a girl on the corner
just waiting on the corner
but she doesn't know what shes waiting for
and she looks to the stars
one day she thinks that she'll be great
but little does she know
and those stars can be so cruel
our life is but a day
a day so very short
and already the wind is growing cold
so can you hear the wind call
as your life fades away?
no? well i never really thought it so.
but you cant fight it since every dawn
once the night has gone cold,
is but a new beginning.
and theres a girl on the corner.