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[24 Apr 2008|12:29am]
Rough:

We'll live on the lake,
and get lost in woods.
A happy ever after,
in our own odd way.

But my heart's in the city,
buried in asphalt,
blinded by stars.

So maybe I'll drink
some kerosine
And set myself ablaze



Not finished yet, and I don't have a title for it yet. Needs editing.
Just posting to keep a record.
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[16 Apr 2007|04:21pm]
"Lazarus' Love Song" – 04/02/07

This is my story, this is my song,

And it's the saddest fucking song you'll ever hear,

Or at least it had fucking better be.



Can you hear me calling,

Can you hear my voice

Tearing through the underground?



And so just in case,

I'll sing my love for you

Just one last time,

A song to raise the dead.
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1 new, and one kind of old. [30 Jan 2007|12:24pm]
“Johnny’s Song” - 8/09/06

Johnny was a good boy, the kind who never asked why. And Johnny- Johnny really never had much money. I guess blind faith only goes so far after all.
So Johnny did what all good Christians do. Johnny went to war, and that’s where my good friend died.
And when I saw him four years later Johnny said to me, Johnny said:
"I’ve been to hell and back so many times I thought I’d surely die. Everything I believed turned to dust before my very eyes", and he asked me: “What else is there? My god is dead, my spirit is broken! What is left for me?”
I looked him in the eyes and said nothing.
Johnny your god didn’t die, for it never lived! Johnny, there’s nothing left to live for. You’re naught but a shell with nothing but dust in your veins.
That night Johnny died again, with a grin on his face and the taste of steel between his lips.



"The Flight of Icarus" or "The Fall of Icarus" - 1/28/07.

And just like that, I came crashing down before your very eyes,
'Cuz like these wings, my heart is made of wax.
So maybe I'll fly again, if these wounds would ever heal,
And maybe I'll soar against your skies again,
Like before you shot me down.
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[09 Feb 2006|03:43am]
All words should be spoken in time.
Everything should flow.
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Challenge Response [17 Nov 2005|06:07pm]
Story Title:
Challenge #: 22.
Fandom: Origional
Disclaimer: NC-17 for somewhat vivid sexual scenes.
Warnings: It starts out pretty strong. And by strong, I mean... well.. theres sex.
X posted: eternity_on_ice, and theotherwrite

And this will be my lullaby...Collapse )
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[29 Sep 2005|03:28am]
Ultima.

"She" just might be the new messiah. Eh?
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[26 Aug 2005|04:05am]
7 experiments with contrast. We're discussing the importance of contrast in my photography class, and I realized that the pictures with high contrast are among my favorites. Especially the ones with thick black borders. So here are some experiments, pretty much me just trying to get the hang of it before I actually start doing playing with contrast in real pictures and in other ways. Anyway...

Vote on your favorites.


Sorry if it takes a long time to load.
Sheena is a punk rockerCollapse )
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[25 Jun 2005|12:52pm]
I skyline at night, slightly blurred. 1 Colin (black and white).
2 picturesCollapse )
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[15 Jun 2005|02:24pm]
Aaaah. Website problems!

AAAAAHHHH!!!

:'( teh eww...
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[25 May 2005|01:36pm]
picturesCollapse )
Tell me what you think.
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[15 May 2005|10:41pm]
photographsCollapse )
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[06 Apr 2005|01:01am]
[ mood | unsure ]

Another Poem

A chorus of car alarms/and breaking glassCollapse )

As usual, feeback would be nice.

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[28 Mar 2005|12:55am]
[i'll post the fic here once i stop being lazy.]

[the lack of lazyness will be temporary though, i assure you].
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A Poem [25 Mar 2005|02:42am]
This occured to me on the car ride home from Colins at around 2.

So shitty. Colin liked it, so its postedCollapse )

I think it kinda sucks, in retrospect. There should be more, or it should be different.
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Happy Valentines Day, yo... [14 Feb 2005|04:20pm]
So. Heres the begenning of my romance.

...I would give you eternal waking...Collapse )

More to come. Tell me what you think.
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[14 Feb 2005|02:27pm]
[ mood | You're such an inspiration ]

I dunno how this turned out. I wrote it during my sociology lecture. Hopefully it doesn't suck as much as I think it does.

My American DreamCollapse )

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[13 Feb 2005|05:12am]
[ mood | tired ]

The writer of "The Crucible", and other great plays has died. It's a tragedy, and he will be missed. I feel kinda bad for targeting him and his specific opinions in sometihng that I wrote.

I have this idea. A story from the point of view of a dream. What happens is this:

This story is a romance. One which will not appeal to the typical romantic, one for which you may have to re-define your conception of the true romantic for. A Razorblade Romance would be an appropriate term, were it not coined by "HIM".

This man has been having a reoccuring dream for most of his life. He thinks nothing of it. He doesn't even remember the dream afterwards. Or maybe it's the same dream, just not a reocurring dream. But anyway, maybe this Dream grows jealous of the dreamers real life, and the fact that try as it might, it will never be able to keep the dreamer with it forever. It stays with this role for a long time, the role of a dream. Its what ap dream does.

When a person is born, a dream is bron with them. Each dream is different, just as every person is different. This dream is a persons personal dream, their "Americcan Dream", their Personal Legend. But the dream stays with them, only showing itself in their sleep, trying to guide them towards their ultimate goal and "fate".

But something has gone wrong with this Dream. It happens every now and then. A dream may become jealous. Not jealous of the dreamer, but of the world in which the dreamer lives. The real world. This usually results in nightmmares and night terrors and such, but every now and then, something happens. In this case, the dream gives the dreamer terrible, torterous dreams. He stops sleeping, which only makes the dream angrier. And once he finally does slip back into sleep, the dream refuses to let him go. Or something to that effect. I dunno quite how it will go, but I think I'm gonna get started on this one when I feel more like myself.

Lets see how I feel about this when I'm more concious.

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[13 Feb 2005|04:50am]
I'm rather depressed and would like to use this icon. It's the only reason for this post.
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[07 Feb 2005|03:40pm]
[ mood | Tired, cuz i was up early :'( ]

Alright. So this whole "elongated-short-story"/novel thingy that I've been working on, I've made progress. I should have more up in the near future.

Also, theres all that other shit I've gotten done. So it should all be up soon.

I'm so proud of myself. I have a fan-base of like... 8 people. Maybe less.

Drew=special/talented.

I also feel like making my moods full sentances today. Or maybe just sentance fragments.

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Stuff [04 Feb 2005|05:01am]
I've written new things. They key is to actually get those things up on here.
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