Drip. That damn faucet is crying again. Every morning I wake up to that damn thing weeping down that damn rusty drain in that damn fungus fellowed sink. It's enough to drive someone damn mad! This place could drive anyone mad. Every damn day it's the same. Grey empty wall. Grey empty floors. Grey empty ceilings. Grey empty bars. The damn sky's probably grey. But, I wouldn't know, I don't have a damn window. Looking between the cold grey bars of my cold grey cell all I see are other old grey faces. They don't smile, they don't talk, they probably don't even cry. Just that damn faucet!
Surveying the other cells I can see them stretch as far as
It's cold in here.
We're in a meat locker, what did you expect, Sol?
Jeez, why're you so snappy tonight?
I'm not 'snappy'. It's jus' I don't need a bloody weather report every time we go somewhere.
It was just an observation.
Well, keep em', to yourself. Fuckin' yanks.
Since it's the middle of fucking July, I didn't think I'd need a parka, Miles. How long are we going to be in here anyway?
Til' the job's done.
Well, aren't you just full of information? You know, if you kept any more secrets from me, we'd probably never end up speaking
Water cascades down upon me. Each cool droplet rains down on my back as I contemplate. The water feels like a reassuring drum role thrumming out a cadence meant only for me. My thoughts are brooding, dark, depressing. I stand there letting my teardrops roll down my cheeks, mingling with the water flowing over my body. My bare chest rises and falls as I take one deep breath after another, while my heart matches the water drops in its own hammering staccato.
A mixture of emotions flood through me like a torrential river, washing everything away, leaving me nothing but anguish and pain. Inside I burn. Outside I shiver with the cold rain, no lon
What is Love? To some it is just a word, to others a misconception, to me it is poetry. Love is the note to my speech; it is my rainbow after the rain. Love is the dove of peace, peace to the world, peace to the individual, peace in a mind of chaos. Love is a Light that shines even in the darkest recesses of the earth. Love is the shade for a hot and blistering sun of hatred. Love can fill a soul with unimaginable happiness; it can fill the mind with wisdom beyond the wisest of sages. Love is the longest and most pure source of illumination that any human being may look upon by simply opening his eyes. He must not only open his eyes, but he m
Have you ever met someone that you just can't get off your mind. You can't help but think of them all day long and nothing else. Some of you know what I'm talking about, the rest of you will know at some point in your short lived lives. I have until just recently been devoid of this kind of feeling. I have never felt like I do now. I have never shined like I do now. I can't get her off my mind, and I don't even care if I never do. I have never been the one to believe in love at first sight, that is the material of fairytales. Noone can just meet someone and say, "They are everything that I have ever looked for in my life. They compliment me i
I look in her eyes,
and all I see,
are sparkles of time,
staring back at me.
I look at her hair,
and all I sense,
are tremors of love,
that make me all tense.
I look at her smile,
and all I feel,
are my wounds,
beginning to heal.
When I think of her,
I am filled with emotion,
because what I feel,
is intense devotion.
I confess my feelings,
that not many can match,
for that one girl,
that I hope to catch.
Her beauty is great,
and personality grande,
all I want in life,
is to hold her hand.
To look in her eyes,
and feel her kiss,
to smell her hair,
and be in bliss.
She makes me happy,
whenever near,
to lose her,
i
Looking in the Mirror, by superogue-KD, literature
Literature
Looking in the Mirror,
When you look into the mirror, what do you see? Do you simply see a reflection of your physical appearance, or is it something more deep and personal that you recognize?
I often times find myself staring into the mirror. I look at myself, the things that I have done with my life, the trials that I have experienced and the emotions that I feel. However, there is one detail that always seems to capture my interest when I gaze through that crystalline window. I see the people that I have come to love. It reminds me of them all and the relationship that I have had with each of them.
There are times when I will pick out a certain individual an
A thundershower had just receded beyond the horizon, but my mind still raced as quickly as a thunderbolt. I was on my way to cross country practice one dark August afternoon. The air was alive with remnants of lightning; the scent of freshly fallen rain filled my nostrils as the cool wind buffeted my face. I looked outside the window of my white Dodge Dakota as I passed by rain covered lawns and houses. The sky was filled with threatening black clouds; however, off in the distant horizon I could make out what looked like rays of sunshine trying to break through the oppressive barrier to offer respite and hope to me. I also made note of two el
Realm of the Lunar Lady by superogue-KD, literature
Literature
Realm of the Lunar Lady
When the sun turns his back on the land and falls below the horizon, the moon rises from her slumber and reigns over a kingdom of darkness, the night. This realm of shadow is full of mystery, excitement, and a profound sense of sanctity. It is here, in these nocturnal lands where I can always find adventure and a quiet place to contemplate.
When the moon is not present in the night sky there are secrets abound. Inky black tendrils encompass everything around me, unwilling to relinquish the stories they hold. The darkness acts as a kind of buffer, diminishing sounds and rendering scents subdued. The shadows around endow feelings of insignific
Tales from a Shadow: Prologue by superogue-KD, literature
Literature
Tales from a Shadow: Prologue
The fire cast a warming glow across the wooden floor of the tavern, interrupted periodically by age-old ale-stains that so often christen the boards. Sitting at the tables are the evenings usual occupants. Most of them already well on their way to drunkenness. The room is filled with riotous laughter as one of the patrons takes a quick chance to squeeze the bottom of a passing wench, who promptly pivots around to deliver the transgressor a hefty slap. The bartender shakes his head with a smile at the evenings usual events. Sitting at a table next to the bar is a table of three men playing craps, wagering their days earnings. A few patrons sa
So, I went to see Louis Leterrier's "Clash of the Titans" this past Saturday.
I can't think of anything to say right now. So, I'll be back to write more soon.
Thanks for being patient.
My girlfriend and I went with a group of our friends to the midnight showing of 'Alice in Wonderland' this morning. Personally, I was not entirely excited about the premiere. I had only first seen the original cartoon two years ago and I held no particular love or distaste for the coming film, its predecessor, or the novel upon which it was based.
In truth, I was not expecting to see a decent film. Being a purist at heart, I expected Mr. Burton to ignore most of the previous media representations in his loose "sequel" by changing the characters' so drastically they would not be clearly identifiable as their original concepts. I was, however,
I am supposed to be writing a paper, presently. The problem, however, is that I do not know what to say. The topic should not be so difficult, really. The paper is supposed to be a four page essay explaining the meaning of life as I see it. Simple, huh? The problem I face now is that I have been mulling over the meaningless of life recently, which doesn't necessarily make me one of the best spokespersons for this subject.
Really, I'm just trying to work out some writer's block.
Burn this.
Dude, I gotta tell you man. I had this disturbing revelation I guess I'll call it lol. I was flipping through channels and I saw Ryan Seacrest on E! and I said to Cary "HOLY SHIT HE LOOKS LIKE MIKE!" and Cary said "OMG!!!!11"
Even though he is kind of a douchebag, I'd take that as a complement.